Madame (Salacious Players' Club, #6)

by Sara Cate

With her pupils dilated and her lips parted to accommodate her heavy breathing, it’s clear Jade is actually enjoying this. She is turned on by watching another woman go down on me, but not just any woman.

Does this mean she’s truly taking Eden’s role? Am I no longer Eden’s pet? Am I no longer hers at all?

I just know I’m staring at two women I love, knowing full well that even if we can have our fun, there’s no way I’ll be able to keep them both.

I text Ronan. Should I take him to the doctor? What’s his temperature?

Do you have some in the house? I can have it delivered.

“Don’t bother, Eden. It’s clear nothing has changed. I’m a client. Last night was just a job. I get it. I’m sorry I called.”

“I’m sorry, Clay. I didn’t mean to sound so cold. It’s just…been a stressful morning already. Jack is sick, and I haven’t even had my coffee⁠—”

“You need Popsicles? For a fever?” he asks, sounding confused. It’s laughable how little Clay knows about kids.

“Do you want him to take his medicine or not?”

The old me didn’t give a shit about kids. And to be honest, this is the only one I do give a shit about. Maybe it’s because he’s her kid or because he seems to really like me for some reason.

So if you do cheat on me, at least record it and let me watch.”

“What is wrong with you?” “Honestly…I don’t know.”

Eden’s house is so suburban. Not that I thought she lived in some kinky lair in the city’s underbelly, but I did not expect this. She has a perfectly manicured front lawn, a deep-red front door, and flowers growing in the flower bed in front of the porch.

Eden doesn’t let anyone into her life. And she never accepts help.

But she said it as an order. Because she knows there’s not an order from her I won’t obey.

I don’t get attention. No one cares about me. I’m not worth any of it.

Her expression falls, and she steps backward. “Don’t do that,” she mutters. “Do what?”

“Don’t blame me for your fucking issues when I asked you to open up and tell me what’s wrong. If you want to be like that, then you can leave.”

“Four days, Eden. For four days, she wouldn’t even look at me. My father barely spoke to me. I’m their son. And they spent the entire weekend keeping me around their rich friends without treating me like a real person.”

“I see you, Clay. I see how perfect and kind and wonderful you are, even if they can’t.”

“You are mine, and from now on, I don’t want you seeing them alone. Do you understand me?”

“No one has ever given Jack medicine but me and his babysitter. It’s hard to get used to.”

“You’re a really good mom, Eden.” His voice is soft and warm,

“Seriously? Out of all the times you scolded me for talking bad about myself, listen to you.”

“Maybe. But I wish things had happened differently. I wish I knew you then the way I know you now.”

“When were you going to tell me about all of this?” he asks.

“I couldn’t…I couldn’t risk ending up like I did before.”

“Eden, please. Talk to me,” he begs, sounding defeated.

“Did he hurt you?” He takes another step closer. “Did he hurt Jack?” His voice takes on a dark and menacing inflection when he asks that.

“If it wasn’t for Jack, I might have never left.”

“But I don’t really share personal details about my life with people.”

“Don’t tell me that now,” he replies, looking pained. “Now that I can’t have you.”

“You have me, Clay. You’ll always have me.”

“She wants to have you too, you know. I saw it in her eyes last night. She wants you the same way I do.”

“You felt it too, didn’t you?” he mutters against my cheek. “How good we could be together.”

“Did you tell her you were coming over? Or are you keeping me a secret?”

“Fuck it,” he mutters. Then his mouth crashes against mine as he devours my lips in a blazing kiss.

I never forgot how good his kisses were. I’ve relived them every single day since our relationship ended.

The way his mouth makes me forget everything in the outside world.

We are lost in an inferno of passion, grabbing, biting, and touching one another.

With a tight grip around my thighs, he hoists me onto my dresser and grinds himself between my legs, humming into my mouth like he’s possessed.

“God, I missed you,” he murmurs, and part of me starts to panic because it feels like I’m losing control. We are not getting bac...

Because the truth is, I missed him too. I missed the comfort of his touch and how, without reason, the intimacy between us reached further than s...

“I missed you, too,” ...

her about that?” I ask in a panting whisper.

“Yes,” he answers without hesitation. “I have to.”

“I don’t want to do it at the club again. I want you to come to my place.”

“Don’t start panicking. It’ll be fine. It’ll just be…us.”

“Tell Jack I said goodbye. And let me know if you need anything else.”

“Even when you’re old and married, I’m still going to call you Cupcake.”