But everyone knew Paloma. Everyone was excited to see her, begged for some time with her, promised her endless carnal favors if she’d only give them thirty minutes, ten minutes,five minutes.
And I was the most desperate out of all of them to get time with her. I wasall inwith this woman.
Every single calculating plot, every greedy little stratagem of hers, only made me hornier.
I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted another woman in my life. More than I had thought it was possible to want a woman.
So this is what it was like to be in love.
I considered the idea like something I’d never encountered before.
Women were either wives or whores, weren’t they? Except with Paloma it didn’t matter. I wanted her in any way I could get her. And the worse she behaved, the more I wanted her.
The sex club was in the industrial district, an abandoned bread factory that still smelled redolent with old yeast and honey.
The concrete-walled rooms were full of couples engaged in different kinks, and we passed by one where a man was dressed as a giant worm and a woman had her stiletto on his throat as she whipped his ass with a paddle.
What exactly was Paloma going to want to do here?
I followed her through rooms of writhing, sweating, fucking bodies, as she greeted all her sex club friends and I wandered behind like a total loser.
But I couldn’t help drawing close to her, the way I could have followed her scent through a packed room, tracked it all the way between her legs because I wanted her so badly.
We weren’t allowed to touch without asking permission, so I got as close as I dared to her as she paused at a railing on the second floor.
“You win,” I growled, caging her in as much as I dared. “You’rethe Alpha Dom. Not me.”
She tossed her messy curls, flinging them across my face and sending her intoxicating scent deep into my lungs.
“And?”
“And I think underneath all our bullshit, you feel it, too.”
“Feel what? Your old man boner in my ass?”
“Ourconnection,” I growled. “Under the bullshit and lies, you feel that thread that ties us together. You feel our hearts pounding in rhythm. That soulmate pull.”
“You getting romantic on me?” she hissed, snapping her ass back so it crashed into my already-thickening cock.
“It’s the truth. I think we could really be something. I think you could love me.”
“Don’t be an idiot,” my wife said, ducking under my arm and disappearing down a dark halfway.
I didn’t know what was back there.
I didn’t know what she had in mind.
I knew she wanted to outlast me, scare me away, prove I couldn’t keep up with her.
Not today, babe. Not ever.
I slapped my face hard, one cheek then the other.
And I followed Paloma into the darkness.
For a few moments it was totally pitch-black and I had to walk with my hands outstretched in front of me. Then her sharp, clever little voice cut across my disorientation.
“Right here.”
