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I glance down the hall, and she takes my hand again, leading us down to the darker windows. There’s no one renting these rooms, but I can see through the darkness that there are different set-ups: an office, a throne room, and a BDSM room with whips and floggers lining the wall.
“I can’t believe he did this.”
“Turns out everyone has a little voyeur in them…” she whispers as we pause in front of a room two women just entered.
And he calls me an exhibitionist. Just watching the women get started in the room, my body tingles with excitement. Not with the idea of watching them, but with the idea of being on the other side of that glass. Knowing that others are watching. Completely exposed.
“You’re thinking about being in there, aren’t you?” she whispers next to me.
Turning toward her, I nod. “Well, find that man of yours and get him to take you. I would if I could.” With a wink, she smiles at me and runs her hand up my arm. If she only knew I haven’t even had sex with a man, let alone a woman. If it wasn’t for Garrett, I might have let her.
Would he even go into that room with me?
I don’t have to wait long for that answer. Glancing toward the staff entrance on the other end of the hall, I’m staring into his angry blue eyes.
RULE #22: FUCK.
Garrett
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Why is Mia standing in the voyeur hall with EdenfuckingSt Claire?
This can’t be happening. I remember what happened six months ago when Emerson nearly lost his girlfriend to Madame Kink herself. Not that Mia is my girlfriend…but she’s still mine.
My mind goes entirely blank as I storm across the hallway toward her, with one echoing thought: get her the hell out of here. Now.
Somewhere in the mess of my thoughts, I remind myself to do it as discreetly as possible. As I grab her arm, she lets me tow her out in a quick shuffle toward the curtain that leads to the staff hallway, but the moment we’re through it, where there is absolutelynopublic sex taking place, she yanks her arm out of my grasp.
“Let me go,” she snaps, rushing down the hall and away from me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I whisper as I chase after her. She ignores me as she stomps away, but when I see her heading toward the wrong door, the one that would lead her back to the voyeur hallway, I grab her by the waist and haul her back.
I press her against the wall to stop her from evading me again. “Answer me, Mia. What the hell are you doing in my club?”
“Your club?” she snaps. “You mean yoursexclub? How could you never tell me this?”
“Because I never expected you to come here,” I argue.
“Let me go,” she argues back, pushing away from me, but I can’t let her leave yet. I’m still blindsided by her even being here, and I need to just talk to her. I don’t want her to leave angry like this.
And then I fully take in what she’s wearing. It’s a skin-tight, short-as-fuck minidress made of shimmery metallic fabric that accentuates every curve of her body.
“What…are you wearing?”
“Oh, you want to control my clothes too?” she snaps.
I corner her, until her back is against the wall and my knee is pressed between her legs. “When you come into my club dressed like a prostitute, you better believe I’m going to control you. Your tits are hanging out, Mia.”
“Yeah,mytits,” she snaps, jutting her chin up toward me, and the sinister side of me loses control. I love when she pushes back, challenges me, stands up and picks a fight. So I tug her hair, angling her face upward as I lean in for a harsh kiss. My hand wraps around her lower back as I drag her body against me. She only fights for a second, her fists pounding against my chest right before she melts into my arms.
Shoving her against the wall, I lift her dress up just a couple of inches, so I can pull one of her legs around me. God I missed having her in my arms, feeling her soft skin in my hands and molding her chest to mine. She must have missed me too because she’s stopped fighting and she’s moaning into my mouth now, pulling me closer.
“You don’t fight fair,” she whispers against my mouth.
I reply with my fingers, running them up the inside of her thigh until I reach the moist fabric of her panties. “Are you wet from watching those people fucking?”
She tenses before pulling away from the kiss. “No, no, no. I’m mad at you.”
