It’s a good thing this place deals in discretion, because Ian just rubbed the inside of my thigh and whispered something so dirty in my ear.
“I want you, Kathryn.”
I know that growl in his voice. It’s the one that makes my insides shiver. Makes my heart beat faster. Makes me want to melt in his arms and turn into nothing but a sexual creature – like how these other girls are acting in here.
My hand curls around the lapel of his jacket. “I want you too.”
This time our kiss is so mutually consuming that we get some whistles and a click of the tongue from Lana Andrews.
“That’s not a kiss, dears,” she says, taking Grace by the arm. “This is.”
My brows nearly shoot off my face as Lana plants a big one on the young woman’s lips. It’s apparently not a surprise to her, however, for she’s practically sinking into Lana’s embrace and acting like she’s never been kissed better in her life.
Lana is either that good, or she’s paying this girl enough money to act that way.
“I must concede that it’s quite the kiss,” Ian says, holding up his glass in mock toast. “I could never hope to lesbian kiss like that in my life.”
Everyone’s so tipsy – or acting tipsy to keep the party going – that we all laugh at the stupid joke. Of course, Ian, you silly! Of course you couldn’t lesbian kiss like that! ‘Cause you ain’t a woman!
I’m glad Eva isn’t here. She’d kill the mood really fast. Or upstage Lana Andrews. Probably by kissing her.
And then there would be an orgy!
I know I’m well passed tipsy with a thought like that. Even so, I snuggle against Ian’s chest and throw a leg over his lap, the hem of my skirt riding up until my ass is practically hanging out on the couch. Nobody mentions it.
Have you ever been in a room with a bunch of rich perverts? Who are trying to out-pervert each other? It’s only a matter of time before we’re swapping kink stories with everyone, from that time I kept a guy on edge for a total of two hours to Lana claiming she’d been in a gangbang back in college.
“I can still remember,” she says with a slight slur, blouse unbuttoned and tits nearly falling out of her bra. “Two uncut cocks and three cut!”
“I’m forever sad that I was not there,” Ken says.
“You know…” Judith joins them on their couch, hand lightly touching Lana on the chest. “There are other ways to recreate a night like that.” She looks around the room, grinning. “I see two men in here as it is.”
Ian tenses beneath my touch. I can practically hear his internal screaming.
“Two men and four women.” The woman she’s leaving out must be Monica, who has remained quiet in her chair this whole time. “That’s six instead of five. You know we have ways to make it feel like it’s all men.” Judith looks at the whole group with a wink.
“I have a better idea,” Ian says low enough for only me to hear. “Let’s get some privacy.”
The man is speaking my language. I’ve spent the past fifteen minutes thinking of nothing but putting my hand on his cock and getting him so hard he has no choice but to pin me down on this couch until we’ve both come a hundred times. Except, you know, people.
“What would we do with privacy, Mr. Mathers?” My arms are not leaving this man’s torso. It’s taking everything I know to not kiss him again.
“Why, we would fuck, Ms. Alison.”
It’s at this time I must excuse myself to use the ladies’ room. I ask our dear hostess Monica where the privy can be found, and after she’s done pointing it out, Ian puts his hand on my wrist and brings me back in for more conspiracy.
“Pick one.” He gestures to the two freelancing women trying to get the Andrews to go with a fuckin’ gangbang. “We need to use one of their rooms, which means we need a key, which means I’ve gotta pay one of them for it. So, who do you want to get paid?”
I study Chelsea and Judith, two women with very different games. Judith has a dominant personality. She’s probably a Domme in her natural state. Then there’s Chelsea, who is more submissive but as plotting as she whispers so much shit into people’s ears that I don’t doubt she’s getting a ton of tips tonight.
It’s a hard choice. They’re both attractive. They’re both professionals. There is one glaring difference.
Ian has fucked one of them. Probably Topped her. Fairly recently.
I don’t think so.
“That one.” I nod toward Judith, currently shoving Grace out of the way and taking up room in Lana’s lap. “I like her personality and style. I bet her room is nice for fucking in.”
Ian squeezes my thigh and sucks gently on my throat. God. He better hurry up and get us that room, otherwise I’m dragging him to the bathroom to fuck me on the sink.
I might do that anyway.
“Go to the bathroom, lovely,” he purrs, gently shoving me off the couch. “Everything will be arranged by the time you get back. Shit works fast here.”
The gaze I catch from Monica is telling. She definitely agrees with Ian. Works fast, yup.
At the end of the day this place is a business. We understand businesses.
I go to the damned bathroom and do some different kinds of business. I’ve drank a bit tonight. I’m not drunk. Far from it. Yet my inhibitions are definitely on a different planet, and I stumble in my heels as I go from the sink to the bathroom door.
The lounge is empty by the time I get back. How the hell? I was gone for ten minutes, max, but the Andrews and their mistress – and Chelsea – are absent, leaving only Monica, Judith, and Ian sitting on a couch together. Something passes between Ian and Monica’s hands. Once I realize it’s a wad of cash, Monica pockets it in a slit in her dress. Judith does not look perturbed.
“Ms. Alison,” Monica says, passing me in the doorway. She’s so petite that I practically dwarf her in my heels. “Everything has been arranged. Have a good night.”
Well, that’s not ideal, her being open with her knowledge like that, but I’m not going to let it bother me. I join Ian and Judith, both of whom are silent until my arrival.
“Ian tells me you’re quite the woman, Ms. Alison.” Judith’s voice is a magical combination of smooth and feisty. Like a fluffy cat about to scratch or bite.
“Please, call me Kathryn.”
“Of course.” I’m flashed a sweet smile.
“Well?” I turn to Ian. “I was told everything has been arranged.”
His smile is not as sweet.
Ian’s hand clutches my waist as we leave the lounge, heading toward the grand staircase. A key dangles in his hand. All I can think about is claiming this bastard the moment we’re alone. I hope this Judith has a big bed for us to completely decimate.
“You’re very beautiful tonight.” I can smell more than whisky on Ian’s breath. Wine. A bit of vodka. Lust. “I haven’t had the chance to tell you yet.”
I may or may not squeeze his ass through his pants. “You don’t have to tell me. I see it in the way you look at me.”
“Oh? How do I look at you?”
He directs us down a hallway. “Like you want to put your mouth on every part of me.”
The key fits nicely into a nondescript door. Ian opens it, revealing a large chamber bedecked in amber-colored walls, a large canopy bed made of mahogany, and enough furniture to tie a person up on to satisfy anyone. Ian turns on the chandelier before lighting a few electric candles and then turning off the chandelier again .We’re left in the softest glow. A glow that incites him to draw me into his embrace and kiss me.