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It shouldn’t be this hot, but there’s something about a bad boy in a mask that just gets me.

When they’re done, I spin around to my friends. “Never gets old,” Emma says with a big grin.

“Huh.” Grayson looks down at me, grinning with a brow raised. “Masked men do it for you, Pretty Girl?”

“You could say that.” I shrug.

Grayson steps forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. “Is that what you like to read about in your little romance books?” he asks, bringing his lips to my ear. I shiver, hands gripping his shirt. “Would you like that, Pretty Girl?” he murmurs. “Would you be dripping for me if I were to chase your sexy little ass around while wearing a mask? What if I catch you, pin you to the ground, and have my filthy way with you?”

My breathing becomes labored as those exact thoughts rush through my mind.Yes, yes, I’d very much like that.Holy shit, I’d like that a little too much.

Swallowing hard, I don’t answer him, but he chuckles, seeming to know exactly why that is.

“You surprise me every day, Sadie. You're not as innocent as you make everyone believe?” he chuckles deeply, sucking myearlobe into his mouth and biting down, making me moan. “No, you're a naughty little thing. I wonder what else you're into, huh?”

My deal with the guys was to help explore what I like sexually, but I’d never in a million years ask them for the kinky aspects, too afraid to be judged or made fun of.

But the more I get to know my guys, especially Grayson, the more I think they might be open to trying the things I’m into. I mean, they own a BDSM club, after all. How odd would some primal play and degradation be? Preston already gave me a little taste of the latter, and I loved it.

The other night in the tower was amazing, but part of me wished a little bit of Host Club Preston would have made an appearance. Still, I enjoyed every moment of him inside me.

“Maybe we should figure that out together, huh?” he asks, humming. I’m about to say yes when my best friend interrupts.

“Okay, enough, you two. This is a family establishment,” Emma playfully chastises, pulling me away and out of Grayson’s arms. “On to the next house!”

Chapter 16

Declan

Tonight has been one of the best nights of my life. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed and smiled so much. To just leave the real world behind and spend a night with my friends is something I didn’t know I needed.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find my attention drifting towards Preston when Sadie is busy with Grayson or one of the girls.

It’s like I can’t keep my eyes off him. He looks so out of place, a silent bystander. He’s been watching Sadie with this look of longing for the whole night. It hurts to watch.

It’s equal parts jealousy, confusion, and wanting Preston to just be happy. Even if it’s not with me.

He’s been staying at my dorm the past few nights, and it’s been pure torture. To have him so close, laying beside me every night, making my bed sheets smell like him, it hurts.

But I don’t have it in me to tell him no, to tell him to leave, because I crave the smallest things from him. It’s pathetic.

“Hey,” I say, falling in step next to him as we move with the line. Sadie is laughing with her friends, Grayson holding onto her from behind. They look like a couple. I know Sadie is loving every moment of it.

It's been hard on her, keeping our relationship to ourselves. She deserves to be shown off. Not treated like a dirty little secret.

“Hey.”

“Having fun?”

“It’s not too bad.” He shrugs.

“If you're not having fun, why did you come?” I ask genuinely.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t having fun.” He frowns. “And I came because all of you were coming.”

I grin. “Feeling a bit of FOMO?”

“No,” he grumbles. “Okay, maybe a little bit. Since you started dating Sadie, I only see you two at the Host Club. And even then, you're with clients.”

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