climbed.
Wyatt gripped her hand tightly as they came to the top of the stairs. An abandoned dance floor stood in the center of the room, surrounded by opulent leather chairs and sofas.
The room appeared empty, at first glance, and Tatiana entertained a brief worry that she and Akira had gotten their wires crossed.
“There,” Wyatt said, his voice so low it was barely a breath. “On the sofa.”
A shadow moved in the recesses of the dimly lit room. Tatiana peered into the darkness. As her eyes adjusted, she made out a couple locked in a passionate kiss. Akira and Remy had not waited for them.
Emotions swept over her, excitement and nervousness creating a giddy mix. She grabbed Wyatt’s arm when he would have taken a step. He turned his head, the blue lighting casting his face into shadow. “I want to make sure, one last time, that you’re cool with this.”
The corner of his lip curled up. “I can sign a consent form, if you like.”
Tatiana glanced at the couch, and arousal slid through her. “You and I, we’ve never done anything like this before.” Whispers and thoughts and the danger of getting caught. Those were their favorite things. “I want to be certain you won’t look at me any differently tomorrow morning.”
He considered her for a brief moment before slipping his hand under her hair. He used the grip on her neck to pull her forward and delivered a quick, hard kiss. “There is nothing you can ever do that would make me look at you any differently. I’ll never shame you for anything you do with your body. I won’t let you shame yourself, either. We like what we like.” He gave her the slow, bad-boy smile that had melted her heart at sixteen. “And right now, what I’d like is for both of us to enjoy ourselves. However that might happen.”
“In that case…” She drew her finger up his chest. “Can you do me one more little favor?”
“What’s that?”
She leaned in closer and licked his firm lower lip. “Pretend this was your idea,” she whispered. “Make me want it. Make me crave it.”
The flare of his nostrils was the only sign she had that he heard. He drew back and laced his hand with hers, and started walking toward Akira and Remy.
Slipping into the role the way some women might slip into a silk robe, she deliberately made her steps hesitant, so he had to tug her forward. She stumbled once or twice, but he never faltered in his long-legged strides.
He came to a stop in front of the couple, who were still engrossed in each other. Supremely confident, he sank into a huge leather armchair. Awkward, she hovered until he urged her to sit on his lap.
A bottle of champagne sat chilling in an ice bucket on the side table. Wyatt poured two glasses and handed her one. She accepted it automatically and sipped from the glass, mindful of Wyatt’s cock pressing against her hip and his finger lazily tracing a pattern on her arm.
A handful of feet separated the sofa and the chair they sat in. There was nowhere for her to look but straight ahead at Akira and the man she had drafted into tonight’s games. When Tatiana had spoken with her on the phone earlier in the day, Akira had assured her Remy was sweet and uninhibited, and best of all, discreet. Tatiana didn’t want their exciting night turning into a PR mess for Wyatt.
Tatiana wasn’t sure how tight-lipped Remy was, but he was hot. His face looked like it belonged on a European model, and he was lean and toned under his expensive navy suit. When he shifted, his bald head shined under the light directly above them. His eyes flashed open, and she caught a hint of ice blue.
He was no Wyatt, she added loyally. But nothing to sneeze at.
Akira was…Akira. Glamorous as usual, she wore a short, silver, sequined dress that showed off her magnificent legs and breasts.
Tatiana took a bracing sip of champagne, the bubbles tickling her throat. Remy’s long fingers stroked up Akira’s leg, until he was flirting with the hem of her
Wyatt gripped her hand tightly as they came to the top of the stairs. An abandoned dance floor stood in the center of the room, surrounded by opulent leather chairs and sofas.
The room appeared empty, at first glance, and Tatiana entertained a brief worry that she and Akira had gotten their wires crossed.
“There,” Wyatt said, his voice so low it was barely a breath. “On the sofa.”
A shadow moved in the recesses of the dimly lit room. Tatiana peered into the darkness. As her eyes adjusted, she made out a couple locked in a passionate kiss. Akira and Remy had not waited for them.
Emotions swept over her, excitement and nervousness creating a giddy mix. She grabbed Wyatt’s arm when he would have taken a step. He turned his head, the blue lighting casting his face into shadow. “I want to make sure, one last time, that you’re cool with this.”
The corner of his lip curled up. “I can sign a consent form, if you like.”
Tatiana glanced at the couch, and arousal slid through her. “You and I, we’ve never done anything like this before.” Whispers and thoughts and the danger of getting caught. Those were their favorite things. “I want to be certain you won’t look at me any differently tomorrow morning.”
He considered her for a brief moment before slipping his hand under her hair. He used the grip on her neck to pull her forward and delivered a quick, hard kiss. “There is nothing you can ever do that would make me look at you any differently. I’ll never shame you for anything you do with your body. I won’t let you shame yourself, either. We like what we like.” He gave her the slow, bad-boy smile that had melted her heart at sixteen. “And right now, what I’d like is for both of us to enjoy ourselves. However that might happen.”
“In that case…” She drew her finger up his chest. “Can you do me one more little favor?”
“What’s that?”
She leaned in closer and licked his firm lower lip. “Pretend this was your idea,” she whispered. “Make me want it. Make me crave it.”
The flare of his nostrils was the only sign she had that he heard. He drew back and laced his hand with hers, and started walking toward Akira and Remy.
Slipping into the role the way some women might slip into a silk robe, she deliberately made her steps hesitant, so he had to tug her forward. She stumbled once or twice, but he never faltered in his long-legged strides.
He came to a stop in front of the couple, who were still engrossed in each other. Supremely confident, he sank into a huge leather armchair. Awkward, she hovered until he urged her to sit on his lap.
A bottle of champagne sat chilling in an ice bucket on the side table. Wyatt poured two glasses and handed her one. She accepted it automatically and sipped from the glass, mindful of Wyatt’s cock pressing against her hip and his finger lazily tracing a pattern on her arm.
A handful of feet separated the sofa and the chair they sat in. There was nowhere for her to look but straight ahead at Akira and the man she had drafted into tonight’s games. When Tatiana had spoken with her on the phone earlier in the day, Akira had assured her Remy was sweet and uninhibited, and best of all, discreet. Tatiana didn’t want their exciting night turning into a PR mess for Wyatt.
Tatiana wasn’t sure how tight-lipped Remy was, but he was hot. His face looked like it belonged on a European model, and he was lean and toned under his expensive navy suit. When he shifted, his bald head shined under the light directly above them. His eyes flashed open, and she caught a hint of ice blue.
He was no Wyatt, she added loyally. But nothing to sneeze at.
Akira was…Akira. Glamorous as usual, she wore a short, silver, sequined dress that showed off her magnificent legs and breasts.
Tatiana took a bracing sip of champagne, the bubbles tickling her throat. Remy’s long fingers stroked up Akira’s leg, until he was flirting with the hem of her
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