We enter the club. The music is so loud my heart throbs to the beat. I slip the guy at the door a hundred-dollar bill, and he escorts us inside. We weave through the groups of people until we arrive at a private booth in the back. It’s enclosed and has a sliding glass door we can pull across the opening kind of like a small VIP room, but all contained within a booth.
I slide in next to Aria and ignore her surprised glance. There’s no point in attempting conversation, so we sit in silence, watching the crowd around us and on the dance floor.
The couple seated closest to us is dry humping…or are they? I actually think they’re doing more than that. Not that I care. Hell, I’ve done my share of fucking in clubs. It’s part of the wild, anything-goes scene. Thinking about doing that with Aria arouses me to a fever pitch.
I slip a glance Aria’s way. She’s watching our neighbors with undisguised interest and possibly envy, if I’m reading her correctly. The club is mostly dark except for the flashing lights shining on the dance floor. There’s an electric candle on our table that flickers dimly. It’s a romantic look, and I’m in the mood for romance. Reaching out, I shut the sliding glass door on our booth. Doing so slightly mutes the music. At least we can talk to each other now.
I place a hand on Aria’s leg. She raises her face to mine. Before we know it, we’re kissing and kissing and kissing. I’m so into her, I forget where we are. Not that I’d care if I remembered.
My sole goal is to seduce Aria, and I won’t need to work that hard. She’s over halfway there.
She squeezes the bulge in my pants and rubs in a circular motion. I groan from the depths of my soul. Holy shit, she’s making me hotter than fuck.
“You’re killing me,” I growl in her ear.
She’s smug with satisfaction, as if she has me right where she wants me. I wonder who’s really seducing who.
“I want to fuck you. Right here,” I say into her ear. She raises her head, and her eyes open wide.
“Here?” She squeezes me harder, and I’m about to lose my shit. She’s wearing a mid-thigh skirt, which would make it easy to hoist her on my lap and screw her brains out, if she’s willing.
“Yeah. The glass is one-way. No one sees in.”
“Maybe I want them to see us,” she teases and challenges me with a wicked grin.
“You’re killing me.” I laugh, not caring who sees us at this point. I’m that far gone.
Aria unzips my dress pants and slips her hand under my boxer briefs.
“Shit,” I grind out through my teeth as she takes my cock and pumps her fist up and down.
I glance around. The only things visible in this darkened area are outlines of people. In fact, I’m pretty sure the couple next to us is about to orgasm based on what little I can see. I’m not sure why I care. Sex in public has never bothered me before. Maybe it’s out of respect for Aria, the woman who’s currently stroking my cock with an enthusiasm that’s contagious.
The thought that I might respect Aria as a person catches me off guard. I respect Aria? If I weren’t so horny, I’d being thinking long and hard about my shifting opinion of her.
But right now, I have more important things to shift, such as the ground under my feet.
Chapter 14
The Club
~~Aria~~
What am I doing with my hand down the pants of the man I’ve sworn to detest for the rest of my days on this earth? I’m betraying my sister and my nephew, aren’t I? Or maybe it’s all part of a subconscious plot to reel this guy in, then dump him like he dumped my sister and Noah.
Yeah, that’s what it is. Part of my path to ultimate revenge. I’ll give this dickhead the best sex he’s ever had, then I’ll leave him wanting more, which he’ll never get.
It’s a devious plan and requires the cooperation of my own sexual desires, but phase one will be easy. I don’t have to deny myself anything until phase two.
But in a club?
I’ve never considered myself an exhibitionist, but no one will really see us. I mean they can probably tell what’s going on if they’re watching, but this crowd doesn’t care. Everyone in the place is in various stages of undress and/or seduction.
I ignore that little voice warning me that I might end up the one who’s wanting more. Fucking Drakos may be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but I’m beyond logic and reason at this point.
My short skirt makes getting underneath it convenient. I remove my hand from his pants and wriggle out of my panties. I hold them up to show Drakos before shoving them in my purse.
“Do you have a condom?”
