Page 56 of Caught Up

I swore, low and angry, and tugged her back into my chest. My hand smoothed over her shoulders, and I took a second to choose my words, hoping to get through to her. “I’m not that scared kid anymore. I’m not going to ghost you again. Anything that happens from here on out, I’ll talk to you about it first. But you should know, because of what I do, making plans is hard.”

“So, what?” She mumbled against my shirt. “I’m just supposed to wait around for you?”

“No. I’m only asking for a little more patience if this happens again.” I dropped my lips to the top of her head, willing her to understand. “And I promise I’ll make it up to you afterward.”

“How?”

“However you want me to,” I told her.

She leaned back and gifted me a smile, and maybe it was because of the shadows, but it looked a little scary. “Dangerous words. I’m not that shy girl anymore.”

“What shy girl? The one I remember wrote me an explicit,two-sidednote telling me all the things she wanted to do to my dick.”

“She was tame in comparison.”

I sent her a flat look. “And you don’t think I know that after how long I’ve been a sub?”

She shook her head. “Most of what I post, and what you’ve requested, has been pretty standard. But I like other things, too, want other things.”

My gaze tripped past her toward the unoccupied stage. “Things like this?”

“And more.”

Our gazes locked. “Things like being chased down a hallway?”

She bit her lip and nodded, shifting a little in my lap, just enough for me to realize my dick was about to get stuck down a pant leg again. Sneaking a surreptitious look at our closest neighbors, I slipped my hand beneath Lauren and adjusted myself. Her gaze followed the movement, the same hungry expression from the arcade taking over her face.

I leaned in again, kissing her cheek, moving back until I caught her earlobe between my teeth. “Whatever you want, whenever you want it.”

She shifted closer, hands gripping my shoulders. “I want—”

The overhead lights dimmed, the warning sign that the show was about to start.

Lauren let out a frustrated sound and slid off my lap.

I fought to get control of myself while everyone around us took their seats. What I wanted to do to Lauren right now wasn’t fit for public consumption. Or maybe it was, and I was just too selfish a bastard to let anyone else in. I wanted her just for myself, couldn’t stand the thought of sharing her sighs or moans.

It struck me then, that I wasalreadysharing her with thousands of subscribers, and yet, I didn’t feel the same possessive need to keep her from them. Maybe because their relationships were transactional and online. Or maybe because it was her livelihood, and even I wasn’t a big enough bastard to want to take that from her. Or—

A low chime sounded from the speakers, cutting off my thoughts and triggering an unexpected flood of anticipation through my veins. Yup, I definitely shared Lauren’s voyeur kink, because the thought of doing this again—watching two people fuck in person—had me rock hard.

Instead of Morgan and Steph, a Black couple walked onstage, both already dressed in robes.

Lauren leaned close. “Ray and Ella. You’re in for a surprise.”

My gaze shifted from the lean man with braids to the woman holding his hand. Her hair floated around her face in tight, corkscrew curls. The robe she wore hid most of her from sight, all but her toned calves and bare feet, toenails painted a bright pink.

They stopped in front of the bed, where Ray pulled Ella close.

“Hi,” he said, leaning down to bump his forehead against hers.

“Hi,” she responded.

“You look beautiful tonight.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Ella said.

Well, they seemed like a sweet couple. Hopefully this wasn’t about to be boring and sentimental. It would be a letdown after the first performance I’d watched, and with so many charged emotions still swirling through me, I wasn’t in the mood for anything soft.

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