right here. His driver knew better by now than to jerk the door open.
“What are we doing here? Hmm. Each other? Maybe?”
The hopeful note in her voice made his lips twitch, while the words stoked his desire. “Tatiana.”
She busied herself tidying her hair, disguising the havoc his fingers had wreaked. “Whatever you want us to do.”
“No. Spell it out for me. I want to be certain.”
The dark excitement in her gaze made his nerve endings sizzle. “Want to invite a couple of other people to play with us?”
He licked his suddenly dry lips. “Akira.”
“And her friend Remy.” She shook her head. “I don’t know him well, but Akira assures me he’s trustworthy. And, well, Akira might act like a loudmouth, but no one would ever hear anything from her. It would be as discreet as we can get.” Her lashes swept down. “We fantasize about an audience and watching other people fuck. I thought maybe we can try it. In a safe space. With safe people.”
His voice was hoarse. “You don’t have to do this for me, you know. I’m content with only you.”
“I know.” Her throat worked. That lovely, graceful throat that had swallowed his cock whole only minutes ago. “I want this. I want to do it for you, but I want to do it for me, too, because it’s hot as hell. But it only works if we’re both on board, so if you’re not interested, you need to be honest.”
Not interested? Was she insane? The thought of making those whispered fantasies a reality made him want to weep with joy.
He could drown himself in her pleasure, surround himself with hedonism and sex. Surround himself with Tatiana and forget the real world and the uncertain future.
How had she known? This was exactly what he needed tonight. “Don’t be absurd. I’m more than interested.” He brought her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over the deceptively delicate palm. “What’s on the table? Watching? Fucking? Touching?” They’d teased each other with that fantasy before—another man or woman touching her, making her come for him.
“Yes.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Yes…”
“Yes. All of it. Watching them and having them watch us. As far as touching…we only fuck each other, but I’d be on board with some fondling or kissing or licking. I’ll stop it if I decide it’s too much or I don’t like it. I don’t know Remy well enough to let him touch me. But…I’m comfortable with Akira.” She cleared her throat. “The house parties. You know.”
His head spun, the blood having rushed to his cock from her matter-of-fact recitation of her boundaries. “Oh, honey. How did I end up with you?”
“Just lucky, I guess.”
A smile crossed his face. “That I am.”
Chapter Seven
Tatiana cast Wyatt a glance as she led him inside the club. “Do you want something to drink?” It was crowded but not packed. There were a few patrons milling around, the DJ playing low-key music that would transition within the next hour or so to something louder and wilder.
“I’m good,” he said, pitching his voice louder to be heard over the music. “Where are we going?”
“To the VIP area.”
“Hmm.”
Her skin was tingling with both excitement and nerves. This was big, bigger than anything they’d done before. She had been fairly certain he’d be on board, but relief had made her lightheaded when he’d immediately agreed.
He wasn’t simply pretending to be into it, either. Tatiana would be able to tell if he was faking. The lines around his eyes had relaxed, the tension that had been strumming through him diminished. A shadow lingered, but she had effectively distracted him from whatever worries he had brought home from work.
A BJ was a pretty good cure for stress, but impending sex games could really blast through it.
Tatiana nodded to a bouncer who stood guard at a hallway. The other man stepped aside, and they went down the short hall until they reached a staircase. The music became more muted as they
“What are we doing here? Hmm. Each other? Maybe?”
The hopeful note in her voice made his lips twitch, while the words stoked his desire. “Tatiana.”
She busied herself tidying her hair, disguising the havoc his fingers had wreaked. “Whatever you want us to do.”
“No. Spell it out for me. I want to be certain.”
The dark excitement in her gaze made his nerve endings sizzle. “Want to invite a couple of other people to play with us?”
He licked his suddenly dry lips. “Akira.”
“And her friend Remy.” She shook her head. “I don’t know him well, but Akira assures me he’s trustworthy. And, well, Akira might act like a loudmouth, but no one would ever hear anything from her. It would be as discreet as we can get.” Her lashes swept down. “We fantasize about an audience and watching other people fuck. I thought maybe we can try it. In a safe space. With safe people.”
His voice was hoarse. “You don’t have to do this for me, you know. I’m content with only you.”
“I know.” Her throat worked. That lovely, graceful throat that had swallowed his cock whole only minutes ago. “I want this. I want to do it for you, but I want to do it for me, too, because it’s hot as hell. But it only works if we’re both on board, so if you’re not interested, you need to be honest.”
Not interested? Was she insane? The thought of making those whispered fantasies a reality made him want to weep with joy.
He could drown himself in her pleasure, surround himself with hedonism and sex. Surround himself with Tatiana and forget the real world and the uncertain future.
How had she known? This was exactly what he needed tonight. “Don’t be absurd. I’m more than interested.” He brought her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over the deceptively delicate palm. “What’s on the table? Watching? Fucking? Touching?” They’d teased each other with that fantasy before—another man or woman touching her, making her come for him.
“Yes.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Yes…”
“Yes. All of it. Watching them and having them watch us. As far as touching…we only fuck each other, but I’d be on board with some fondling or kissing or licking. I’ll stop it if I decide it’s too much or I don’t like it. I don’t know Remy well enough to let him touch me. But…I’m comfortable with Akira.” She cleared her throat. “The house parties. You know.”
His head spun, the blood having rushed to his cock from her matter-of-fact recitation of her boundaries. “Oh, honey. How did I end up with you?”
“Just lucky, I guess.”
A smile crossed his face. “That I am.”
Chapter Seven
Tatiana cast Wyatt a glance as she led him inside the club. “Do you want something to drink?” It was crowded but not packed. There were a few patrons milling around, the DJ playing low-key music that would transition within the next hour or so to something louder and wilder.
“I’m good,” he said, pitching his voice louder to be heard over the music. “Where are we going?”
“To the VIP area.”
“Hmm.”
Her skin was tingling with both excitement and nerves. This was big, bigger than anything they’d done before. She had been fairly certain he’d be on board, but relief had made her lightheaded when he’d immediately agreed.
He wasn’t simply pretending to be into it, either. Tatiana would be able to tell if he was faking. The lines around his eyes had relaxed, the tension that had been strumming through him diminished. A shadow lingered, but she had effectively distracted him from whatever worries he had brought home from work.
A BJ was a pretty good cure for stress, but impending sex games could really blast through it.
Tatiana nodded to a bouncer who stood guard at a hallway. The other man stepped aside, and they went down the short hall until they reached a staircase. The music became more muted as they
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