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Another groan escapes as my dick decides it wants in on the fun. I adjust myself and text back.
What kind of game?
Kitten: A little game of cat and mouse.
Though I want nothing more than to find her and get us both out of here, I can’t help but smile.
You do realize you’re the mouse in this game, right, Kitten?
Kitten: We’ll see about that.
With renewed purpose, I head to the elevator. The bouncer looks me up and down and frowns.
“My girlfriend is upstairs,” I tell him. The words slipping from my lips too easily.
“You gonna get in a fight?” he asks.
I make a face. Is that normal here? “No. She told me to meet her up there. We’re playing a little game,” I add.
He nods like that makes total sense—and, of course, it does, because once again, we’re in a sex club—and he motions for me to enter the elevator.
Moments later, the elevator doors open, and I’m met by hallways lit only by rope lights on the floor and the sounds of music mixed with moans. I slip my phone out of my pocket and call Cat. A phone rings down the hall when I do, so I stride toward the sound.
“You’re cheating,” she whispers into the phone.
I laugh with relief, knowing she’s close. “You really want to hide from me up here?”
She hums into the phone. I can picture her biting her lip as she finally replies, “Yes, I think I do.”
“Then you better be ready to run.”
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SECRET BY MAROON 5
CAT
Istare at the black screen of my phone. He hung up on me. I press myself against the wall, breathing deeply. Time to make a plan.
The low thrum of the music matches the pulse between my legs and the beating of my heart. It’s exhilarating. With this wig, no one will recognize me, and I’m wandering the halls of a place I have no business being. My thighs clench in anticipation at the moans of ecstasy coming from a woman nearby. And when his heavy footsteps sound down the hall, I practically squeal in excitement.
Stopping at the first door I come to, I twist the knob and brace myself for what I might find. Fortunately, door number one leads to nothing but another hallway. At the quickening of his footsteps behind me, I sprint toward the end.
“Oh, Kitten,” he purrs, his pace slow, like he has all the time in the world. Like he knows he’ll eventually get what he wants.
I dip behind a nearby curtain in hopes of avoiding being caught so soon. As I spin around, a man growls “on your knees,” and I practically faint.
Before I can react, a hand clamps around my mouth and pulls me backward. I bite and nip and attempt to kick.
“Shh, Kitten, I got you,” he murmurs in my ear.
The man in front of me, I now realize, is talking to someone else. And she’s now dropped to her knees. In front of her is another woman who’s sitting on a throne—an actualthrone—her legs spread wide.
I swear my eyes pop out of my head.What. The. Fuck?
“Now what?” the woman on her knees practically pants, her attention fixed dutifully on the man towering over her.
“Crawl to her,” he directs.
