Page 24 of Playing By Their Rules

I suck in a breath. They’re here. Holy butts, they are right behind me.

I breathe out and in again, trying to collect my composure while the bouncer gives me an impassive stare. Then I spin around, a smile ready on my lips. They’re wearing dark jeans and button-down shirts, a little more casual than the slacks and jackets they wear when they’re teaching. Chance’s dark hair looks messy, his whiskers long and scratchy looking. I want him to run his face along my thighs. Ethan’s blue eyes are narrowed at me, making me feel like prey. A thrill of fear, twined with lust, spikes my bloodstream.

Let them know how they get to me? No freaking way.

“Professors,” I say, holding an imaginary cigarette and affecting a terrible Humphrey Bogart impression. “Of all the sex clubs in all the towns in all the world….”

They frown. Unamused.

I wink and smile big enough to pop a dimple at them. “I thought you’d never get here. Are we going in, or what?”

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"LOOK AT ME, BABY GIRL."

Chance

The bouncer, a tall blond guy who goes by the name of Paxton, looks between the three of us. “She’s with you?”

Ethan glares at Maisie. “She is tonight.”

“Is she?” Maisie asks, her gaze challenging.

My fingers twitch with the need to spank this sassy little brat. First, though, I have to ask, “Are you in an exclusive relationship with anyone?”

“No,” she says. “Not at all.”

“All right. Then, Maisie,” I say in a low voice.

A saccharine smile, a too-soft voice. “Yes, Professor Wexton?”

“You’re coming with us into this club and you will be punished for your impertinence.”

She huffs an exaggerated sigh. “Promises, promises.”

Oh, I’ll give her promises. No warning, I reach out and pick her up, hauling her over my shoulder.

She shrieks. “Put me down!”

“Your safe word is still red, baby girl,” I say, gripping the backs of her thighs to keep her balanced over my shoulder. Her skin is so smooth, I want to rub my face over her legs and bite her soft flesh. “You can say it at any time and if I were you, I’d be saying it now. You have no fucking idea what you’re getting into.”

She’s quiet for the briefest of moments, considering. “Do your worst, professors.”

I meet Ethan’s gaze over Maisie’s legs. He nods.

Finally, after five years, we’re agreeing on a woman to scene with. She just had to be the one we’ve been waiting for all along.

With a shrug, Paxton waves us past. At the proper entrance to Low Vice, I have to set Maisie down so the woman at the counter can check her in as a non-member and have her sign the various releases and go over all the club rules. Maisie’s big green eyes are wide as she listens, but she signs her name on the release form with a flourish, dotting the i’s in Maisie with little hearts.

She’s a sexy brat, yeah, but she’s also really fucking cute.

As soon as that’s done, I take her hand firmly in mine and pull her into the club. Ethan follows close behind her, his jaw set. He’s just as determined as I am to see this brat finally submitting to us.

Maisie forgets to walk as soon as we step inside. I survey the club from her perspective, as a first-timer. The patrons sit at tables and booths in various states of undress. Most are dressed like they would fit in at the other side of Vice, but they’re definitely more handsy here, touching each other, kissing. One man straddles another and nuzzles his neck, fully visible in their booth. There are the rooms where couples can go in and play together, with the curtains open or closed depending on whether they want an audience.

“Come along,” I say, pulling Maisie forward.

We reach a table near the wall. “What do you want to drink?” I ask her.

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