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possessive he couldn’t subdue, no matter how hard he tried. He still wanted Paige, in every way imaginable, and the thought of another man touching her brought out the beast in him, as well as triggered the need to be the one to master her body and mind.
    And that’s when he decided that if any man was going to introduce Paige to any sort of forbidden limits, it was going to be him .
    Jenny nuzzled her lips against his neck, reminding Sawyer that he still had a very willing female sitting on his lap. One he suddenly had no interest in at all.
    He tipped her face up to his and gently said, “I’m really sorry, Jenny, but there’s something personal I have to take care of tonight.”
    Her smile was tinged with disappointment, but he knew she understood. They weren’t exclusive in any way, and there were plenty of other men in the room who’d enjoy what Jenny had to offer.
    She slid off his lap and looked into his eyes. “I hope she’s worth it,” she said softly.
    Paige was. Always had been, and always would be.

Chapter Three

    P aige stood against the decorative wrought iron railing that wrapped around the second-floor balcony of the club and overlooked the public playrooms below. The unobstructed view from above was enlightening, highly arousing, and she was riveted by all the various scenarios and debauchery playing out for anyone to see.
    She’d chosen a private and darkened corner so she could observe the erotic settings and scenes freely and openly and without feeling awkward or uncomfortable around other members. There were women restrained to spanking benches who clearly enjoyed being paddled by their partner. In another section, a woman was harnessed to a sex swing while the man she was with, who was dressed in leather and wore a black hood to disguise his face, used a steel wand that emitted electrical pulses whenever he touched the object to the her bare breasts or the sensitive skin along her inner thigh.
    Paige winced at the thought of being Tasered, even though the woman’s cries of passion begged her partner for more—and he was more than happy to oblige. That kind of elevated torture was so not her thing, and her gaze quickly moved on from that scene to another sectioned-off area that was designed like a jail cell with a small bed.
    Two men dressed in police uniforms had a woman standing with her hands against the wall as they stripped off her clothing and roughly frisked her, their hands searching everywhere. When fingers probed between her legs, she put up a token struggle, which earned her a sharp slap to her ass from one of the cops while the other handcuffed her wrists behind her back for her insubordination.
    Paige couldn’t look away and didn’t want to, judging by the rush of heat flowing through her veins and the tight pucker of her nipples. The trio obviously wanted an audience since they were in the public domain, and from her secluded spot on the upper floor, there was no reason why she couldn’t enjoy the titillating show. Even if this was all she ended up doing this evening, the heady cop fantasy unfolding in front of her was one she could replay in her mind night after night.
    One of the officers stripped off his shirt and sat down on the cot. He unzipped his uniform pants, released his stiff cock, and stroked the length while officer number two pushed their female lawbreaker onto her knees in front of the first dark-haired cop. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her closer, and with her hands still restrained at the base of her spine, she had no choice but to comply. He thrust his dick between her parted lips, and the man behind her secured a strong arm around her waist to lift up her hips, then he lowered his head and put his mouth between her legs.
    Oh God. Paige wrapped her hands around the railing in front of her. Her breathing deepened, her sex pulsed, and she pressed her thighs together to alleviate the growing ache building steadily in between. She was so damn