CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Jake couldn’t have been prouder. Nick had taken to the whip like he’d done it for years. The Dom had thought for sure Roxy was going to have to pull the plug, but it never happened. When Nick’s head dropped, and his knees started to buckle, Jake knew he had reached subspace. That floating feeling he had was a result of an endorphin overload. Basically, Nick was “drunk” on the hormone.
After he finished applying the medicated gel, Jake dropped the tube on a side table. Since he no longer had to hide his scars, he removed his shirt, boots, and socks before lying next to his sub. Gently running his fingers through Nick’s pitch-black hair, he let the silky strands tickle his skin. A hushed moan escaped the sub’s mouth, and the sound went straight to Jake’s groin.
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