Page 141 of Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue Duet 6)
After getting fully dressed, I took a deep breath and stepped out into the living room and came to an abrupt stop.
Jamie’s friends had clearly left. Or I hoped they had considering the compromising position I found her and Edge in, right there on Jamie’s sofa. He was sitting up, Jamie straddling his lap, both of them naked.
Jamie’s eyes opened, met mine, and I saw the heat there. She liked that I was watching them.
“Come for me, sweetness,” Edge urged. “Come all over my cock.”
Jamie’s eyes fluttered closed as she moaned.
Yeah. I could definitely get used to this.
I remained silent as I moved toward the refrigerator, my eyes on them the entire time. They were quite the sight, Jamie’s naked breasts cupped in Edge’s big hands as she ground down on him.
“That’s it, baby,” he muttered. “Take what you need.”
Fuck, that was hot.
I broke my attention away long enough to grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. When I turned back, I noticed Edge was watching me, his eyes as hot as Jamie’s. I offered a smirk, drank from the bottle.
“Fuck, Jamie,” Edge growled, his hands sliding to her hips, holding her still as he jerked his hips upward, driving into her. “Come for me.”
Jamie cried out, a sexy sound that made my dick twitch behind my zipper.
“Fuck, yes,” Edge hissed. “That’s it, sweetness.” He held her still, his body jerking as he came deep inside her.
When they both relaxed into a heap, I smiled. “Mornin’.”
“Enjoy the show?” Edge asked.
“More than you will ever know.”
TWENTY-ONE
EDGE
Sunday, November 18, 2018
SINCE FRIDAY NIGHT, THE ONLY THING ANYONE could talk about was the fact that Zeke Lautner had collared two submissives. News had traveled fast and there was no sign it was going to slow anytime soon. Even the training class had chatted about it last night. Admittedly, it had been quite the sight. I was honored to have been there to witness it.
And now, as I sat in my office at the club, the entire place empty, I leaned back in my chair and considered it all. I’d been working here since Trent Ramsey opened the doors, enjoyed damn near every minute of it. It had been a no-brainer when he’d approached me with the opportunity, and I didn’t regret taking the job or spending so much time here.
Or I hadn’t, up until recently.
It wasn’t about the work. That didn’t bother me. Two jobs had kept me busy enough not to notice that my entire life had pretty much passed me by. Which I figured had been my issue all along. I had purposely drowned myself in work in an effort to avoid my own needs.
Then everything had changed.
Four weeks ago, I’d found myself giving a tour of the club to a woman I knew I had to keep at arm’s length, a woman whose brother was a man I highly respected. That very same night, I encountered an inner conflict I’d never expected. It had all spiraled out of control since then.
Three weeks ago, I was taking that off-limits woman on a date and considering adding her to my training roster. To make it more interesting, my life took another change when I kissed a man I considered my best friend, the same man I’d known for half my life.
Two weeks ago, I was introducing Jamie Lautner to submissive training class, venturing down a path I knew there was no coming back from. To top it off, I ended up buried balls deep inside Cav, experiencing things I’d never expected with a man who’d taken me completely by surprise. Consequently, I’d found myself battling the feelings I hadn’t even realized I had for him.
A week ago, fully believing I had things on the right track, I fucked up royally, came damn close to imploding my life because of my stupidity. By some fucking miracle, Jamie and Cav had forgiven me for my idiocy. The next night I had observed Jamie right here in this very club, watching as she got a firsthand account of two very different D/s scenarios. It wasn’t until that night, until that moment that everything seemed to click for me.
This lifestyle, while it intrigued me in many ways, was not my ultimate end goal. I didn’t need it to be content.
I couldn’t say I was disappointed in the direction Jamie’d taken regarding her preferences. Ian and Isaac Stokes were hardcore Doms looking for a rigid structure that fit for them. Timothy Triton and Kason Nash had provided a glimpse of the opposite side of that coin. I wouldn’t say that I was middle-of-the-road compared to those, but I’d always hoped to be when it came to the lifestyle.
Jamie and Cav helped me to see that I’d been wrong.
Perhaps because I spent so much time here, I had lost sight of what I wanted outside these walls. Managing the club came with a lot of responsibility, the majority of it having to do with the members, with the training classes coming in a close second. Until Jamie and Cav came into the picture, I hadn’t even noticed how much I’d neglected myself in the time I’d been here.
