Does that make me a creep?
Fuck, am I some dirty old perve?
She could be a friend of Dylan’s. Worse, she could be a student at Beckford U.
Goddammit.
I drop my hand from my pants like I’ve been burnt. The thought never occurred to me. She’s not in any of my business classes—I’d remember flaming-red hair like hers—but that doesn’t mean she isn’t enrolled.
Granted, it’s hard to tell her exact age with the devil mask covering half her face, but I can’t risk it. My job would be on the fucking line.
Coming here was a mistake. A risky fucking mistake.
Running my hand over my face, I turn and hurry from the room, beelining for the exit. I drop my head as I crossthe main lounge, burying my hands in my pockets. I come to a halt when my fingers brush over the card she slipped in there earlier, and I pull it free.
The Euphoria membership logo glints from one side, and when I flip it over, there’s nothing but a printed username: @daring_devil.
My heart stutters. I’m torn.
She’s an adult; she’s old enough to know what she wants.
Why should I feel guilty about watching her get herself off? She enjoyed being watched, and by giving me her card, she’s clearly interested in exploring something with me, right?
Clasping the back of my neck with my free hand, I try to figure out my next move. I’m too confused to go looking for her now. I don’t think I’m ready for what she promises.
Before I can fully decide, my feet lead me towards the reception desk instead of the exit.
The woman behind the desk smiles at me.
“How can I help you tonight, sir?”
Clearing my throat, I pull out my wallet. “I’d like to sign up.”
Chapter 2
Leni
Agrin spreads across my lips as my eyes flutter open. My body thrums as I remember how good I felt in the Royal Suite at the club last night. As an exhibitionist, being related to the owner of Euphoria has its perks. I can play whenever I want—thankfully without having to pay the membership fee, since Mum froze all my accounts after an incident in my final year of high school.
My cousin is the black sheep of the family, but Jeremy recognises my need to explore my sexuality in a safe place, and all of his employees are under strict instructions to keep a close eye on me so he doesn’t have to.
He doesn’t realise just how much I enjoy the attention.
My core pulses as my thoughts drift to the man in the silver mask I met at the bar. He was adorably out of his comfort zone, and there’s something deeply appealing in the vulnerability of an older man.
Who am I kidding? I’m drawn to older men like a moth to a flame.
Call it unresolved daddy issues if you want—thank youDaddy dearest for walking out on me when I was twelve—but the idea of being fucked by a man who knows how to please a woman, and isn’t just after a wham bam, thank you ma’am like the losers my age, has me wetter than Niagara Falls.
I moan, my thighs clenching as I run my hands over my hard nipples, tugging gently on the piercings. Pleasure shoots straight to my already dripping cunt. Licking my lips, I continue to play with one nipple as my other hand drifts south, circling my clit before sliding between my wet folds.
Keeping my eyes closed, I conjure an image of his strong, chiselled jaw and those intense whiskey eyes that set my skin on fire as they drifted over my body.
I was hoping he’d be curious enough to wander into the voyeur room, and he didn’t disappoint. Locking eyes with him as I deep throated the dildo was hot. The memory of it has me coming hard again.
Muffling my cries in my pillow, I continue to ride my fingers through the aftershocks. My hand is soaked and no one’s even watching.
Huffing out a laugh, I roll out of bed and pad across the room to my ensuite bathroom—the benefit of stepdaddy dearest number three being absolutely loaded.
