She swallows hard as my lips graze her lobe. “Well, that’s too bad,” she whispers, but there’s restraint in her tone. “We’ve got a party to attend.”
My hand wraps around her waist, my palm resting on her warm skin as I caress her with my thumb. “A room full of powerful men never stopped you before, darling.”
A shiver dances up Emery’s spine as she arches, a beautiful little moan rumbling at the back of her throat. “This isn’t the club, Quin,” she breathes. “I highly doubt this bunch will be…discreet.”
My touch becomes possessive, firm, as I pull her flush against my side. Every ounce of my self-control is tested as I peer down into her sparkling green eyes. “I know one man who’d be discreet.” I smirk. “And I’m sure he wouldn’t say no to a show.”
Understanding floods Emery’s lustful gaze. “You want to give Mr. Hadid a private show?”
I hitch a casual shoulder. “He’s like me. He likes to watch.”
She bites her lip, and I know she’s thinking about Damon and whether or not he’d approve. But we’ve agreed to the rules. We’re each our own man. And she’s her own woman. How we decide to play together is up to us.
“Fine,” she says, cheeks slightly rosy. “But we do it inmyroom. Onmyterms.” She nods toward the exit. “Maybe a personalized invitation would be more appropriate?”
I smirk. “How very professional of you.”
Emery rolls her eyes as I guide her out of the conference room and toward the elevator. My hand lingers on the small of her back, relishing the feel of her soft, supple skin. The elevator doors open, and we step inside.
Emery’s breath hitches as she leans against the mirrored wall, her gaze locked with mine. “I’m kind of…nervous. We’ve never done this before.”
I close the distance between us, my lips brushing against hers. “He won’t touch you, darling,” I murmur. “He’ll only watch.” My lips feather a trail down the slope of her neck. “And I know he won’t be able to look away.”
The elevator pings open and we spill out onto Amir’s floor. There’s a faint echo of chatter and music coming from his room. Emery’s hand slips into mine as we enter the suite, and I grin, impressed. If anyone can throw a last-minute party, it’s Amir Hadid. I glance around the room. Half of these women look like professional entertainers. Although, I suppose that’s entirely up Hadid’s alley. Within a few seconds, Amir spots us and waves enthusiastically, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Welcome, my friends!” Amir exclaims, guiding us toward the center of the room. “I’m so glad you could make it.” Amir leans into us conspiratorially, his voice low as his gaze flickers between Emery and me. “I have something special planned for tonight.”
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? It just so happens we have something special planned as well.”
Amir narrows his curious eyes. “Is that so?”
I smirk at him. “You first.”
Amir purses his lips, looking between us. “Acrobatic stripper. Your turn.”
“Go on, darling,” I whisper to Emery. “Tell him.”
Emery’s lips curve into a seductive smile as she turns to Amir, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “We were wondering…” She glances up at me briefly, and I give a nod of encouragement. “We were wondering if you were interested in…taking in a show tonight?”
Amir raises an eyebrow, his grin widening. “A show?”
“Mhmm…” Emery tilts her head. “A very…private show. I know you’ve said I’m not your…type. But perhaps that doesn’t apply to a…viewing.”
Amir’s throat bobs. I stifle a laugh. It may as well be Christmas for him. “And what time—” He coughs. “And what time does this show start?”
“Give me twenty minutes,” she says, batting her lashes. “The star needs a costume change.”
Amir tosses me a hesitant look. “I better not get punched in the face for this. I know lover boy isn’t as keen to sharing as you are.”
I snort. “Your million dollar nose is safe, Hadid.”
He feigns consideration for a second too short before clapping his hands. “Now it’s a party.”
Emery tugs on my sleeve, pulling me down. She whispers in my ear, “Leather or lace?”
“Surprise me.”
And with a wink, she exits Amir’s suite, Larry and Barry on her tail.
