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He rolls his eyes before nodding. “Well, there’s a difference. You just said things between you and Mia are casual. Unless it’s not…”
I don’t reply as I stare at the computer screen, not focusing on anything, allowing that thought to permeate. I know why it bothers me, and he knows too. I just don’t know if I’m ready to admit it yet.
“Speaking of…” he says, and I glance up at the security camera on the wall that shows the front desk, and there she is. Unmistakable silvery blonde hair styled perfectly to hang around her shoulders. She’s in a snug dress that accentuates her curves and makes my mouth water because I can already feel her full breasts in my hands and picture how her ass moves when I pound into her from behind.
And I know exactly what she’s hiding under that dress. Am I a devious asshole for doing this? Encouraging her to wear that plug as Drake, so I can see it for myself as Garrett? Probably.
“Finish event planning later,” Emerson says with a subtle laugh.
I pop out of my office chair, practically ready to sprint to the front of the club to catch her before she accidentally falls into the wrong hands orsomeonetalks to her.
But as I make my way down the hall toward the main room entrance, I feel Emerson on my heels.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I ask.
“To say hello,” he replies.
“Fuck off. No, you’re not.”
He’s wearing a wicked grin as he pulls open the main room door. “Will you calm down? Charlotte’s at the bar, and I want to introduce her.”
My heels practically skid against the floor as I stop him and press a hand to his chest. “No. You can’t.”
“What? Why?”
“Because Mia is not my girlfriend. I’ve made that very clear. We don’t need to introduce them or act like they can be close friends now.” Besides, I know my stepsister, and for as long as I can remember, she’s been wary of making female friends, stemming from the way those catty bitches treated her on her gymnastics team.
“Too late,” he replies, nodding toward the bar across the room, where Little Miss Social-and-Outgoing Charlie and Eden are already chatting it up with my fucking stepsister. And to my surprise, Mia looks…okay. She’s smiling at the bartender, laughing with the other women, and not looking as uncomfortable as I expected her to be.
I watch her for a moment before crossing the room to greet her, and I watch the way her expression changes when she notices me coming. The way her eyes graze over my body, admiring my suit. And if I’m not mistaken, there’s something else there too…almost like she’s glad to see me.
“Hi,” I greet her, but I don’t touch her, not yet.
“Hi,” she replies, sticking to the rules.
“You ready?” I ask, and she doesn’t even look uncomfortable as she nods at me.
“Yep.” Of course, Mia wouldn’t even be bothered by people knowing she’s about to have sex with her stepbrother.
“Wait, you’re taking her already. I just got to meet her!” Charlie whines as she weaves her arm through Mia’s.
“I’m taking her,” I state, pulling her away.
“Fine. Have fun,” Charlie jokes with sarcasm. “And I’m sure I’ll see you again.”
“It was nice to meet you,” Mia replies, waving back at the group as I drag her across the room.
We don’t speak as I guide her to room twenty-two, and even before I unlock the door, my spine is buzzing with excitement, my cock swelling in my pants, ready to see her expression when we enter.
Standing in the doorway, she gasps as she sees what I consider the most physically adventurous room we have. In the corner, a swing hangs from the ceiling. The bed is more of a platform, firmer than the rest, to allow for more controlled movement while still being comfortable. There are pillows, but no blankets, and the restraints aren’t discreet on this one. Above the platform are bars and handles built strong enough to withhold a person’s weight.
Along the side of the room are more pieces of sex furniture, some that take a good deal of imagination to figure out, but I watch Mia’s eyes dance around the room, her pupils dilating with anticipation as she does.
“I was afraid we were just going to rent another bedroom tonight,” she mutters quietly.
Leaning over her from behind, I grind my already stiff length into her back. “If we’re just fucking, then we’re going to fuck our way through this entire club.”
She shivers, leaning against me, and I press my nose into her neck, inhaling her scent. My cock twitches again. I try to remember the moment when everything changed for me and Mia—when the smell of her skin alone started sending my heart racing and my dick throbbing. Was it the video chat? Or was it before that?
