But we kept dancing. Four songs, and the entire time it was foreplay and both of us about to spontaneously orgasm it was so intense.
Which was why I kissed him desperately when it ended. Fuck the crowd or anything else.
I just wanted to kiss my man.
“Me too, muffin,” he chuckled under his breath as we pulled apart. Then he turned me to face the crowd and we took our bow before heading back off stage.
“Yeah, you won,” Kyria purred. “The lust coming off—fuck, it’s good.” She gave me a warning look. “And a lot more.”
I frowned, but Mason cleared his throat as if asking her to let it go. “I know. He can’t help how he feels.”
I was still confused as we headed to the dressing room to change and relax before I showed Mason around our flagship club. It hit me after a moment. “Dylan?”
“He’s here with some ISLE. I would guess it’s part of them reaching out to the ancients and more as well.”
“How bad?” I worried.
He shrugged. “He can’t help how he feels.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose when it was clear I wouldn’t let it go. “Several types of demons would have gotten a full feeding off of him.”
I nodded, not having to think hard to guess. Wrath. Lust. Pride.
“Add envy, and the wrath was focused on me, not you,” he said gently.
I sometimes wondered if he really could read my mind, but I let it go. We changed and I was a bit nervous showing Mason around since he had such strong feelings about the industry and women being treated as he didn’t think was acceptable.
Relief filled me as he took it in with interest and I saw tension ease in his shoulders. He shot me a few looks and nodded, accepting that he was learning and it was different than he thought.
Or different when doneright. He wasn’t wrong to hate a lot of strip clubs and establishments that didn’t treat women well.
We hated them too. We shut them down for a reason.
But that just wasn’t what Heavenly Entertainment was. We were the goddesses and in charge. We were the dream and divine that people treated well or they were tossed.
“I want to see more, but I’m—something is telling me not to push it,” he said quietly, kissing my cheek. “There’s a lot of power here, and while I don’t think my kind—go be Jasmine and take your victory.” He nodded when I couldn’t hide my shock.
Kyria promised to get him back through the portal, sensing something was up.
I thanked her but then reached for Mason. “Thank you. I’m sorry things aren’t different and we can’t just go be a couple out there.”
He gave me a sad smile. “That’s about my circumstances more than yours, muffin. It’s fine. We know what we have.”
His desires showed me he fully believed that and it made me relax.
“You were right,” Joshua accepted as I went over to them once I was in my Jasmine glamour. “For an event like any other—you were right. Even once a month at a club and we could pushfor couple’s nights and dancing for them too. It fits. The fantasy and—it fits.”
“Thank you,” I said as I reached over and rubbed his shoulder. “I know it’s all—I know.”
He reached up and patted my hand. “But we need to be the team and work together. It’s what we’re constantly beating into you—I always trust you, young one.” He nodded and squeezed my hand. “I simply cannot have such split focus as you do, so I see it through those eyes and how too many ideas can make it all break, not just it’s a slight adjustment.”
Fair enough. That was basically the consensus, and they’d taken it too seriously like I wanted a nightly performance instead of something special and fun.
We were just so fucking overwhelmed. All of us.
And not just demons.
All supes.
Allpeople. It was part of being alive.
