Page 30 of Sugar Baby

The sassy little brat that put us in our place when we questioned her, telling me everything I needed to know about her.

Yes, she is young.

Yes, she is inexperienced when it comes to the sugar life. And to being a baby girl.

But she is confident when she speaks her mind. She is able to clearly communicate what she wants from us. Which is a major turn on for me—knowing we can trust her responses when we check in with her will allow all of us to settle into our roles with ease tonight.

And then . . .

I hit the brakes on that thought.

No. Noand then. Just tonight. A singular event. That is all we’re offering and all we will be getting.

She is offering us a service and we are paying her. As much as the SugarLife app likes to dress that up as a mutual exchange oftime and gifts, it really boils down to the four of us paying to use this girls body at the same time.

I’m not even going to entertain the thought of something more.

We’ve been down that road before, and the aftermath nearly broke us apart.

The elevator dings, and slowly the doors open to an empty, nondescript corridor. It looks like any hotel hallway, with wall sconces every few doorways, key card panels, heavy security doors, and symmetrically patterned burgundy carpet that runs the full length.

I rub my thumb over the key card that will gain us entry to our fantasy for the night as I step out of the elevator and make my way down to our room, my three best friends only steps behind me.

She should have received a notification that the first portion of her gift has been paid, confirming our date. She knows what time we will arrive.

As I reach the door with our baby girl on the other side, I glance down at my watch. Six fifty-nine.

I turn to check in on the other three.

Only Hudson looks at me, a smirk on his lips. His normally light-blue eyes are darker, and I can’t tell if it’s due to the lighting or how excited he is for tonight. He might not be getting the thing he craves the most tonight, but he’ll be getting everything else.

No need to scare Emmy off before we can have our fun together.

Xavier’s baby face is hard, jaw clenched, as if he’s restraining himself. His blond curls tend to trick the women he is with into thinking he is the softer kind of dominant. The kind who is all about caregiving and coaxing their sub into submission.

They would be wrong.

He is the most extreme of the four of us and is usually the hardest to please. Emmy will have her work cut out for her with him.

Darcy meets my eyes with a raised eyebrow. I match his expression and then he gives me a nod.

Not bothering to see if it is perfectly seven o’clock, I hold the piece of white plastic against the scanning plate, waiting for the indicator light to turn green.

It does, with a beep.

Not giving myself a moment to hesitate, I grip the handle, rotate down, and push on the heavy door. I know what the room looks like from the photos Emmy sent us, but I’m unprepared for the vibe.

She has dimmed the lights, and there is a sensual music video playing quietly on the TV.

But what really captures my attention is the back of the girl kneeling on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, the tips of her toes appearing beneath her black lace-covered bottom, long brown hair almost tickling said toes, as she hunches over something.

That is one outfit she definitely didn’t send us a picture of.

I make room for my friends, and it’s not until the door clicks shut behind us that Emmy reacts to our presence.

When she whirls around, I catch my breath, because fuck. Even with all the pictures she sent today, I’m unprepared. Her face wasn’t completely revealed in any of them, but we could tell that she was attractive, beautiful, even. Which, I won’t lie, had left me somewhat skeptical.

It wouldn’t be the first time a SugarLife account has tried to scam us.

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