Summer’s gaze traveled over their host’s impressive form, her lips parting with a hint of awe.Knox should have been jealous, but this couple was a matched set, beautiful in every way.McCord’s hand on the redhead’s back spoke of possession.They were partners in so much more than business.
A server offered a tray of champagne glasses, and both Knox and Summer took one.
Then McCord said in a deep voice, “Welcome to our club.Have you familiarized yourself with our house rules?”
Knox answered for both of them.“I’ve read them all.”
Serena gave him a smile sensual enough to make a man hard.If he didn’t have Summer on his arm.“Good,” she said.“Then please enjoy yourselves.And don’t forget to have fun.”Laughing softly, she looked at Summer.“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Jud McCord smiled indulgently.“Understand that there’s not much Serena won’t do.So keep that in mind.”
Knox had to wonder how they made a life like this work.
Then McCord pointed to the wide, carpeted staircase with a flourish of his hand.And Knox led Summer into the depths of the house whose motto was: Anything goes.
11
Okay, it was a club.And if the bowls of condoms on various tables meant anything, it was a sex club.Summer had fantasized about places like this, classy rather than sleazy, sexy rather than raunchy.
Right now she didn’t see any sex going on, but Knox said things would get jumping later.
“What are the rules she talked about?”Summer wanted to know.
“Things like don’t hassle the other guests, that no means no, and always use condoms.”
She couldn’t help a smile with a glance at the condom bowls.“They certainly make that rule easy to follow.”
As they climbed the stairs to the landing, they presented a sexy picture in the enormous mirror reflecting the hallway below.He wore a suit, not a tux, but he was no less elegant than the man who’d greeted them, striking with his dark hair.
But the host didn’t make her melt the way Knox did when he spoke in her ear.The dress she’d chosen, which she’d bought today, was exactly what he’d ordered, elegant and sexy, a little flirty, but not terribly overt.At least not from the front.But Knox’s fingers on the small of her back heated her body as he guided her.From the back, her dress was exactly what hehadn’tordered, open and seductive.She shivered at the thought of everything the night could bring.
“Cold?”Knox asked.
She was burning up, but didn’t tell him.The less crowded hallway he led her down drew only a few patrons or clients, or whatever you called people attending a sex club.Elegantly dressed, tastefully manicured, mostly older, especially the men—although she spotted a couple in their thirties—they smelled of money and sex.The younger woman wore a skintight bodysuit that flared just below the knees like something from a sixties movie, while her partner had rolled up the sleeves of his tux jacket.
Elegantly furnished, the mansion’s hallways contained secluded alcoves couples could duck into.The plush carpeting caressed her feet in her high heels.Classy artwork hung on the dark wood-paneled walls.
But what she didn’t see was sex.They passed a room with couches and people mingling, drinking socially.Filled with tasteful furniture, classy paintings on the walls, elegant lighting and carpets, it seemed like an after-work cocktail party.Like something out of a fantasy she’d made up for Paul.Yet this seemed so tame.Until she saw a man slip his hand under the skirt of the woman standing next to him.And over there, a woman pushed her partner to his knees and lifted her dress.Naked below the waist, she pulled him close and wrapped one leg around his shoulders, bracing herself while he licked her.
Then Summer realized sex was everywhere.Her skin heated, her hands went clammy, and her next breath seemed to sear her throat.
Through another door, on a workout mat, two men wearing only loincloths faced each other, ready to wrestle.Until the wrestling turned into sucking, each taking the other’s cock in a sixty-nine position.
She flushed in a hot wave across her skin, suddenly so hot she turned lightheaded.
The sex was rampant if she looked long enough, groping and sucking, hand jobs and back door.
She whispered to Knox, “This is actually a sex club?”It was a stupid question, of course it was.
His hand still sizzling at the base of her spine, Knox murmured close to her ear, as if they were indulging in phone sex, “That’s exactly what this is.And I recall the sex club fantasy you were telling your little fuck buddy the night Cupid’s arrow shot through my heart.”
She laughed out loud, catching the gaze of an older man who, despite the fact that he had a woman on his arm, raked Summer with his gaze, as if he could eat her up right then.
But Knox was making her laugh.He could make her do anything.
“Cupid’s arrow?”A smile played on her lips.
With that hot hand on her back, he directed her through a wide doorway.“Don’t underestimate your allure, my dear.”
