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Caleb’s hand tightens over my throat. I’m melting against this seat, my body flush with expectation.

But where’s the rest of the story?

“Was that his what?” I ask.

“We’re here.” Lincoln’s voice is laced with amusement.

“Wait, no, don’t stop the story now,” I say.

Caleb tightens his grip on my neck before releasing me. “Can’t keep reading, we have somewhere to take you.”

My pussy is throbbing. I can only guess where the story was going, and I am one hundred percent on board with it. I’m going to get to translate these kinds of stories? Whoa.

Lincoln parks at a garage down the street from Vice. He turns in his seat to face me. “What kind of panties are you wearing?”

“Um. White bikini cut.”

“Lacy?” he asks.

“There’s some lace, yeah.”

He folds his arms across his chest and arches an eyebrow. “Take them off.”

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ROOM THREE

Evelyn

Kinky man. I stare at him. “Are you serious? I’m wearing a white dress, in case you haven’t noticed?—”

“Serious as a spanking,” he says.

Well, shit. “Okay…”

If people get to see the outline of my pussy, well, that’ll be Lincoln’s fault. I lift my hips, reach under my dress, and tug my panties off, pulling them down my legs and over my heels.

Lincoln holds out his hand. “Give them to me.”

I pass the crumpled white fabric to him.

He lifts it to his face and inhales. “So fucking sweet.”

Maybe I should think that’s gross, but for some reason, it turns me on even more.

He tucks my panties into his pocket and we get out of the car. As we walk toward the building, each step I take causes me to be extra conscious of my legs, the arousal slicking my thighs, the fact I have no underwear on. It’s taking all of my self-restraint not to rub myself all over my guys.

“Did you like the story, little girl?” Lincoln asks.

“Yeah, I mean, it was okay,” I say. Trying for casual. Failing.

Caleb keeps his hand on the back of my neck, possessive. We don’t walk toward the long line trailing out of Vice’s main entrance, though.

“I thought we were going to Vice?” I ask as they lead me around to the back of the building. Maybe they’re going to fuck me first. Although I’d prefer one of those swanky rooms overlooking the club full of dancers, I’m so aroused right now, I’d be happy with something quick in a dark alley.

“We’re going to a different part of Vice,” Lincoln says, kissing my temple. “This is a sex club, Evie, so I need to let you know before we step inside. Use your safe word at any time if you want out.”

A freaking sex club has been hiding behind Vice this whole time? Yeah, that definitely wasn’t in the travel blogs I read before I first came here.

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