He left her with the echo of his laughter.
Even as she texted him her address, she wondered why the hell she was doing what he told her to.
But she knew why.Because she was addicted and she wanted whatever he had planned for her.
She wantedhim.
Her sexy redcocktail dress floated around her luscious thighs.As he opened the car door to usher her inside, the full effect slammed into him.
And he wanted to spread her legs and go down on her right here.
The keyhole of her long-sleeved dress opened just above her breasts, giving him a glimpse of the skin he craved, tantalizing enough to make him sweat, but keeping the best parts hidden, just as he’d instructed.The dress’s back, however, was what would do him in.It plunged to the base of her spine—though, as he’d instructed, not quite showing off her sweet hot ass.And yet, if she leaned only slightly forward, he could fit his hands inside to stroke her breasts and tweak her pert nipples.
He'd jerked off this afternoon to take the edge off so he wouldn’t jump her the moment he saw her.But now, in only seconds, he was hard and panting for her.
He hadn’t panted for a woman like this in twenty years, not since he caught his wife Diane fucking another man.He hadn’t let himself want any woman the way he’d wanted Diane.Desire like that opened up a man’s heart for the slaughter.And yet now, in middle age, he’d never wanted a woman more than he wanted Summer Gentry.
Not even his ex-wife.
He had to gain control of himself.Standing in the vee of the open car door, he hovered over her.“I’m not sure that dress classifies as not too revealing.”
As she looked up at him, he felt the heat in her gaze all the way down to his cock.Her voice stroked him with a sexy thrum.“My breasts aren’t falling out, and my bare essentials are appropriately covered.As per your instructions.”
Thebareessentials.He recalled the fantasy he’d overheard that very first night.She’d been wearing a short, flirty red dress.And no panties.Christ, did this mean she was going commando?He wouldn’t survive the night.But he couldn’t let her know that.“It has no back.”
She smiled.“It has enough.”
That was enough for him to imagine standing behind her and slipping his hands inside that open plunge of silky material.He had a feeling that’s exactly the effect she wanted.
Shutting the car door, he rounded the hood and climbed in beside her, finding himself suddenly intoxicated with her subtly sweet scent.
Maybe he’d been hibernating for the last twenty years.Waiting for this moment.Waiting for her to set him free.
The exit he took off the freeway eventually led to a tree-lined road which narrowed to a quiet lane barely wide enough for two cars before it opened onto the lawn of a beautiful Gothic house, the moon shining behind it.
She turned him to him then.“What is this place?”
They’d barely said a word on the drive, and her voice startled him, his thoughts mired in the scent of her, the memory of her on that dance floor, the feel of his fingers against her sweet pussy.“It’s a special club I found just for you.”
“A club?”
He grinned at her.“You’ll see.”
He pulled into the underground garage.When the place was built, it probably hadn’t needed a garage, but over the years, its reputation had grown, and a simple parking lot would no longer do.The parking garage wasn’t full.Yet.It was still early for this kind of exclusive club, which was no run-of-the-mill nightclub.The cars here were probably worth over a hundred thousand each.Bentleys and Jaguars, Maseratis and Ferraris.He was sure some patrons arrived in chauffeured limos.
Pulling into a space, he told her, “Stay in your seat, and I’ll come round for you.”
“Why would you do that?”
After opening her door, he leaned in, blowing warm breath against her ear.“Because it’s the kind of elegant place where a man opens his woman’s door and she takes his arm as he escorts her into the house.”
He could almost feel her shiver.
The open back of her dress gaped slightly as he helped her climb out.While it afforded him a bounty of bare skin, she was right, it didn’t reveal the essentials.
She carried no purse, not even a clutch, which was a good thing.He didn’t want her to have to keep track of it.And she wouldn’t need it for the evening he had planned.Everything was already taken care of.
The double doors opened as they climbed the front steps, as if a camera showed a newcomer’s arrival.Inside, an elegant couple greeted their guests on the checkerboard floor of the marble hall.Neither was young, maybe his age, maybe a bit more.The woman’s stunning peacock blue gown complemented her gorgeous red hair and accentuated her delicious curves.Her name was Serena, and the man beside her, the club’s owner Jud McCord, Knox knew, stood tall and regal, his dark hair salted with gray.
