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Authors: Emma Shortt
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only way I can stop myself going crazy with frustration? Because it’s meaningless, simple, easy? How he wanted to say those things, but it wasn’t time yet, wasn’t the right moment at all. “My reasons are none of your concern,” he said instead.
“Really? You’ve told me pretty much everything else, and didn’t you say open and honest?”
“I think this is more honesty than you could handle right now, Frey. But believe me when I say you would be surprised.”
“I’m not sure you’d be able to surprise me with anything right now, Zak.”
He clenched his fists to the point where the muscles ached. “I’m fairly fucking sure I could.”
“What? More kinky stuff?”
He sighed. “It’s not all about the kink. Not really. You’d know that if you ever actually went to the club.” And suddenly, as he said those words, Zak realized exactly how he was going to get Freya to see the truth. The idea hit him out of nowhere, but made perfect sense the moment it did.
He needed to take Freya out of her comfort zone, and he needed to seduce her once he had her there. Because trying to confess his feelings to her in her apartment—or even his, for that matter—would not work. Too many memories surrounded them. It was all too familiar. He would have to take her somewhere completely different. A place she could let her guard down and take the final step she would need in order to see past their friendship.
She was already halfway there, the blushes and babbling suggested as much. Then there was her insistence that the club was skeezy. Zak knew his best friend well enough to tell that in reality she was a little bit intrigued.
Okay, so perhaps she didn’t want him yet, but she wasn’t seeing him as just Zak anymore. She was seeing something else entirely, and that thought excited him almost past the point of endurance.
He just needed to push her a little but more.
To put her somewhere that was designed for one thing and one thing only.
Sex.
Then, once he pleasured her to the point that she could never imagine anyone else ever doing so again, he would tell her the truth. Put all his cards on the table and let the chips fall. It was the only way now. His very last chance. And there was only one place he could think of that was designed for that very purpose. The one place he knew that spoke of nothing but pleasure and lust.
Club Smex.
Chapter Eight
Go to a pleasure club? Freya shivered at the thought and frantically shook her head. Not even because the idea freaked her out, but because—and when this had happened, she did not know—the idea intrigued her beyond belief.
Fuck.
It was completely unacceptable. Their whole conversation was! She’d never spoken about sex with Zak. It had never felt so uncomfortable around him.
You’ve never looked at him like this before either.
She shivered again and mentally begged her brain to shut the hell up. She was so confused. Nothing was making any kind of sense, and Zak…she shot him a quick look. He didn’t seem bothered at all. He seemed the same as ever, smirking and speaking as though he didn’t have a care in the whole world. Like it was normal to be discussing this stuff with her.
“You might actually be intrigued by it all,” he said softly.
And because his suggestion was so close to what she was actually thinking Freya reacted in a super-defensive way. “I never would! It’s weird,” she snapped. “Pervy.”
“Pervy? Christ, Sparks, don’t be so uptight! It’s fun.”
Her nipples hardened all over again.
Fun. Fun. Fun.
Could it be? Would she find it so? She crossed her arms quickly, mortified at the thought of Zak noticing.
“Uptight!” she hissed. “I might not have been to one, but I did my research, even spoke to some girl who’d auditioned—auditioned!—to go to your club! You’re all rich guys, right? All millionaires?” She rolled her eyes. “Too busy to bother with regular women, so you just go and pick
“Really? You’ve told me pretty much everything else, and didn’t you say open and honest?”
“I think this is more honesty than you could handle right now, Frey. But believe me when I say you would be surprised.”
“I’m not sure you’d be able to surprise me with anything right now, Zak.”
He clenched his fists to the point where the muscles ached. “I’m fairly fucking sure I could.”
“What? More kinky stuff?”
He sighed. “It’s not all about the kink. Not really. You’d know that if you ever actually went to the club.” And suddenly, as he said those words, Zak realized exactly how he was going to get Freya to see the truth. The idea hit him out of nowhere, but made perfect sense the moment it did.
He needed to take Freya out of her comfort zone, and he needed to seduce her once he had her there. Because trying to confess his feelings to her in her apartment—or even his, for that matter—would not work. Too many memories surrounded them. It was all too familiar. He would have to take her somewhere completely different. A place she could let her guard down and take the final step she would need in order to see past their friendship.
She was already halfway there, the blushes and babbling suggested as much. Then there was her insistence that the club was skeezy. Zak knew his best friend well enough to tell that in reality she was a little bit intrigued.
Okay, so perhaps she didn’t want him yet, but she wasn’t seeing him as just Zak anymore. She was seeing something else entirely, and that thought excited him almost past the point of endurance.
He just needed to push her a little but more.
To put her somewhere that was designed for one thing and one thing only.
Sex.
Then, once he pleasured her to the point that she could never imagine anyone else ever doing so again, he would tell her the truth. Put all his cards on the table and let the chips fall. It was the only way now. His very last chance. And there was only one place he could think of that was designed for that very purpose. The one place he knew that spoke of nothing but pleasure and lust.
Club Smex.
Chapter Eight
Go to a pleasure club? Freya shivered at the thought and frantically shook her head. Not even because the idea freaked her out, but because—and when this had happened, she did not know—the idea intrigued her beyond belief.
Fuck.
It was completely unacceptable. Their whole conversation was! She’d never spoken about sex with Zak. It had never felt so uncomfortable around him.
You’ve never looked at him like this before either.
She shivered again and mentally begged her brain to shut the hell up. She was so confused. Nothing was making any kind of sense, and Zak…she shot him a quick look. He didn’t seem bothered at all. He seemed the same as ever, smirking and speaking as though he didn’t have a care in the whole world. Like it was normal to be discussing this stuff with her.
“You might actually be intrigued by it all,” he said softly.
And because his suggestion was so close to what she was actually thinking Freya reacted in a super-defensive way. “I never would! It’s weird,” she snapped. “Pervy.”
“Pervy? Christ, Sparks, don’t be so uptight! It’s fun.”
Her nipples hardened all over again.
Fun. Fun. Fun.
Could it be? Would she find it so? She crossed her arms quickly, mortified at the thought of Zak noticing.
“Uptight!” she hissed. “I might not have been to one, but I did my research, even spoke to some girl who’d auditioned—auditioned!—to go to your club! You’re all rich guys, right? All millionaires?” She rolled her eyes. “Too busy to bother with regular women, so you just go and pick
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