“Well, it certainly fits. Are all NSA analysts such nerds?”
“Probably. Maybe they’ve gotten sexier in the last ten years, but I highly doubt it.”
“Get in the fucking bed, sexy nerd.”
As soon as she invited him into the bed, his body took notice. All the blood rushed to his dick, and it was torture. He was going to hell. That’s all there was to it. That soft skin under his hands. Those long legs with the strong thighs that would squeeze the hell out of him when she wrapped them around his waist. Those gorgeous tits that he couldn’t wait to redecorate with new jewelry. Jewelry he picked out. Preferably, small gold hoops that he could attach weights to.
Quickly, he stripped down to his boxers and slid in beside her.
He noticed her wince slightly when she shifted to make more room for him, which basically put her on the far edge of the bed.
“Nope, none of that.” He slid an arm under her shoulders and another under her thighs, making sure to slightly tilt his body so she didn’t know how his dick was reacting to her before gently pulling her back against him. “Can’t have you tumbling off the bed.”
“I thought you were worried about me keeping my hands to myself,” she asked, her voice breathy.
“I am. But your hands are on the other side of you, away from all this temptation.”
Ha! What bullshit. He may have been joking about her keeping her hands to herself, but it was more that he wasworried about keeping his hands off her. And that was clearly an issue because once he’d moved her close to him, he refused to let go.
Yeah. Definitely going to hell. Oh well. Might as well enjoy the fall.
They lay in the quiet and watched the drops of water that hit the windowpane, looking out onto the road in front of the building. Between full stomachs, the warmth of their bodies, and the light patter of the rain on the tin roof, a sense of intimacy developed.
Apparently, she was feeling it, too, because when she spoke, her voice was quiet, as if she worried about ruining the atmosphere.
“So. Food and sex noises.”
He snorted. He couldn’t help it. “I heard what I heard.”
“What kind of sex noise did I make?”
“Your eyes closed, and you made this humming noise. Like you’d never had something so good in your mouth.” He snuggled her a little closer, his mouth next to her ear. “It reminded me of a couple I caught enjoying a private alcove at Elysium.”
Snuggling. He was snuggling. What was happening to him? He didn’t think he’d ever held a woman like this except during aftercare, and to be honest, they usually did all the clinging and rubbing on him. He didn’t dissuade them, but he knew it was more about them being comfortable and coming down from the high of subspace. It had nothing to do with emotions.
This? There were definitely some emotions happening here on his end.
Tilting her head so she could look over her shoulder at him, she asked, “Care to share?”
“Hmm,” he considered, an overexaggerated sense of fake concern in his voice. “I dunno. You don’t think me telling you asexy story won’t add to all the pent-up frustration you’re holding onto about me?”
A very unladylike snort erupted as part of her laughter. “It’ll be tough, but I’ll hold myself back.”
“All right. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He took the pillow and scrunched it up tight, then lay on his back and leaned his head, neck, and shoulders against the thin piece of bedding so he was slightly elevated. He still had one arm under Glennon, forming a pillow for her as she lay on her side, her body tucked tight to his. “I told you that I’m part owner in some nightclubs with a couple of friends. There are two in L.A.—a private BDSM club and a regular dance club that caters to the LGBTQ+ crowd, although not exclusively.
“Then, there’s our fantasy hotel in New Orleans and another BDSM club that’s hidden outside Chicago and is cosplay themed.”
“Seriously?”
“I shit you not. It has the longest waiting list of all of them.”
“Wow. I’d like to see that.”
“Yeah.” He paused. Should he let her know the door was open? That he’d love to show her The Lucky Rabbit? That he’d be happy to escort her to any of the clubs? “When this is all done, I can take you as my guest, if you want.” He cleared his throat. “Our newest club just opened in London. It’s called Regency, and it’s themed like an old-fashioned gentlemen’s club. It caters to the BDSM crowd.
“And then back home in San Antonio, we have our adult-themed circus. That club is only semiprivate. You can have a membership, which gets you unfettered access, or you can buy a ticket, but you have to plan quite a ways in advance. We also host private dinner parties, bachelor parties, that kind of stuff.
“So my job there as the tech guru is to man the main control booth at Elysium. I travel around to all the clubs, but I spendthe most time there. It’s kind of hard to explain, but basically, the club is a labyrinth. People wander through, and there are all these hidden performance rooms with circus-style acts. We also have a dance-club area, which is basically a big-top tent, and then there’s an arcade with games, indoor food trucks, and other stuff. Plus, several bars.”
