The Voyeur Series E-Book

Ellis O. Day

• Herausgeber: LSODea
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: La Petite Mort Club
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 340

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

When Patrick stumbles across a maid at La Petite Morte Club watching a couple have sex, he can’t keep his hands off her. She’s cute, sexy and kinky – just the way he likes his women.
Until he discovers that she’s the younger sister of one of his best friends which means she’s in the “hands off” department.
Annie is tired of guys staying away from her because of her overprotective brother. She’s determined to convince Patrick that she should not be off limits and that his hands should definitely be all over her body.
This is a HEA standalone series meant for eighteen and up.

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The Voyeur

Book 1

(A La Petite Mort Club Series)

Ellis O. Day

Copyright © 2017 Ellis O. Day

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ISBN-13: 978-1-942706-25-0

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Table of Contents

CHAPTER 1: ANNIE

Annie finished making the bed and gathered the sheets from the floor, keeping them as far away from her body as possible. These sex rooms were disgusting and Ethan was a jerk making her work as a maid. She almost had her Bachelor’s Degree in Culinary Arts, but he’d refused to hire her for the kitchen—too many men in the kitchen. The only job he’d give her at La Petite Mort Club was as a maid and unfortunately, she needed the money too badly to refuse.

She stuffed the dirty sheets into the cart and hurried out the door. She had almost thirty minutes before she had to be at the next “sex room.” She hid the cart in a closet and darted down a back hallway, staying clear of the cameras. Julie, the woman who supervised the daytime maids, was a real bitch. If she were caught sneaking away from her duties, she’d be assigned to the orgy rooms every day. Right now, they all took turns cleaning that nightmare. She swore they should get hazard pay to even go in those rooms.

She slipped through a doorway and hurried to the one-way mirror. She stared at the couple in the next room. From her first day here, she’d been curious about the activities at the club. She was twenty-four and wasn’t a virgin but she’d never, ever done some of these things.

The woman in the other room was tied to a table, legs spread and wearing some sort of leather outfit that left her large breasts free and her crotch exposed. She’d shaved her private parts and her pink lower lips were swollen and glistening from her excitement. The man strolled around the table as if he had all night. He still had his pants on but had removed his shirt. His arms and chest were well defined but he had a slight paunch. His erection tented his pants and Annie felt wetness pool between her legs. She had no idea why watching this turned her on but it did. Ever since she’d accidentally barged in on that guy and girl in the Interview room, she couldn’t stop watching.

The man below ran his hand up the woman’s inner thigh, glancing over her pussy. The woman thrust her hips upward and Annie ran her own hand between her legs. The man’s mouth moved but Annie couldn’t hear anything and then he slapped the woman across the thigh hard enough to leave a red mark. Annie jumped. She wasn’t into that, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the woman’s face. At first, it’d contorted in pain but then it’d morphed into pleasure. The man hit her again and then bent, kissing the red welts—running his tongue across them as his fingers squeezed her nipple.

Annie clutched her thighs together, searching for some relief. Her panties were soaked. It wouldn’t take but a few strokes to make her come. She started to slide her hand into her pants.

“Having fun?” asked a deep voice from behind her.

She spun around, her heart dropping into her stomach. “Ah…I was just finishing cleaning in here.” Damn, she should’ve closed the door but she hadn’t expected anyone in this area. The rooms were off limits on this floor until tonight and she was the only one assigned to clean here.

He shut the door and locked it before strolling toward her. She’d seen him around the Club, but more than that she remembered him from the military photos her brother, Vic, had sent to her. She carried one of the three of them—Vic, Ethan and this guy, Patrick—in her purse. He’d been attractive in the picture, but now that he was older and in person he was gorgeous. He had dark green eyes, brown hair and a perfect body. He stopped so close to her his chest almost brushed against her breasts. She was pretty sure it would if she inhaled deeply. She really wanted to do that and feel his hard chest rub against her nipples.

“Don’t let me stop you from enjoying the show.”

“I…I wasn’t. I should go.” She started to walk past him but he grabbed her hand.

His grip was warm and strong but loose enough that she could pull free if she wanted. She didn’t. Even though she only knew him from her brother’s pictures and letters, she’d had many fantasies about him when she’d been in high school. Her gaze dropped to the front of his pants and her mouth almost watered. He was definitely interested. She dragged her eyes up his body, stopping on his face. He smiled at her.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Watching turns us all on.” He kissed the back of her hand and she jumped as his tongue darted out, tasting her skin.

“I…I should go.” She didn’t move.

“No, you should watch.” He dropped her hand and grabbed her shoulders, gently turning her toward the mirror. He trailed his hands up and down her arms. “Watch.”

The man in the other room was now sucking on the woman’s breast as his fingers caressed her pussy.

“Would you like to hear them? Or do you like it quiet?” His voice was a rough whisper against her ear.

“Sound, please.” She wanted to hear their gasps and moans. She wanted to close her eyes and pretend it was her. She shifted, squeezing her thighs together.

He chuckled as he moved away. She felt his absence to her bones. He’d been strong and warm behind her and for a moment she’d felt safe, safer than she had since her brother had come back from the war, broken and sad, and her father had started drinking again.

The woman’s moans filled the room and Patrick came back to stand behind her, this time placing his hands on her waist.

“I’m Patrick,” he said against her ear.

She couldn’t take her eyes from the scene in front of her. The woman was almost coming as the man thrust his fingers inside of her.

“What’s your name?” He nipped her neck and she jumped.

“I…I…” If she told him her name, he might say something to Ethan. Ethan would kill her if he knew she was in here watching.

“Tell me your name.” His lips trailed along her neck and she tipped her head giving him better access.

The guy was kissing his way down the woman’s body. Annie wanted to touch herself, to make herself come but Patrick was here.

He nibbled her ear. “Why won’t you tell me your name?”

“I…I’ll get in trouble.” She rubbed her ass against his erection, hopefully giving him a hint.

“Tease.” His hand drifted down her stomach, stopping right above where she wanted him to touch. “Tell me your name or I’ll make you suffer.” He unbuttoned her pants and left his hand—warm, rough but immobile—resting on her abdomen.

“I can’t.” She stood on tip-toe, hoping his hand would lower a little but he was too tall or she was too short. He had to be almost six foot and she was barely five-foot four. “I could get fired and I need this job.”

“Darling, Ethan won’t fire you for fucking a customer.”

“We aren’t. We can’t.” She spun around. She hadn’t thought this through. He was her fantasy come to life and she wanted him even if it was only this one time, but Ethan would find out and then she’d be in deep shit.

“Don’t worry. I’m a member and you work here, so we’re both clean.” He hesitated, his hands tightening on her hips. “Are you protected?”

“What?” She had no idea what he was talking about.

“Ethan makes sure everyone at the Club is clean but only the…some of his employees are required to be on birth control.” He ran his hands up her sides, getting closer and closer to her breasts. “Are you on birth control?” His gaze dropped to her tits. “If not, it’s okay. There are other things we can do.”

Oh, she wanted to do everything his eyes promised, but she couldn’t. “I’m on the pill but we can’t. I need this job. I have to go.” She tried to move but her feet refused to obey, so she just stared at his handsome face.

“Are you sure?” He bent so he was almost eye level with her. “I promise. Ethan won’t care. A lot of maids become…change jobs. The pay’s a lot better.” His eyes roamed over her frame. “Especially, for someone as cute as you.”

Ethan would kill her before letting her become one of his pleasure associates.

“I could talk to Ethan for you.” His hands moved up her body, stopping right below her breasts.

Her nipples hardened and she forgot everything but what he was making her feel. He ran his thumb over one of them and she leaned closer, wanting him to do it again.

He did. He continued rubbing her nipple as he spoke. “I could persuade him to let me…handle your initiation into club life.”

Her heart raced in her chest. It could be just her and him doing all these things she’d seen. Her pussy throbbed but she couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t do it. She couldn’t have sex for money. Her parents were both dead but they’d never understand and she couldn’t disappoint them. “No. I can’t do that…not for money.” Her eyes darted to the door. She needed to get out of there before she did something she’d regret.

“That’s even better.” He smiled as he stepped closer. “We can keep this between us. No money. Only a man and a woman.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Giving each other pleasure. A lot of pleasure. In ways you haven’t even imagined.”

There were moans from the other room and she glanced over her shoulder. The man’s face was buried between the woman’s thighs.

Patrick turned her around, pulling her against him and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Are you wet?”

“What? No.” She struggled in his arms, her ass brushing against his erection again.

“Oh fuck. Do that again.” He kissed her neck, open mouthed and hot.

She stopped trying to get away. She wanted this…this moment. She shouldn’t but she did, so she wiggled her butt against him again. He was hard and long and her body ached for him. It’d been too long since she’d had sex. She needed this.

“Would you like me to touch you?” His hands drifted over her hips and down her thighs.

She’d like him to do all sorts of things to her. She nodded.

“Say it.” His words were a command she couldn’t disobey.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He untucked her shirt from her pants.

“Touch me. Please.” She was already pushing her hips toward him. She wanted his hand on her, his fingers inside of her.

“Are you wet?” he asked again.

She inhaled sharply as he unzipped her pants.

“Don’t lie to me. I’ll find out in a minute.”

She’d never talked dirty during sex and she wasn’t sure she was ready to do that with a stranger. Her heart skipped a beat. Maybe, she shouldn’t be doing any of this with a stranger. She grabbed his hand. “Maybe, we shouldn’t.”

The woman below cried out and the man straightened, wiping his face and unbuttoning his pants.

“Watch. The main event is about to happen.” Patrick’s hot breath tickled her neck.

Her gaze locked on the man’s penis. It was large and demanding. He straddled the woman, grabbing his cock.

“Don’t you want to feel some of what they feel?” He nibbled on her ear and then neck. “I can help you.”

She may not know him, but she trusted him. He was a former marine. He’d been a good friend of Vic’s. He wouldn’t hurt her and she needed to come. She let go of his hand and he slipped inside her pants, caressing her pussy through her underwear. His fingers were long and strong. She closed her eyes, leaning against him as he stroked her.

“You’re already so wet and hot.” His breath was a warm caress on her ear. “But, I’m going to make you wetter and then, I’m going to make you come.” His other hand shoved her pants down, giving him more room to work. “Open your eyes and watch the show.”

She did as he said. The man was inside the woman, thrusting hard and fast. The woman was moaning and trying to move but the restraints kept her mostly helpless.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” Patrick’s hand cupped her and she arched into his touch, rubbing her ass against his erection. He shoved his hand inside her underwear, his finger running along her folds until he slipped one inside.

“Oh.” She grabbed his hand—not to push him away, but to make sure he didn’t leave.

He smiled against her hair. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t stop.”

As he stroked his finger inside of her, his hand brushed against her clit, but she wanted more. She needed to touch him, feel him. She turned her head, wrapping her arms up and around his neck. He kissed her. It was desperate and wild, but he stopped too soon.

“They’re almost done. You don’t want to miss it.”

She turned back to the mirror. The man below continued to fuck the woman as Patrick finger-fucked her. His other hand slipped under her shirt to her breast. His lips sucked her neck as he rocked his erection against her ass. He was everywhere, and she was so close. The muscles in her legs constricted. Her hips tipped upward.

“Wait, baby,” he groaned in her ear, as he pushed a second finger inside of her. “Just a few more minutes.”

His fingers were stretching her and it felt wonderful. She moaned, long and low as he thrust harder and faster, almost matching the pace of the man in the other room. She could almost imagine it was Patrick’s cock and not his fingers inside of her.

“Oh…oh,” she cried out. He was pushing her toward the edge. Her body was spiraling with each pump of his fingers. She was going to come—right here while watching that couple. It was so dirty and so wrong and it only made her hotter.

The woman below screamed and her body stiffened. The man thrust again and again and then grunted his release.

“Show’s over.” Patrick nipped her neck at the same time he pressed down on her clit with his thumb, sending her shooting into her orgasm.

She trembled and he pulled her close, his hand still cupping her pussy and his fingers still inside of her. When her heartbeat had settled, he removed his hand and bent, pulling off her shoes and removing her pants before lifting her and carrying her to the wall.

“My turn.” He wrapped her legs around his waist.

Her phone rang. “My work phone. I…I have to answer it.”

“When we’re done.” He unzipped his pants.

“Annie, answer the phone. I know you’re around here. I can hear it ringing you stupid bitch,” yelled Julie.

“Oh, shit.” She shoved Patrick away, and ran across the room, grabbing her clothes off the floor. “It’s my boss. She’ll kill me if she finds me like this.”

“I’ll take care of Julie.” He headed for the door, zipping up his fly. “Don’t move.” He grinned over his shoulder at her. “You can take off your pants again, but other than that, don’t move.”

“No. Please.” She raced over to him, grabbing his arm. “I need this job.” And Ethan could not find out about this.

“She won’t fire you. She can’t. Only Ethan can fire you.” He bent and kissed her.

His lips were gentle and coaxing this time and her body swayed into him. He pulled her even closer and she could feel his cock, thick and heavy, pushing against her. Her pussy tightened again in anticipation.

“Damnit, Annie. This is going to be so much worse if I have to call your stupid phone again. Get out here!” Julie was only a few doors down.

She tugged on Patrick’s hand. “Please, hide.” She glanced around, looking for somewhere that would conceal a six-foot muscular man.

“I’m not going to hide from Julie.”

“Shhh, lower your voice.” She pulled him toward the wall by the mirror where the curtain hung.

He stopped moving, refusing to let her lead him, but he did lower his voice. “I told you, I’ll take care of Julie.” He caressed her cheek. “You don’t have to be afraid. You won’t lose your job.”

“Damnit.” She shoved him. “You don’t understand.” He didn’t know who she was. He didn’t know about her and Ethan’s history. “I’m going to lose this job, my chance for a career and my home.” Her voice cracked and tears welled in her eyes. Ethan would try and force her to take his money but she wouldn’t. She wasn’t her father. She would not accept his charity. “All because…because…” It was too humiliating to say out loud. She was horny and had wanted to watch two people get it on. She was such a freak.

“Hey, don’t cry.” He wiped a tear from her cheek. “I won’t let any of that happen. I promise.”

The doorknob turned. “Annie, I know you’re in there. Open this door.”

“Please, hide.” She was begging and by the disgusted look he sent her it wasn’t doing any good and then he sighed and moved past her.

“You owe me big time for this.” He slipped into the bunched up curtains, that would cover the mirror when they were closed.

“Thank you, and be quiet.” She pulled on her shoes, hurried to the door and opened it. “Julie, were you looking for me?” She tried to look innocent or perhaps stupid, but Julie’s hard, blue eyes skimmed over her.

“Who’s in here with you? If you’re fucking one of the kitchen or maintenance staff you’re both fired.” Julie pushed past her and strode into the room.

The woman was as wide as she was tall and Annie hated her—not because of her looks but because she was a tyrant.

“There’s no one here but me.” She glanced at where Patrick hid, praying he’d stay put and that Julie wouldn’t somehow sniff him out. She swore Julie could scent out men a mile away.

Julie stopped near the mirror. She was only a few feet away from Patrick. Annie’s heart tried to escape from her throat.

“So, you’re a voyeur.” Julie spun around. “I should’ve guessed. Curious but afraid, just like a little mouse.” She walked toward Annie, her ample hips swaying as her eyes roamed over Annie’s form. “You’re a bit rumpled. Rubbed one out, did you?”

Annie’s face heated. Not exactly.

“Come with me. We’re going to tell Ethan all about this.”

“No. Please don’t. I’ll clean the orgy room for a month, two months.” She followed Julie out of the room and down the hallway. Ethan couldn’t find out about this. It’d be too embarrassing. He was like a brother to her.

CHAPTER 2: PATRICK

Patrick waited until Julie’s voice faded down the hallway before stepping out from behind the curtain. If Ethan or Nick, or God forbid Terry, found out about this, he’d never live it down. He was a former marine for fuck’s sake and he was hiding from Julie. What had he been thinking? Oh, that’s right, he hadn’t been. All he’d been able to do was stare at those big, brown eyes, begging him for help and he’d melted like ice cream in an oven. He tugged at the front of his pants. Well, not all of him had melted.

He glanced at the open door. He could close it and jerk off, but he wasn’t in the mood. He wanted her—Annie. The name fit. She was warm and friendly. He grinned. She’d certainly been friendly with him. He’d have to talk to Ethan and make sure she didn’t lose her job. She hadn’t wanted him to say anything but she didn’t understand that Ethan wouldn’t have any problem with a sexy, little maid becoming one of the Club’s pleasure associates. It happened all the time.

He strolled to the door, frowning a bit. Usually, Ethan broke the girls into club life. That wouldn’t work this time. He wanted Annie and he wanted her before Ethan taught her about all the pleasures the Club had to offer. He’d pay Ethan whatever his friend wanted, but he’d found her. She was his little voyeur.

His dick hardened even more at the memory. She’d been so engrossed with watching the other couple she hadn’t even heard him. He’d show her things she’d never even dreamed and then when she was panting for release, he’d tease her and finally fuck her. She’d been so tight and so receptive earlier. He’d barely touched her and she’d come all over his hand. He ran his fingers under his nose, inhaling her scent. She’d pay for making him hide behind the curtains but right now, he was late for his meeting with Ethan.

He headed down the hallway and stopped outside of Ethan’s private office. He grinned. There she was—his little voyeur. Annie was sitting on the couch in the waiting room looking miserable. She was too cute to be that unhappy. With her long, black hair pulled up in a ponytail, her large brown eyes and hot, little body, his dick, which had been starting to relax, perked right back to attention. Soon, the two of them were going to finish what they’d started.

He plopped down next to her, making sure his thigh rested against hers. She glanced up at him as she scooted away, recognition flaring in her eyes as a pink blush rose to her cheeks. His gaze dropped to her breasts, hoping to discover if they were the same color as her cheeks when she got embarrassed, but unfortunately, her maid’s uniform covered everything.

“Why are you here?” she asked.

Her tone wasn’t friendly or amorous. She actually sounded like she wanted him to leave. He’d have to remedy that. He shifted closer as he leaned near her ear. “Did you miss me? I missed you.”

“You need to leave.” She looked around him at the door to Ethan’s office.

There were raised voices coming from inside. One was Julie’s—raspy and brusque from years of heavy smoking and drinking.

“She’s actually reporting you?” He shouldn’t be surprised. Julie was a real bitch—unhappy in her own life so she took it out on everyone else.

“Yeah. I told you I’d get in trouble.” She bit her lip.

He stifled a moan. Her mouth was lush, ripe and ready for his cock which stood up another few inches, agreeing with him.

“It’s okay, though. She doesn’t know you were there, so I’ll only get a lecture.” She glanced at the door again. “I think.”

“Don’t worry about Julie. Ethan seldom listens to her.” He’d told Ethan to fire her a long time ago, but his friend refused. Ethan believed he owed Julie and Ethan was loyal to a fault.

“I’m not worried about Julie. She’s a bitch and I don’t care what she thinks about me but…”

Figures. She had a crush on Ethan. He leaned back against the couch. He’d been the one to finger her to orgasm and yet, she was worried about what Ethan thought of her. “Ethan’s not going to care that I felt you up. If you haven’t noticed, Ethan shares.”

Her mouth dropped open.

That was too much. He had no idea how Ethan got all these girls to fall at his feet. It’d always been this way and usually, he was fine with taking seconds, but not today, not with her. “What? Did you think Ethan was going to take one look at you and fall in love, or maybe fuck you and fall in love?” He smiled, shaking his head. “Ethan’s not the falling in love kind of guy.” No, that was him. Every time he met a cute girl who needed him to save her, he was a goner. That was why the Club was perfect for him. He got to have great sex without the complications because he always fell too fast and too hard and that had scared away every woman he’d ever liked.

“I know Ethan’s not going to fall in love with me. I don’t want him to.”

“Right.” Too late for that lie, honey.

“Why are you here again?”

That smart little mouth of hers needed something to do. He grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap. She squeaked but then he was kissing her and she tasted just like he remembered, peppermint and something else, something sweet. At first, she froze in his arms but it only took a moment for her to fall into the kiss. Boy, could she kiss. She held his face as their tongues tangled. His hands ran down her back to her ass, pulling her against his dick.

“Let’s go somewhere,” he whispered as he kissed his way down her neck.

She moaned. “I can’t. I want to, but I can’t.”

“Why?” He stood, lifting her and wrapping her legs around his waist. “We can make it fast this time.”

“This time?” she whispered in his ear.

A hot shiver ran through him. He needed to be inside of her now. “Yeah.” He walked toward the door. There was a room down the hallway. It was an old office that Ethan used for storage but there was a chair in there and…shit, he didn’t need a chair the wall would do fine.

“So, we’re going to do this more than once?” She tightened her legs around his waist, pressing herself against his cock. Her eyes lowered and she bit her bottom lip from the pleasure.

He almost took her right there in Ethan’s office. Instead, he kissed her. It was hard and wild just like he felt. He pulled back, panting. “Fuck yeah. We’re going to do this a lot.” He wanted this little voyeur more than he understood. She was cute but there was something about her, something familiar and so fucking hot. She was curious, innocent and yet, sexy as hell. She’d keep him busy for quite a few weeks.

“I’d like that.” She smiled at him and he felt his heart shift.

That wasn’t good. He refused to, once again, fall for a girl he barely knew. It never led anywhere good.

She dropped her legs. “But it’ll have to wait until after I meet with Ethan. I can’t afford to lose my job.”

“Ethan can wait.” He grabbed her hand, dragging her out of the door and down the hallway. When she struggled, he turned and kissed her. This time, he made it slow and coaxing, letting his tongue delve into her mouth and play until she was clinging to him. “I’ll talk to Ethan,” he said against her lips.

“No.” She pulled away from him, glancing over her shoulder as if Ethan were watching. “You can’t. I’ll get in trouble.”

“No, you won’t.” He grabbed her hand again, pulling her closer. “Ethan won’t care that you want to change positions.” And man-oh-man, he had some positions in mind.

“I don’t want to be a pleasure associate. I told you that.”

“You meant it?” He ran his fingers down her cheek. Her skin was so soft and smooth. “You really don’t want to be a courtesan?” Maybe, he should get to know her a little better.

“No. I really don’t.” She gave him a disgusted look.

“You just like to watch?” He kissed her check and then her neck, working his way up to her ear. “That’s okay. I can show you a lot. Anything you want.”

“You’d be okay with that?” She tipped her head, letting his lips explore.

“Absolutely.” His hands trailed up her ribs. “I’ll touch you. Fuck you. Eat you out. All while you watch other people fucking.” He cupped her breasts as he kept kissing her neck and ear. Her tits were firm and large. Her nipples would probably be dark. “I’ll take you to whatever show you want. They have all sorts here.” He needed to feel her skin against his. He needed to taste her breasts. His one hand slipped to the buttons on her uniform.

“I can’t visit the shows. I work here.” Her hands were roaming his back and shoulders.

“It’ll be okay. You can be my guest.”

“I’m not allowed to be here unless I’m working.” She grabbed his hands, stopping him from unbuttoning her shirt.

“I’ll talk to Ethan.” He hadn’t realized Ethan had made that rule. It was a stupid one and it needed to be changed.

“No.” Panic filled her voice. “You can’t tell him anything about us. You can’t.” She pressed his hand more firmly on her breast. “Please.”

He sighed. Her crush on Ethan was irritating but it was kind of perfect. It’d keep him from falling for her. He wasn’t too savvy when it came to love, but even he knew not to fall for a woman who was hung up on Ethan. “Okay.” He kissed her. “I promise. I won’t say anything about you to Ethan, but you have to help me out with this.” He pulled her flush against him, so she could feel exactly how much he wanted her.

She smiled. “Okay, but later. I have to get back. If Ethan comes out and can’t find me….”

He grabbed her hand, stopping her from leaving. “When?”

“Later tonight?” She blushed.

“Perfect.” He kissed her hand. “Ethan is leaving tonight.” He kissed her neck. “I’m going to be watching the place in the evenings for him.”

“You’ll be managing the Club?” She was surprised. “Ethan’s going away?”

“Yeah.” She didn’t seem disappointed and that was great. “I can show you around.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “What would you like to see first? Bondage, spankings, whippings, ménage? Name it and I’ll show you.”

“Anything. You pick, but how are we going to do this. I have to leave when my shift is over and there are cameras at the front door.” Her face was turning red.

He trailed his finger down the side of her neck toward her breast. He really wanted to see them, touch them. “There’s a back door. I can meet you there.”

“No cameras?”

“I’ll make sure they’re off. No one will ever know.” He kissed her again. God, she was sweet. “It’ll be our secret.”

“Anabelle!” bellowed Ethan.

CHAPTER 3: PATRICK

Patrick stared at Annie’s ass as she hurried down the hallway toward Ethan’s office. It was firm but with a little jiggle. Oh yeah, he was going to tap that. Even though he’d caught her watching, she seemed somewhat innocent. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’d never done anal. The thought of being her first made his dick press more firmly against his jeans, begging for release. He sighed as she stepped through the doorway and out of his sight.

“What were you doing out there?” asked Ethan. “I told you to wait here.”

Patrick slipped into the storage room in case Ethan looked in the hallway. Once again, she had him hiding like a scared little boy. She was going to pay for this too. Maybe, he’d spank her ass before he fucked her, or while he fucked her. If he didn’t stop thinking about this stuff he’d come in his pants, and he’d never live that down.

“I went to the bathroom,” snapped Annie. “Is that okay?”

Damn, she was a spitfire. His little voyeur might lose her job after all, but he’d help her. He had money. He could pay her for their time together.

“There’s a bathroom in my office.” Ethan’s voice moved farther away.

“I didn’t want to use it. It might upset you.”

“Why would that upset me?” Ethan sounded weary.

“Everything I do upsets you. Why would that be any different?”

Patrick stayed there a few moments longer. Ethan should be furious with her for speaking to him like that, but he wasn’t. Instead, his friend seemed resigned. Something was going on and he didn’t like it. He wanted Annie. He didn’t want to share her with Ethan.

“If you’d behave,” said Ethan.

“Behave! By whose standards?”

“Enough, Annie.” Ethan almost groaned. “Nick, go find Patrick. He should be here by now.”

Patrick slipped out of the supply room and jogged toward the elevator. Then, he turned and headed back toward the office.

Nick came into the hallway. “Ethan’s looking for you and he’s not in a good mood.”

“I thought you were avoiding this place,” he said.

Nick was one of his closest friends. He’d met him at La Petite Mort Club, and they’d had some great times, but now his friend was staying away from the Club because he was abstaining from sex.

“I’m not going into the actual Club,” said Nick. “I thought I might be able to point out a few things to you. Ethan’s been doing this so long he’s forgotten what it’s like for us when we step in.”

“Thanks, but I’m pretty sure I can handle it.”

“Earlier today, you were begging me to watch the Club.” Nick sent him an odd look.

That was true. “You do usually manage the place for Ethan and—”

“You know, I can’t. Not now. I’m six weeks in and ten to go. I can’t chance being around here.”

“Is Sarah worth it? Four months of celibacy.” He’d fallen in love plenty of times, but he didn’t think he could’ve stopped having sex for one hundred and twenty days.

“Fuck yeah, she’s worth it. I mean, I wish Ethan would give me her phone number but you know him and his stupid, fucking rules.” Nick ran his hand over his face. “It’s not easy.”

“But rules are rules.”

La Petite Mort Club had a lot of rules. They were in place to ensure everyone’s pleasure and safety. This rule wasn’t any different. Nick and Sarah had been in a timed-contract. When it was over, they could’ve signed another contract but instead they opted to wait. According to the rules, they had to wait four months and then if they still wanted to see each other, Ethan would give their contact information to the other party. They didn’t have to stay celibate for the four months and everyone had tried to explain that to Nick, but he’d insisted that he was going to return to Sarah with a clean conscience. Nick was head over heels for this girl and Patrick knew from experience that feeling like that always ended in heartbreak.

Nick smiled, his eyes gleaming. “And day one hundred and twenty one is going to be fucking fabulous. We won’t come up for air for months.” He slapped Patrick on the shoulder. “Come on before Ethan gets more pissed. He should be done with his little maid problem by now.”

“What happened?” It was time to play dumb.

“Julie caught Annie getting off while watching a couple have sex.”

“Who’s Annie?” It wasn’t good that Nick sounded like he knew her. “And this is a sex club with shows.”

“The problem is with who’s Annie.” Nick walked into the outer office and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” bellowed Ethan.

Annie stood in the center of the room, her dark eyes spitting fire at Ethan.

“That is Annie,” said Nick. “Annie Argotos.”

“No.” It was like a punch in the gut.

“Yep,” Nick grinned. “The little voyeur is Victor Argotos’ baby sister.”

“I’m not a child any more but no one seems to see that,” she said.

“I’m not allowed to see that.” Nick sat on the couch. “It’s forbidden.”

Patrick stood in the doorway, unable to move. Vic had been in the marines with him and Ethan. They’d gone on many missions together. Too many. They were like brothers. The three of them had watched out for each other until Vic and Ethan had gone on a mission that’d ended badly. Vic hadn’t come back the same and a few years later, he’d disappeared. Vic may be gone but Patrick was honor bound to protect his friend’s family, not fuck his baby sister.

CHAPTER 4: PATRICK

Annie’s beautiful, brown eyes widened when she looked at him and a slight blush covered her cheeks. Patrick couldn’t look away. This was little Annie, Vic’s baby sister. It couldn’t be. She’d been around thirteen or fourteen in the picture he’d seen and in his mind she’d stayed that age, but this woman before him was not thirteen. She had great tits - large and firm -, a tiny waist and an ass and hips that he wanted to explore in every way possible.

“You’re late.” Ethan snapped at him. “Get in here and close the door. I’ll be done in a minute.”

“We’re done now.” Annie turned to leave, but Ethan grabbed her arm.

“We are not done.”

“Yes, we are.” She jerked free. “You’ve lectured me. Now, I have to go back to work.”

“Oh, no.” Ethan grinned, but it wasn’t friendly. “You aren’t going back to work.”

“Are you firing me?” Her eyes narrowed. “You said you weren’t going to fire me.”

Patrick held his breath. Ethan needed to fire her. Vic’s baby sister shouldn’t be working here.

“No, but I am suspending you.”

“What?” Her voice was shrill.

“You are not”—Ethan walked up to her until he was so close that she had to tip back her head to look at him—“going to run around here watching people have sex and pretend you’re working.”

Her face heated and she glanced at Patrick. He looked away, his eyes landing on Nick who raised a brow at him and then nodded at Annie.

“I’m getting a drink. Does anyone else want one?” He moved to the bar. He had to do something to keep his eyes off of Annie. Nick being suspicious he could handle but if Ethan even suspected he’d touched her, the other man would kill him—literally.

“I didn’t mean to do it, Ethan.” Her voice was soft and repentant. “I told you that. I went in there to clean and…and saw them. I only watched for a minute. I was going to close the curtains when Julie found me.” Her eyes pleaded with Ethan to believe her.

Liar. Patrick poured himself a hefty drink. She was pretty convincing though.

“Julie said she called you and—”

“She did. I was so scared. I thought the couple”—her face heated even more—“might’ve heard the phone but I don’t think they did. I grabbed the curtains—”

Patrick bit back a snort. Yeah, she grabbed the curtains to shove him behind them. She sent him a quick glare.

“To close them but Julie—”

“Julie swears there’d been someone in that room with you?” Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Who was it?”

Patrick’s throat tightened. He was a dead man.

“No one. I was alone. I swear.” She crossed her heart.

Patrick almost choked on his whiskey. Nick’s dark eyes bore into him, so he took another sip and tried to look innocent.

“Julie’s been in this business a long time,” said Ethan. “She knows—”