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It was none of her business.
“Why do I think you’ve changed your mind about going into the play area, little rabbit? Could it be this very attractive blush, or the fact you’re squirming so deliciously?”
Oh God, she was, wasn’t she? How could she not realize she was basically grinding herself restlessly against the thick shaft pressed against her ass? Immediately, she stilled, tamping down the urge to be unspeakably wanton. “You must be mistaken…Sir.”
He groaned low in his throat. “Don’t tempt me, bunny.”
“The private rooms are just down the walkway,” Thane interjected smugly. “In case you forgot.”
“We’re not playing,” Saul and Caera replied in tandem.
“Heard that one before.”
“Leave them be. Come on, we’ll go occupy ourselves for a while.” Connie slipped her hand into her lover’s and rose. “I think it’s your turn to top, Master Thane.”
“If you insist, sugar.” Amber eyes shining with anticipation, he let her tug him to his feet. When his bad leg gave way on him, Connie’s arm whipped around his waist and steadied him. “That was close. Not that I don’t enjoy sexy nurse roleplay, but I have something different in mind for you tonight.”
Caera mulled that over. Was different good or bad? Connie didn’t appear worried by Thane’s sudden change of plans, did she?
“Would you like to watch?” Saul asked quietly.
Oh man, she was being obvious. That was never beneficial to keeping her secrets safe. “No,” she said reluctantly. “I’ll just drink my Coke and be quiet.”
He tsked softly in her ear. “Was that a fib, little rabbit?”
“N-No?”
Another tsk-tsk. “Lie number two.”
She squeezed her thighs together, desperate to keep the wet heat gathering between her legs where it belonged. “Maybe they don’t want to be watched.”
He snorted and kissed her neck. “The private rooms are there for anyone who’d rather not be under the scrutiny of the club. There’s a little bit of exhibitionist in all of us, Caera, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Just like voyeuristic tendencies shouldn’t worry you.”
Damn it, she was running out of reasons not to give in to those kinky urges.
“Ask.”
She blinked. “Ask what?”
“Ask Master Thane if he would mind us observing their scene for a few minutes.”
Bye-bye, comfort zone. “I can’t.”
“Of course you can. Be brave. He won’t bite your head off.”
Saul wasn’t pushing her into anything she wasn’t interested in, she reminded herself. He’d been more than happy to sit and play happy couple socializing with friends until she’d started squirming all over his lap like a wanton hussy. It was her curiosity leading her toward an incline she wouldn’t be able to crawl back up once she fell, but everyone else seemed content at the bottom.
Choking on a sharp inhale, she stuttered, “M-M-Master Thane?”
Cat-like eyes focused their attention on her, and she saw the steely core of his dominance glinting like a copper penny. One long-fingered hand was collaring Connie’s neck firmly, his entire body language shifting into another persona. “Caera.”
“I-I—” Shit. Any ounce of courage she had left withered under that amber gaze.
“Deep breath, relax, speak,” Saul coaxed gently.
Two of those were physically impossible, she thought direly. Breathing and relaxing were on her no-fly list, and speaking was perilously close to joining them. Why did these men have to be so intimidating when they upped their dominance? “P-Please may I…may we…”
“Almost there, sweetheart, don’t stop now,” Thane muttered.
