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A few people have crowded around the stage, but I still have a perfect view from where I’m sitting. “I can see why you sit here every night,” I say softly.

“It’s the perfect place to watch,” he agrees.

“Is that what you like?”

“I like a lot of things, Waverly,” he murmurs as he drops his lips to my ear. “It’s rare I find someone I’d like to play with, so watching fills the void for me.”

I know better than to hope that I’m someone he would like to play with, and usually I wouldn’t even entertain the idea. But the mixture of his scent, the scene playing out in front of us, and thealcohol moving through my veins, I can barely think of anything other than his touch and how I know without a shadow of a doubt that he could light my body on fire if he wanted to.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

EMMETT

All the times I promised myself I’d never touch her fly out the window as I watch her watching Micah and Sienna.

I love to watch. There’s something so satisfying about seeing other people find their pleasure, but watching Waverly watch them is something else entirely.

I can’t touch her, not tonight at least, not when she’s had a few drinks, but that doesn’t mean we can’t play just a little, just enough to make her crave me the same way I crave her with every fiber of my being.

Her breath stutters when Micah crouches in front of Sienna and helps her shuffle forward on the cushion. He’s a good Dom, one of the best, and if I were going to watch a scene play out with Waverly, I’m glad it’s one directed by him. He always checks in with his subs constantly, which means they’re never afraid, even when he’s causing them pain.

Once she’s settled, he slips the vibrator between her thighs, and her mouth drops open, an inaudible moan escaping as he teases her with it. We can’t see what he’s doing from here, and I take the opportunity to stare down at the woman I’ve spent years watching from afar. Being so close to her now is a dream, but she could so easily slip out of my grasp, disappear the way she has somany times before. But now she’d know if I followed her. I’m not anonymous anymore. Stepping out of the shadows was a risk, but not one I’m likely to regret.

Her rosy lips are parted, her chest rising and falling faster than usual, her skin flushed with heat. She’s always delectable, but right now I’m finding it hard to keep my hands to myself.

I drag my eyes off her and back to the scene to find Sienna shifting her hips restlessly. Micah stands, and his hands fall to the button of his black jeans. We’re too far away to know for sure, but if I had to hazard a guess based on his usual moves, I’d say that vibrator is set on low, pressing against that sweet spot inside her that could set her alight, but it’s not quite enough to get her there.

“Micah likes to deny orgasms. He’ll make her beg to come, and then he’ll probably say no. By the time he’s done with her, she’ll be a squirming, sobbing mess,” I breathe against the shell of her ear.

Waverly finally pulls her attention from them to look up at me, and the lust swirling around in her eyes is almost my undoing. She’s so fucking beautiful she barely seems real. “Is that something you like?” She whispers the question, but I don’t miss the breathiness that accompanies the words.

“I do,” I admit. “I bet you’d beg so pretty, Little Temptress.”

Her eyes blink closed for a moment as she swallows, and I can’t help imagining her swallowing around my cock. Not tonight, but soon. Very fucking soon if I have it my way.

I need to figure out what I’m going to do about Kade. The fact he went to see her today, posing as me, gets under my skin, but if I know my brother as well as I think I do, it’s that that’s his favorite place to be. He wants to get to me. He wants to see me snap. But I refuse to take the bait.

I force myself to look away from her and back to the stage. I’m vaguely aware of Abigail hovering nearby, but she must notthink I’m a threat to her new friend because she doesn’t try to rescue Waverly.

Micah pumps his cock a few times just out of reach of Sienna, her eyes locked on his length and her lips parted as if she can’t wait to taste him. Her body trembles as her hips shift, but in that position she won’t be able to get any friction, so he doesn’t bother reprimanding her.

He steps forward and brushes his crown around her lips, painting them with his precum as he says something to her.

She gives him a quick nod and responds, telling me he’s checking in with her before he buries himself in her waiting mouth. He’s not slow or gentle about it as he grasps her long dark hair in his fists and holds her steady as he begins to pump steadily, keeping his eyes on hers all the while.

Waverly’s thigh brushes against mine as she shifts, and I smirk. She’s trying to subtly get relief from how turned on she is, but soon she’ll realize that I see everything she does. I’m fucking addicted to every move she makes.

“Are you feeling needy?” I ask quietly, and her wide eyes flick up to meet mine.

Her pink tongue darts out over her bottom lip, and I track the movement, desperate to follow the same path with my own tongue.

Not tonight,I remind myself.

“Why don’t you slip your hand under your dress and give yourself some relief?”

“I can’t do that!” she whisper-shouts.

I chuckle. “Look at where you are, sweetness, of course you can.”

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