“Be very careful with the games you wanna play, darlin’.”
“What games?”
“This little song and dance between us. It’s gonna escalate, and we both know it. The question is, are you gonna let it?"
“Christian is a good man."
“I’m not sayin’ he isn’t. I’m not sayin’ I’m gonna marry you either. This is just somethin’ different, somethin’ us.”
“You just want sex?” Now he chuckles, deep and throaty. A chill runs along my spine as he looks me in the eyes.
“Pure. Fuckin’. Sex.”
I open my mouth but I don’t know what to say. I can’t agree to this.
“I’m not a cheater.”
“Don’t think of it that way. Just pleasure, darlin’.”
“That’s still cheating, Tide. I can’t do that to him.” Tide nods his head before glancing around and coming in closer. His fingers come up to my cheek, stroking a line to my jaw where he grabs it in his hand.
“I love my son, but this thing between us is more. I can feel it. When you’re ready, you know where to find me.” With that, he releases my face and walks past me. My heart thunders in my chest when Christian walks back over.
“Looks like dad found him a new girl for the night.” Is he talking about me? Did he see that? My heart rate spikes as I turn and follow his gaze to Tide and one of the club girls. She’s hanging off his side, kissing his cheek and running her hands all over his chest. Jealousy sparks in my chest at the sight.
“Looks that way.”
“You okay?” Christian asks. I pull my gaze from Tide and focus on him instead. I reach for him, pulling him down to me and kissing him hard. It’s wrong. It doesn't feel right, but if Tide wants to play this game, so can I.
“What’s this about?”
“I need you,” I whisper in his ear. He chuckles and pulls back, a smile on his face.
“Not now. When we get home, I’ll take care of you.” That’s not what I want. I want him now. I want him here. Tide has sparked something in my chest, and I want it all. I want what he has.
No.
I want him.
“Come on, Christian. Live a little,” I coo.
“You want me to fuck you like one of the whores around here? For everyone to see?” He asks. My eyes light up. I know they do. I want that.I want it so badly but I can’t tell him that.
“Christian,” I whine.
“That’s what you want? Jesus, Mylah. What the hell has gotten into you?”
“Nothing. It must be the alcohol. I’m going to the bathroom.” I excuse myself and walk down the hall to the bathroom, and just as I step inside, someone steps in behind me. At first, I think it’s Christian, but when I feel a hand rest on my hip, I know it isn’t. I whip my head around quickly to see Tide with hunger in his eyes.
“Don’t you have a girl waiting for you?”
“You jealous?” Fuck. I can’t say that I am. Instead, I shake my head no. Tide chuckles and clicks the lock into place before he presses me against the wall. My face is turned to the side so I can see him out of the corner of my eye, but it’s what I feel that causes me to gasp.
“You’re wet,” he says as his fingers find my naked pussy. “And bare.” Slowly, he drags his fingers through the wetness and coats himself in me.
“Who made you this wet, Mylah?” he asks, his teeth nipping at my earlobe.
“You.” He hums near my ear before his fingers are thrusting into me. I gasp and bite my lip so that I don’t scream his name. God, how I want to scream his name.
