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“For snapping at you and like… everything else. All the stuff I’ve been doing. Just can we please go downstairs, sir?” she begged, definitely not feeling like Mistress Madison, but then Trevor’s fingers found her clit and all her thoughts went out the window.
“Good girl,” Trevor praised, winding her up with each delirious circle between her thighs. “You like this?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Want more?” he asked with that low rumbling edge to his tone that would have made her wet if she wasn’t already soaking his fingers.
“Yes, please! Please, sir?” Madison shifted her hips, feeling the blur of pleasure winding with the subtle, burning ache that covered her entire ass. He was right, this was exactly what she’d needed. The pressure increased, driving her higher — and then it stopped.
“Then it sounds like you’re going to have to do a good job tonight, babe,” Trevor said as he let go of her, stepping back when she stood upright to stare at him in shock.
“You’re kidding me!”
Raising a finger in the air, Trevor grinned. “Tsk, tsk. Watch your tone.”
“Since when are you into edging me, sir?” Madison asked, knowing her tone was anything but respectful. Fortunately, Trevor just laughed.
“There are some perks to spending as much time around Ryder as I do working for Khloe.” Winking at her, Trevor tilted his chin toward the door of their room. “We better go downstairs. The sooner you get this show on the road, the sooner I can finish what I started.”
“You’re not going to let me come until after Roulette?” Pure disbelief filled her, but Trevor’s wicked grin confirmed it. “That’s so mean!”
“Think of it as… inspiration. You’ve been stressing for weeks over impressing Jaxson, Chase, and Emma, and Elijah, and whoever they sent over from the East Coast.” Stepping closer, he ran his hand over her ass, squeezing hard, which woke up the burn in her skin. “Now you’re going to be thinking about everything I’m going to do to you as soon as we’re back upstairs.”
Holy shit.
As much as she hated it, and as much as she absolutely needed to come… she had to admit he was right. With the lingering throb in her clit, her pussy soaking her underwear, and the simmering heat of her ass — all she could think about was Trevor.
“You know I’m right,” he added, holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger.
“I still don’t like it,” Madison whispered, and he chuckled.
“Next time don’t snap at me for something I’m not remotely responsible for.” Winking at her, Trevor let go of her chin to take her hand. “Come on, babe. If I don’t get you downstairs, Elijah will probably threaten to whip my ass.”
Maybe he should, Madison thought, but she was smart enough to keep that inside even though the idea had her smiling.
“What are you grinning about?” Trevor asked as he reached into his pocket to pull out their room key and Madison’s employee card before he let the door shut. Tucking them both back into his slacks, he tilted his head at her. “Well?”
“Nothing really. I do feel better though.”
“See? I’m the best fiancé ever.” He laughed when she rolled her eyes, tugging her forward to land another smack on her ass through the skirt.
“We’re in the hall!” Madison whined, her cheeks burning again as they stopped beside the employee elevator.
“There’s no one out here, babe.” Trevor scanned her employee card on the reader before pressing the call button. “You think I’d ever embarrass you?”
“No,” she admitted, squeezing his hand. “And I’m definitely distracted from the chaos downstairs. For now, at least.”
“You just tell me if you need a refresher while we’re downstairs, and I’ll—”
“Oh my God! No!” Laughing, Madison stared up at Trevor. “Please tell me you’re not serious.”
“Why not? That’s what the club is for after all, and it wouldn’t be the first time I made you come down there.” His grin was positively devious, and she felt her anxiety rising until he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Look, if Elijah’s bullshit starts to get to you, just think about how many times I’m going to make you come as soon as I can get you out of all this leather.”
“Yep, definitely distracted,” she replied, feeling the tingling rush of raw arousal flooding up her chest in a wash of heat.
“That’s what I’m here for. Grade A arm candy and distractions.”
“Arm candy?” she repeated, laughing as the elevator doors opened and they stepped inside.
