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nipple clamps—Harley’s pulse was racing and sweat had broken out on her upper lip.
What the hell had they gotten themselves into? And how were they supposed to blend in to a scene like this?
“See anything that interests you?” Clay asked, sliding his sunglasses on top of his head as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck.
“Are you kidding?” she whispered back, careful to keep a sultry expression on her face. “What is all this shit?”
Clay fondled her bottom through her skirt. “Well, Elsa, sometimes when a power tool and a dildo love each other very much…”
She bit her lip and pressed closer to his chest, smothering the unexpected laughter that rose inside of her.
Damn him for making her laugh.
But then he had always made her laugh. It was one of the many reasons it had been so easy to fall in love with him.
“But we should choose something,” he said, his tone sobering. “We’re going to attract more attention as voyeurs than if we join in.”
Join in . Shit.
But he was right. They were going to have to become part of the scene, at least for a little while. People would notice if they made their way straight to the stairs on the other side of the room and the stairs were guarded by a man in black leather pants leaning against the wall, looking unhappy to be the only one in the room wearing clothes.
They were going to have to find a way past the guard, and the best way to do that was to make sure they didn’t attract attention in the first place.
After a quick assessment of the available options, Harley took a deep breath and pointed toward a shadowy corner of the room. “There.”
Clay’s gaze shifted, his eyes darkening as they settled on her choice. “Perfect.”
Without another word, he took her hand and led the way, making it clear who would be playing the Dominant lover in their little charade. Harley had always hated these kinds of games before—power exchange wasn’t her thing—but as Clay stopped in front of the leather swing she’d chosen and ordered her to—
“Strip. Everything off but your sandals.”
—her blood rushed faster. By the time her dress and panties fell to the floor, she’d nearly forgotten that there were a few dozen strangers in the room. She couldn’t focus on anything but how damned sexy Clay looked as he peeled off his tee shirt and stepped out of his skin tight jeans, confirming her suspicion that he wasn’t wearing a thing underneath.
“Going commando?” she murmured, nipples drawing into tight points.
“No room for anything but me in those jeans.” Clay stepped closer until she could feel the heat of his erection warming her belly. He was already hard, leaving no doubt that he would have no trouble performing in this kind of setting. “Now sit down and spread your legs. I want to see how wet you are.”
He bent his head closer to hers, cupping her breasts in his hands and teasing her nipples as he whispered, “Because I know you’re wet. I saw the way you looked at that bed in our tent.”
Harley’s lids slid closed, hating that he was right and that a part of her was grateful for an excuse to fuck him one last time.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, pinching her nipples tighter, making her knees go weak. “Don’t feel guilty. Stress clearly has this effect on you.”
He was reading her mind again, but he was also slipping a hand between her legs, teasing his fingers over her clit, making it hard to form a coherent thought let alone a response.
“Sit down and spread your legs,” he said, in a tone that made it clear he expected to be obeyed. “This is the last time I ask nicely, Elsa.”
The use of the fake name cut through the last of Harley’s reservations, freeing her to play her part. For the next half hour—or however long it took for her and Clay to find a way up those stairs—she would be Elsa, Lars’s dirty, but obedient, girl.
And she had no doubt she would love every wicked, sinful minute of it.
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What the hell had they gotten themselves into? And how were they supposed to blend in to a scene like this?
“See anything that interests you?” Clay asked, sliding his sunglasses on top of his head as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck.
“Are you kidding?” she whispered back, careful to keep a sultry expression on her face. “What is all this shit?”
Clay fondled her bottom through her skirt. “Well, Elsa, sometimes when a power tool and a dildo love each other very much…”
She bit her lip and pressed closer to his chest, smothering the unexpected laughter that rose inside of her.
Damn him for making her laugh.
But then he had always made her laugh. It was one of the many reasons it had been so easy to fall in love with him.
“But we should choose something,” he said, his tone sobering. “We’re going to attract more attention as voyeurs than if we join in.”
Join in . Shit.
But he was right. They were going to have to become part of the scene, at least for a little while. People would notice if they made their way straight to the stairs on the other side of the room and the stairs were guarded by a man in black leather pants leaning against the wall, looking unhappy to be the only one in the room wearing clothes.
They were going to have to find a way past the guard, and the best way to do that was to make sure they didn’t attract attention in the first place.
After a quick assessment of the available options, Harley took a deep breath and pointed toward a shadowy corner of the room. “There.”
Clay’s gaze shifted, his eyes darkening as they settled on her choice. “Perfect.”
Without another word, he took her hand and led the way, making it clear who would be playing the Dominant lover in their little charade. Harley had always hated these kinds of games before—power exchange wasn’t her thing—but as Clay stopped in front of the leather swing she’d chosen and ordered her to—
“Strip. Everything off but your sandals.”
—her blood rushed faster. By the time her dress and panties fell to the floor, she’d nearly forgotten that there were a few dozen strangers in the room. She couldn’t focus on anything but how damned sexy Clay looked as he peeled off his tee shirt and stepped out of his skin tight jeans, confirming her suspicion that he wasn’t wearing a thing underneath.
“Going commando?” she murmured, nipples drawing into tight points.
“No room for anything but me in those jeans.” Clay stepped closer until she could feel the heat of his erection warming her belly. He was already hard, leaving no doubt that he would have no trouble performing in this kind of setting. “Now sit down and spread your legs. I want to see how wet you are.”
He bent his head closer to hers, cupping her breasts in his hands and teasing her nipples as he whispered, “Because I know you’re wet. I saw the way you looked at that bed in our tent.”
Harley’s lids slid closed, hating that he was right and that a part of her was grateful for an excuse to fuck him one last time.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, pinching her nipples tighter, making her knees go weak. “Don’t feel guilty. Stress clearly has this effect on you.”
He was reading her mind again, but he was also slipping a hand between her legs, teasing his fingers over her clit, making it hard to form a coherent thought let alone a response.
“Sit down and spread your legs,” he said, in a tone that made it clear he expected to be obeyed. “This is the last time I ask nicely, Elsa.”
The use of the fake name cut through the last of Harley’s reservations, freeing her to play her part. For the next half hour—or however long it took for her and Clay to find a way up those stairs—she would be Elsa, Lars’s dirty, but obedient, girl.
And she had no doubt she would love every wicked, sinful minute of it.
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