Page 41 of Pucking Secret

Jayce turns back with a smirk. “This club’srealappeal. Private rooms where interested people can enjoy some… stress relief.”

I raise my brow in surprise. “I see.”

He leans against the wall, crossing his arms, his grin widening. “I’m serious. I’ve arranged for someone to play with tonight, and someone for you too, if you’re interested. Don’t worry, everyone signs NDAs here and they are ironclad. You can indulge however you want, and it will stay within these walls. Sometimes, you just need to let go and get away from it all, you know?”

As if on cue, one of the darkened doors opens and a gorgeous woman with long, platinum blonde hair and a short, black, sleeveless dress comes sauntering out. Jayce smirks at her as she sidles up next to him, resting her hand on his chest.

“Ready, baby?” she purrs.

“One sec,” he whispers, then faces me. “So, interested?”

I laugh. This type of thing is actually right up my alley, and I’d usually be completely up for it. However, all I can think of isStacey, imagining her in that black dress, pressing herself into my side, and I know no other woman will do it for me.

“You do you, man. I’m not up for that tonight.”

Jayce shrugs, unbothered. “Suit yourself. You know it’s here if you ever want that distraction.”

“Appreciate it. Have fun, Jayce.”

He winks at me, turns with his lady, and they disappear into the room she first came out of. I gaze around the hallway, briefly imagining what all is happening behind each door, but before my thoughts can run away with me completely, I turn and head back out into the bar.

Getting outside, I hail a cab. When it arrives, I settle into the back seat wordlessly. Leaning back, my eyes flutter closed. I think about my conversation with Jayce, and then those private rooms and I can’t help wondering what it would be like to explore them with Stacey.

Leading her into a lowly lit space where no one will bother us.

Tying her down to the bed.

Exploring her body with my fingers, lips and tongue until she’s squirming and begging me for more.

Driving my cock into her and fucking her until we’re drowning in pleasure.

Fuck, that would be so hot, but now I have a raging boner that I’d rather not have the driver notice.

I wonder what Stacey’s doing? It’s after midnight, so most likely she’s asleep, but I want to see her again.

Impulsively, I grab my phone and pull up her number. I found it in the staff directory at the stadium, and shamelessly added it to my contacts. Typing out a quick message, I hit send.

Owen: It’s Owen. Want to get breakfast with me in the morning?

I stare at my phone, waiting for a reply even though I know I shouldn’t. She’s got to be asleep by now. It’s so late…

Suddenly, I see the “Read” notification pop up on the message. I watch, my heart pounding, as the three dots flash to indicate that she’s typing. They go away without her sending a response, but before I can feel the full brunt of my disappointment, the three dots reappear and then a message flashes across the screen.

Stacey: No. I’ve got a situation going on right now.

I frown. That’s it? And why is she even awake at this hour? I tap out another message, my fingers moving faster than my brain.

Owen: Why are you even up this late? Are you okay?

The seconds stretch into minutes, each one making the silence heavier. The “Read” notification pops up again, but that’s all. I stare at the screen until it blurs, but still—no response.

Something’s wrong. I can feel it.

“Change of plans,” I tell the cab driver, rattling off Stacey’s address. When Stacey left me in her office that first day, I did a little snooping and found her address on some intake paperwork on her desk. Stalkery? A little bit, sure, but I was so stunned after seeing her again, I wasn’t exactly thinking straight. If she tells me to leave, I’ll obviously leave, but her text set off alarms for me.

My anxiety makes the ride feel longer than it is. Every streetlight we pass casts shadows that stretch and fade, feeding the gnawing worry in my chest. When we finally pull up in front of her house, I toss cash at the driver and climb out, the coolnight air biting at my skin. My footsteps echo as I head up to her door, my pulse loud in my ears.

I hesitate, then knock.

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