The door to the suite opens again and a woman walks in. She’s dressed in red silky cloths that wrap around her tight body. Her dark hair is tied into a braid hanging down her back. Her eyes are dark and she smiles at me.
She lifts her gaze to Drew.
“Good evening, sir. How may I entertain you?” Her voice is smooth like hot chocolate. It’s a shame Kayla isn’t in here. This woman is smoking hot. Fuck, if I went for women, I’d be asking her to take me to the bed. My arousal spreads as I imagine these men watching her with me. Damn, maybe I should stop drinking.
My gaze wanders to the others. Finn takes in every inch of her and wets his lips. Dante leans back and studies her. I swallow before I look at Wyatt. But he’s not looking at her. His dark gaze collides with mine.
My heart hammers in my chest. What the hell is going on? Has he been watching me this whole time? I haven’t been looking his way because I didn’t want to see the censure for flaunting my relationship with Drew. Not that he ever hid his string of women from me.
“I think we’d all appreciate a dance tonight, Maya.” Drew repositions me on his lap so I lean back against him, facing the stage, breaking my stare down with Wyatt.
Dark liner edges Maya’s brown eyes that seem to glow amber in the dim light. “It would be my pleasure.”
She walks over to the stage and climbs the stairs. Fuck, even that she does seductively. I’d probably trip my way up to the stage. I take a drink and glance out of the corner of my eye at Wyatt.
He’s drinking his scotch and turned toward Maya now. Maybe I imagined it. Maybe my fantasy life has me imagining things that could never happen.
She claps and the lights go dark. A haunting strain of music fills the room. A light finds Maya as she sways on the stage. She draws off a silk from her arm and dances with it before it flutters to the ground. The music is soft and sensual.
Fluidly, she moves around the stage, slowly removing every scrap of fabric until all that’s left are the ones holding her breasts and some around her waist and hips. She’s fascinating to watch. Drew slides his hand up and down my thigh, heating my blood and making my pussy wetter.
He slips his hand beneath my sweater, skating his fingers across my bare stomach.
I lean back against him, feeling his hard length pressed against my backside. His breath is hot against my ear. Awareness floods me.
“What if I carried you back to that bed and fucked you while these guys watch Maya finish her striptease?”
My breath catches as his fingers slide beneath the waistband of my jeans, teasing the edge of my panties.
“Do you think they’d be watching her or watching you, princess?”
I bite my lip, waiting for him to slide his hand lower and find out how wet I am for him. To touch me in front of the others because he can. My desire makes me dizzy.
“They’d watch you. They’d want you and know that I have you. Do you think they’d be able to hold back any longer if they saw you spread out naked before them?”
I whimper as sensual images of Dante and Finn flood my mind.
The music pulses faster as Maya loses more of the silks.
“Do you know how bad I want to touch you, Sara? Sink my finger deep into your wet pussy until you scream my name?”
“Please,” I whisper, because I don’t have control anymore. I’ve given it all to this man and I want what he’s offering me. I want him to show these men what they’re missing. What they could have taken and had for years, but didn’t.
He undoes my button and slips his fingers down until they slide against my pussy. The music covers my low moan.
“Shh, princess.” He pulls his hand out and straightens my pants. “Soon, I promise. But I don’t want your bulldogs to beat me to a pulp tonight.”
He puts his finger in his mouth and sucks on it. I can’t tear my gaze away as my pussy aches with desire.
The music stops and there’s a smattering of applause, jolting me back to where we are. Maya lifts to her feet with only a patch of silk covering between her legs. Her breasts are spectacular. Firm and round. Frankly, I’m jealous. Her dark eyes land on me and she smiles.
Her eyes never leave me as she walks down the stairs. She carries four silks, draping one over Finn’s shoulder as she passes. Then one over Wyatt’s. Then one over Dante’s. When she reaches me and Drew, she holds out her hand.
“Come,” she says.
I finish my drink and set it down, taking her soft hand. Not questioning what she wants me to do.
She drapes the final silk over Drew’s shoulder and leads me back on stage with her. The stairs are a little tricky with how tipsy I am. She makes me stop in the light, holding my hips from behind. I can’t see the guys anymore, just the light, but I can feel them out there. Watching, waiting.
