“Lia…” Jo’s voice cracked. “Oh, fuck, yes. R-right there.”
Amelia moaned against her, the vibration making Jo cry out louder. Jo’s thighs clenched around Amelia’s head as her orgasm ripped through her, but Amelia kept up her pace, drawing every last shudder and gasp from her until Jo finally collapsed back onto the chaise.
Silence followed as Amelia gently pulled herself up and lay beside Jo, wrapping one arm around her waist and pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. Jo reached out blindly and curled her fingers around Amelia’s.
“That was…” Jo’s words were languid in her post-orgasmic haze. “Incredible.”
Amelia tucked her face into Jo’s neck. “You’re incredible.”
“Can I stay a while longer?”
“Of course you can.”
They lay there, tangled up in each other. A part of Amelia wanted to break the silence, to confess who she was,but fear held her back. For now, this was enough. For now, she would be Lia. The woman Jo came to in the dark, the one who made her feel wanted and safe.
For now, thatcouldbe enough.
Until she had the courage to be Amelia again.
Chapter Six
Still feelingthe effects of being in the dark room, Jo lowered herself to one of the plush, velvet couches in the main lounge. Her legs felt like they barely belonged to her anymore, her senses still dulled by lust and the delicious disorientation that came from surrendering herself entirely to someone else’s touch. She leaned back against the curved armrest and scanned the softly lit space. The ambience here was mellow—the music gentle, the lighting golden and low, casting hazy glows along the floor and highlighting sequins and satin dresses as women passed by. It was a stark contrast to the shrouded thrill of the dark room.
Maybe one day, once she felt more confident in herself, and whatever this new part of her identity was, she’d switch pendants. But for now, the colour she wore suited her. Safe. Cautious. She wasn’t ready for more attention, and frankly, she didn’t want it. Not when Lia’s touch still lingered on her skin. The ache between her thighs, the racing pulse in her neck, the tingle on her lips. God, Lia had ruined her for anyone else tonight. Maybe for good.
It’s a sex club. It doesn’t mean anything…
Jo lifted her whiskey from where it balanced on her knee, watching the amber liquid catch the light. She took a sip, welcoming the burn that followed. It grounded her while she tried to understand why she was still sitting here. Maybe it was to stretch the night out a little longer, or maybe it was to delay the solitude that would settle in once she got home. Winding down alone felt like the right end to an already surreal evening. This night had somehow outdone the last. Lia—insanely hot, devastatingly attentive Lia—was everything Jo didn’t know she needed.
Part of Jo wanted to see her face. She wanted to know who she’d been wrapped around, breathless and bare, but then that would destroy the mystery. That would make it real. And if it became real, maybe it wouldn’t be perfect anymore.
“May I join you?”
A familiar voice pulled Jo from her thoughts. She frowned slightly as she brought her whiskey to her lips. That voice…there was no way. It couldn’t be.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Jo turned, and sure enough, there she was.Amelia. Standing just to her left, stunning and self-possessed, her gaze curious as she stared down at Jo. Her eyes widened as panic flared deep within. “W-what are you doing here?”
Amelia lifted a shoulder and smiled. “You spoke so highly of your experience. I had to see what all the fuss was about.”
Jo shifted, trying to remain or at leastlookcomposed as she gestured to the empty space beside her. Her stomach fluttered, not just from the shock, but from the way Amelia looked tonight. The black dress she wore hugged every curve, her makeup unsurprisingly flawless. Then Jo lowered her eyes and saw it. The pendant nestled against Amelia’s cleavage. Red. Bold. Possibly dominant.Oh,shit.
“You seem eager,” Jo said, trying to keep her voice level as she nodded to it. Her mind raced with the knowledge that Amelia had a membership here. It was also a complication she hadn’t imagined. The idea of running into her, of possibly doing more than just talking if boundaries blurred…it sent Jo’s brain into a spin. “Been here before?”
“No. This is my first time.” Amelia looked away as she said that. Jo noted the hesitation. She wasn’t sure she bought what Amelia was saying.
“How did you know where to find the place?”
“It’s the only women-only sex club in the city.” Amelia turned back to her, sipping her wine as though they were simply catching up. “Have you just arrived?”
“Oh, no. I’ll be leaving soon.” Jo offered a small smile, trying to appear nonchalant despite her racing pulse now hammering in her ears.
Amelia smirked against her glass.
Jo narrowed her eyes. “What are you smirking at?” She was too aware of their surroundings. The teasing and seductively gentle music, the scent of perfume and wine lingering in the air. This wasn’t a place to flirt. Not withher.
“I wondered why you seemed so…relaxed when I arrived at your table.” Amelia’s eyes swept down Jo’s body. “You’ve had your fun.”
