“C’mon, Ethan. Have a little fun before you run off on your littleEat, Pray, Loveexpedition. You wouldn’t have bought a membership if you weren’t a little curious, youkinky fuck.” I glare at him, but he only holds his hands up and laughs. “One night. It’s a bit of fun, not a commitment. What’s the worst that can happen?”
Running a hand through my hair, I consider his words. He’s right. The playful little devil is young; maybe she’s just looking for some fun with an older man. Why can’t I indulge this one time, and throw caution to the wind? Whatisthe worst that can happen?
Chapter 13
Ethan
“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to regret this?” I ask, adjusting my mask as I follow Andy through the red velvet curtains, a silver keycard weighing heavily in my palm.
“Quit bitching like a virgin on prom night,” he says, his eyes already sweeping the room for his own conquest for the night.
“We’re not all manwhores like you,” I grumble. But his assessment is correct. It’s exactly how I feel right now, with sweaty hands and a racing heart. This is ridiculous.
I try not to stare at the debauchery surrounding us as we make our way to the bar and order drinks. The ease with which the patrons engage in their primal desires still baffles me. They’re confident and free, while I have anxiety pooling in the pit of my stomach.
Am I really going to do this? Have sex with a younger woman in a room at a sex club? Not going to lie, I almost backed out when the woman on reception handed over thekey to the private room. Andy’s really throwing me in the deep end here.
I’m about to have sex for the first time with someone who isn’t my wife of nineteen years—ex-wife, I remind myself—and she’s also roughly around the same age as my son.
Fuck.
What if I get performance anxiety and can’t get it up? Or worse, what if it’s all over before it starts, and she’s left unsatisfied?
Shit, shit, shit. What the fuck am I doing? This is a terrible idea.
I almost choke on my drink when Andy leans in and murmurs, “Fuck, Ethan, is that her? You lucky bastard.”
Following his gaze, I spot her familiar flaming-red hair piled in a messy top bun. She’s sitting at the other end of the bar, talking to a tall guy in a maroon and silver phantom mask. My stomach dips as my eyes drift over her red devil mask, down to her red pouty lips, then lower again to the black corset with a red ribbon that’s barely constraining the perfect pierced tits I know are hiding underneath.
My cock thickens. She’s fucking perfection.
“If you don’t go over there and claim your little devil, I might be inclined to do it for you,” Andy says in an appreciative tone that causes me to tear my gaze from her and shoot him a murderous look.
He just chuckles as I down my drink and place the glass back on the bar a little harder than intended.
Taking a deep breath, I push away from the bar and stride over to her as the guy in the phantom mask turns andwalks away. I don’t know where my confidence comes from as I lean in to whisper, “Should I be jealous, little devil?”
Satisfaction washes over me as a shiver runs through her, but words get caught in my throat when she turns to face me and I see the sparkle of unshed tears in her eyes.
My eyes dart to the retreating phantom before returning to her.
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Should I call security?”
She places her hand on my chest, just below my thundering heart, and shakes her head with a sad smile. “I’m fine. He’s a… friend of my best friend. We were just saying goodbye.”
The sadness in her voice almost breaks me, and an overwhelming sense of protectiveness surges. I want to take care of her. Ineedto take care of her.
Gripping her chin gently in my fingers, I tilt her face up to meet mine. Her breathing stutters as we stare into each other’s eyes through our masks, and I’m captivated by the shimmering navy blue gaze staring back at me.
“No one should ever make you cry, little devil,” I murmur, leaning in closer. “Would it be okay if I kissed you better?”
She blinks up at me, almost in a daze. Finally, she nods, and I crush my lips to hers.
Everything ceases to exist but her as her lips part on a whimper that goes straight to my cock. When I get the first taste as our tongues meet, I know I’m completely done for. My hand slides down her throat, resting there as we explore this insane chemistry that has fireworks exploding in myhead.
She parts her legs to make room for me, and her hand grips my shirt, pulling me closer. I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to; she’s a magnetic force field dragging me in. My free hand finds her tiny waist, and I slide her forward in her seat until her warm heat meets the rock-hard bulge in my pants.
She tears away from my kiss, and I try to chase her, but she brings her free hand up, pressing her fingers to my swollen lips. “Do you have the keycard?” she whispers breathlessly.
