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A laugh escapes her pretty red lips and my cock twitches before my brain catches up. I know that laugh.
Holy fucking shit. My hunch was right, and it hits me like a damn amphetamine.
Emily Miller.
Our always perfect and composed Ms. Miller…
Is in a damn sex club.
But, no. That can’t be right.
She did have to leave our study session early though. A glimmer of relief washes through me, knowing she’s not being wined and dined by some Wall Street douchebag.
Why here, though? This doesn’t seem like her scene at all.
I don’t dare lose my sight on her to glance sideways at the guys but I wonder if they’ve made the same realization. I trace my eyes down her body and stifle a deep breath seeing her like this. She’s all business in school and the few times we’ve met outside of our projects, she’s still dressed like a damn CEO. She never lets her guard down. But this dress shows a side of her I’ve always had a suspicion was there. The deep red silky fabric dips at her cleavage and shows how her waist arches out to her hips. It’s so lusciously feminine in a way she’s never wanted to show off at school. I want to touch her. I want to pull her into me and keep her away from the strangers here who couldn’t touch her with a fucking fraction of the skill that I would. I know her well at this point after spending two years working alongside her and she deserves only the best.
When our eyes meet, I instantly realize she’s nervous.Fuck.Either she realizes it’s me or she senses some of the filthy thoughts I’m having and thinks I’m a total stranger.
“Ignore him,” Ben offers. I can hear the excitement he’s trying to hide in his voice. So he knows who our Little Miss Fox is as well? It’s no secret between us that we each have this thing for her we can’t quite shake. “What can we help you with?” He asks.
“Uh, well, I’m here for research purposes only.” She says a bit too defensively and takes her time looking all three of us in the eyes when she says it. I suppress a smirk.
“Oh, it’s a research kink then?” I tease her because, well, it’s pretty much my hobby at this point and why stop when we’re at a sex club? “Well, research away all over us then. What do you want to know?”
“Nota kink,” she clarifies, and even though she’s wearing a mask, I know the exact face she’s making under it. A delicious mixture of annoyance and delight that I’ve caused her to make many times before. “Okay, then, fine. I can make this quick then,” she continues nervously. “The first question. On a scale of one to ten, how likely are you to make sure a partner feels safe in this type of environment before, uh, engaging with them?” I look down at her hands and see the tiny pencil and a lone piece of paper in her hand. Of course, that’s what she sneaks into a place like this.
“We’re notengaging,” Ben says the word back to her with emphasis, “any women here. We’re here for a friend’s birthday party.”
“Oh, good.” she sighs with what I can only recognize as relief. “I mean, not good. But good to know for the research.” She stumbles without her usual finesse and composure and it makes me so fucking happy I want to pull her into a big hug. I love seeing her like this. She’s actually nervous for a change. And because of us.
“But hypothetically,” Graham adds slowly. “We would make sure that the woman felt extremely safe and ready forengaging.”
“Good to know,” our lovely fox says these words long and slow and everything halts like lightning has struck right in the middle of us. Because there is an edge in her voice. She’s picturing herself engaging, a.k.a. fucking, us. And she likes it.
This definitely isn’t our steadfastly professional classmate in front of us. This is sex-club-Emily, who wears a mask and lets us under her skin even though we’ve spent two years trying to do just that with no success.
I watch her suck her bottom lip in and release it, leaving a wet sheen on those beautiful plump lips that I’m more accustomed to watching recite equations in the sterile light of the library. And then I realize… It feels like lightning has struck between us because it fucking has. This is a one-in-a-million chance and I’m not about to miss it.
I reach my hand out and slip my fingers through hers. Her hand is soft and small in mine, but there is no hint of resistance. I lead her to the entrance of the private room we were just about to enter.
“Wh-,” she stutters. “Where are we going?”
“The three of us should really answer all your research questions in private,” I say, then pause and look back at her so our eyes meet. “Ms.Fox.”
Her throat bobs.Busted.
CHAPTER FOUR
Emily
Sure, when I put this red dress on, I wanted the night to be exciting. But I was thinking that “exciting” would mean some good stories to tell Drea about how I finally learned how an anal plug works from seeing someone else use it. Not being cornered bythem.The three men that I’ve always felt embarrassed by how much they affect me, who have always felt like my undoing.
This is bad. This is so bad.
I didn’t know it was them when I first approached them. I was so determined to get as much data as I could before I got kicked out or a little too buzzed. But as soon as our eyes met, every part of me realized who I had just cornered.
Maybe I’m misunderstanding, though? Maybe they don’t actually know who I am?
