Page 25 of Playing By Their Rules

“A gin and tonic,” she says, unable to tug her gaze away from the room we’re walking past. The curtains are open, giving us an unobstructed view of the action. Inside, a woman is inserting a plug into a man’s ass.

I let go of Maisie’s hand to grip the nape of her neck. Not squeezing, just reminding her I’m in charge. “Were you not paying attention to Abigail at the counter? There’s no alcohol in Low Vice.”

“Ohhh,” Maisie says slowly. “Right. Some water, then. Sparkling.”

Ethan nods and strides away. Maisie watches him go, appreciating his form.

“You’re an eager little thing, aren’t you?” I ask.

“You’ve made me wait long enough,” she says.

I can’t believe this girl. I sit down at our table. She moves to take the chair next to mine, but I say, “Nope,” and haul her onto my lap.

“Daddy,” she whispers.

Oh, fuck. If my cock wasn’t hard before, hearing her call me this would’ve really done the trick.

“That’s right,” I say through a tight throat. “You’re our little girl and you’ve been very naughty.”

She pouts. “It’s not my fault.”

Ethan returns with three glasses and sits next to Maisie and me. It’s closer than he would normally sit, and that’s because he wants to be within touching distance of Maisie. Also, the angle he’s sitting at would make it easier for us to hide what I’m hoping we’ll do to her while we enjoy our drinks.

“Thank you,” Maisie says, accepting the glass he holds out to her. “Um, Daddy.”

His tight jaw relaxes into a grin. “Looks like we’re picking up right where we left off with the honorifics. You’re welcome, angel.”

Her cheeks go pink with a blush.

“How did you find out about this place?” I ask, cupping her knee with my palm.

“My friend heard a rumor and told me about it.” She takes a drink of her mineral water and scrunches her nose. “Wow, that’s a lot of bubbles.”

“I hope your friend doesn’t tell anyone else,” Ethan says. “This place is supposed to be a secret.”

Shaking her head, she says, “He wouldn’t have any reason to, don’t worry.”

Her skin is so soft beneath my hand, I can’t help but rub along it. Her sharp intake of breath when I venture a little higher has me smiling. I love holding her against me like this, breathing in her sweet scent. Apples and cinnamon.

Ethan rests his hand on her other leg.

Maisie looks between us. “Should, um, we be doing this?”

Squeezing her against me, I say, “Look around, baby girl. Everyone’s doing something.”

“But what about you?” she challenges. “Are you going to toss me off your lap and send me home before the fun really starts?”

“Oh, Maisie.” I move my hand from her knee to her inner thigh. “Your attitude is testing my patience.”

Roman enters the club with a tall man who wears sunglasses perched on top of his head. Roman sees us and nods, quickly covering the look of surprise that crosses his face when he notices Maisie in my lap.

“What would you think if Chance fingers you to orgasm?” Ethan asks as he takes a sip of his water.

“I like orgasms,” she says in a prim voice.

I nibble on her earlobe. “Good. I’ll give you one right now.”

“Noooo,” she breathes. “In front of everyone?”

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