Curves my hands would love to graze. Dips my face wanted to fucking bury itself in. Tits that my tongue would do anything to lick.
And those eyes—the more I looked at them, the more I wanted to envision just how deep the blue would get while I was giving her the best fucking orgasm of her life.
Sex clubs were all about chemistry. Within these walls, conversation wasn’t required. There was no reason to like the person you were going to fuck—emotions weren’t necessary, nor were they part of the appetite equation.
If the want was there and reciprocated, nothing was off-limits.
So, when I approached her on the other side of the bar, I got closer than I would if I were one of those motherfuckers trying to date a woman on the outside. I wanted to know if, with little distance between us, my hard-on would throb as it had when I first spotted her.
Fuck.
It was worse.
She was the one …
While she faced me, I wrapped my arm around the wooden lip of the bar top; the position placed her near my chest, the top of her head reaching the base of my neck, even while she was in heels. She looked up at me, the movement slow, deliberate. Sensual, even if she wasn’t trying. What stared back at me was an intense, passionate craving—just the sight I wanted to see.
I took a deep inhale; her scent was unique. As if lime and orange had fucked. A perfect combination for someone whose body was already sweet enough.
I let the silence linger. Words weren’t a rule.
But in that quietness, something passed.
A need.
And it was taking over every goddamn inch of me.
I brought the scotch up to my lips and swallowed. “I see you.”
Her smile was as achingly beautiful as her body. “I seeyou.” Her hands were empty and unfortunately not on me.
“Do you have a drink?”
“I haven’t had a chance to order one.”
“Let me fix that.” I waved the bartender over and said to the blonde, “What would you like?”
“Martini. Extra filthy.”
I chuckled. “Is that what you normally drink? Or just here?”
“That’s my normal order.” I could tell she was amused by my question. “What’s that?” She nodded toward my glass.
I held up the short tumbler. “The drink I’m going to pour all over your body and lick off.”
She chewed her plump red lips, breaking our gaze to glance at the brunette who had just joined her—a woman who was certainly hot, but she had nothing on the blonde. “You mean,ourbodies.” The blonde looked at me again. “Tonight, we’re a package deal. You don’t get one, you get both.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
It was going to be a long and perfect night.
I picked up the martini the bartender had placed down and gave it to the blonde before I clasped her hand. I then wrapped an arm around the brunette’s shoulders, resting the tumbler on top of her cleavage, wondering how she would react to the coldness of the glass.
Her smile told me she liked it.
I was curious how the two of them would sound if I dragged the ice down their naked skin. I didn’t want to wait to find out.
I nodded toward one of the hallways, a location I’d been many times prior, and I grazed my nose across one of the blonde’s long strands. “Are you sure you want to share me?”
