“I wouldn’t miss this. I’ve been looking forward to it all week, and now that I see you, I’m so glad I’m here.”
My mouth goes dry. Then his hand wraps around my waist, a large palm at the small of my back. And when his fingers skate over my soft rolls, I tense. But instead of pulling away, he squeezes, letting my body press tightly against his.
“Are you nervous?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation.
“Don’t be. I’m yours tonight, remember?”
I’ve forgotten how to breathe.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” I mutter, distantly remembering that I was supposed to turn down sex tonight, but that idea is crumbing like sand through my fingers.
“I’m ready for whatever you are.”
As he pulls back and stares down at me, I try my hardest to breathe normally, but he’s so perfect and beautiful. And even though I can’t see most of his face, it’s just this…aura of him that is intoxicating, and I want so badly to make him mine. Make him do whatever I want. Use him, claim him, show him off, keep him.
Wow, this is going to my head too fast.
But it’s only because he’s literally telling me to, and I feel his sincerity. Like he won’t challenge me or take control from me. And maybe I’m making this assumption too fast, but everything about the way he’s standing here now, staring down at me with a smirk and a willingness in his eyes says…this guy wants to be my fuck boy, and God help me…I want to let him.
“We should get a room.” It’s not until the words are out of my mouth that I realize I was the one who uttered them. His smile intensifies, and I quickly add, “To talk, I mean.”
With a wicked grin half hiding under that mask, he reaches for my hand. “Lead the way, ma’am.”
I pull in a heavy inhale, loving the way that phrase sounds coming from him. And I don’t waste any time. As I drag him away from the crowd and toward the hallway on the opposite side of the voyeur rooms, I see a green light above door number twelve—the dark room. Not exactly what I wanted, but it’s the only one available at the moment, and I can’t take the risk of going to the front desk to be put on the wait list for another.
I pull the master keycard out of my bra and glance back at my man—oh my God, another burst of shock runs through me. He’s really here. But he’s not looking at me, he’s glancing around the hallway, clearly trying to soak up the experience of being at his first sex club. It’s cute to see how curious he is.
When the door clicks open, he turns his attention toward me and smiles.
“You can just walk right into these rooms?”
“Um…yeah, sort of. Come on.” I divert the conversation, so I don’t have to explain why it was so easy for me to get into this room.
As we enter the pitch-black space, the green lines shine brightly, displaying where the furniture is so no one gets hurt. I feel him tense behind me as the door closes.
“Where are the lights?” he whispers, his hands clinging to my waist.
“It’s a dark room.”
“Oh,” he replies. “So I can’t look at you?”
He crowds me from behind, his hard body pressed against my less hard backside. Okay, it’s more than less hard, it’s downright pillowy. But he doesn’t seem to mind.
“Maybe this will be better. We can just talk and…”
His hands dance their way over my ass and then up to circle around to my front, grazing over my breasts. “And what?” he whispers. The music is still loud in here, but not nearly as loud as the main hall filled with people.