Nodding against her touch, I hold the card up and she takes it from me before sliding off her seat. The friction of her body rubbing against me is torture, but it’s nothing compared to the sultry look she gives me as she takes my hand and leads me towards the voyeur hall.
We pass a smug Andy on the way, and I punch him on the arm. His grin only grows wider, and I know the smartarse fucker will never let me live this down.
I can’t bring myself to give two fucks as I follow her past a scary-looking bouncer, through a red velvet curtain, then off to the right where a hidden wall panel holds a blinking keypad. She glances over her shoulder, running her tongue over her swollen red lips as she presses the card to the keypad before pushing the door open enough for us to slip into a dark hallway lined with numbered doors.
Too impatient, I push her against the opposite wall and claim her mouth again, loving the way she snakes her hands around my neck, tugging on the hair at my nape. I swallow the noises she makes greedily, feeling more alive than I have in years. This woman really is the devil. I will gladly follow her to the depths of Hell.
When I pull away from her, she gazes up at me through her lashes, her eyes cloudy with lust.
“You’re bold tonight,” she purrs, running a manicured finger down my chest.
I shake my head, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “Does it turn you on?”
“Yes, sir.”
My cock hardens to the point of pain, and I groan. “Do you want me to tell you what to do, little devil?”
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Will you do everything I tell you like a good girl?”
Her responding “yes” comes out as a breathless whisper.
With inhuman strength, I force my body away from hers and drag her down the hall to the room Andy booked us.
For a moment, I hesitate. I enjoy watching her, buttouchingher is another thing entirely. The thought of our first time—ouronlytime, Ethan, because this can’t happen again—causes a nervous flutter in the pit of my stomach.
As if sensing my trepidation, my little devil reaches up to cup my cheek, drawing my gaze to hers.
“It’s just you and me.”
The understanding in her voice eases my nerves and I brush my lips over hers softly as I unlock the room and pull her inside.
When she turns back to face me, my breath hitches in my throat. She’s so fucking beautiful, even with the mask obscuring half of her face. Her chest rises and falls with each breath she takes, and it takes everything in me not to drop to my knees and crawl to her.
I unbutton my shirt cuffs and roll the sleeves up as I step farther into the room. It’s slightly different from the one I watched her in. That room was smaller, with only the chaise lounge she was on, whereas this one was clearly designed with couples in mind. It’s set out like a bedroom, with a giant king-size bed in the centre and a plush armchair beside it.
But the cupboards along the back wall pique my curiosity, and I approach to explore.
Opening the first one, I see it’s actually a small fridge filled with bottles of water. The next one, however, is fully stocked with toys, each one still in its packaging. Smart. I guess it wouldn’t be sanitary for members to share sex toys. It also explains why the membership fee is so high. Ignoring the toys, because she won’t need them tonight, I open the last cupboard. It’s well-stocked with lube and condoms of all sizes and flavours.
“Sir?”
Her soft, sultry voice fills the room, and I turn back to see her biting her bottom lip.
“Fuck, little devil,” I groan, the sound reverberating from deep within my chest. “It drives me wild when you call me that.”
“Show me how wild… sir.” Her cheeks flush the slightest shade of pink under her devil mask, and I cross the room in three large strides, sliding one hand behind her neck and using the other to tilt her face up to meet my bruising kiss.
An electric current connects the two of us in a way I haven’t felt in years. With every brush of her lips, every stroke of her tongue, she’s breathing life back into me. It’sliberating how her intoxicating kisses rob me of all thoughts about my messed-up life.
She stumbles slightly when we part, her hands landing on my chest to keep her upright. I slide my arm around her waist to steady her.
“Woah,” she murmurs, gazing up at me in dazed wonder. Her tongue darts out to swipe along her bottom lip.
“You can say that again.” I chuckle, kissing the tip of her nose. I’m so tempted to sayto hell with itand remove her mask, needing to take in every beautiful inch of her ethereal beauty, but I’m not quite ready to smash this illusion.
Her hands slide over my pectoral muscles and up my throat to cup my jaw. “Are you real?”
