Maverick wrapped his arms around Carly and pulled her close. After dropping a kiss on her mouth, he nuzzled her neck. “You’re up. The bartender has been fixated on your backside. Wait until he sees the rest of you.”
“Should I give him something to look at?”
“Go ahead. Unzip yourself.”
“You do it.” Her husky, commanding voice ripped through him.
Taking his time, Maverick tugged down the zipper, admiring her breasts as they spilled from the tight suit. He stopped just below her cleavage.
She glanced down. “Nice.”
“Yes, they are.” He kissed one breast, then the other. “I love the girls.” With his hand clamped on her ass, he ushered her to the bar.
As the bartender rattled off a short list of cocktail specials, Maverick scoped out a spot to land his drone. Carly walked to the far end of the bar, leaned over, and pointed to a bottle. “What’s that?”
Using his phone app, Maverick piloted the tiny insect to the top shelf, then sidled over to Carly and pulled her close. “We’ll save the alcohol for later. Two sparkling waters.”
“Yes, sir.” The bartender eyed his phone. “Ms. Greta has a no phone policy.”
“Good to know.” Maverick slid his phone into his pocket and dropped a kiss on Carly’s temple.
The bartender set two goblets on the bar. “Your first beverage is on the house.”
Maverick dropped a ten in the tip jar, collected the drinks, and they moved away from the bar.
“To us,” Carly said, her voice full of promise.
“Always.” Maverick tapped her glass and drank down the cold beverage.
She had a few more sips before abandoning the drink to curl her arms around his neck. He was buzzing with tension. The press of her lips against his sent a current through him. Her breath hitched, her tongue toying with his.
Here, she was free and open with her affections and he loved how she never held back. He slid his hands down to her curvy hips and around to her sensational ass. The air crackled with chaotic energy, desire springing from her eyes. He wanted to see that degree of heat every moment of every day. Not just while sleuthing at a kink party.
As they headed upstairs, they instinctively reached for each other and entwined their fingers together. First stop: The playroom, where Maverick did a sweep. The majority of the couples were playing while a handful of folks watched from the sidelines. No sign of Internado.
Dammit to hell. Where the hell is he?
Taking their time, they moseyed around. One of the aftercare salons was in use, as was a private room. “Maybe he’s in there,” he murmured.
“Let’s hope so.”
They returned to the playroom, but stood against a wall where they could see who exited those rooms.
The upside to this evening was the erotic activity. Three couples, partially clothed, were exploring various degrees of intimacy. A man’s face was pressed against his partner’s pussy while she moaned and writhed on the leather couch. Another pair was screwing against the window, and the third had tucked themselves away in a darker corner of the room for a blowjob.
A small group had gathered around the St. Andrew’s cross. A woman in a two-piece latex outfit was strapped to the apparatus while a tattooed man dressed only in leather pants flogged her.
When Maverick shifted his attention to Carly, she pushed off her stilettos. Again, she kissed him, her body undulating with the deep, slow strokes of her tongue. Ending the kiss, she whispered, “I didn’t come here to watch.” Her throaty whisper sent sexual energy humming through him.
“Good,” Maverick growled, “because I came here to satisfy my wife.” He backed her into a corner, cradled her face in his hands, and kissed her. Internado should have been his priority, but the need to be with her had been burning a hard line to his raging hard-on all the damn day. He’d come here for one reason, but her unrelenting sex appeal had hijacked his every thought and every action.
Opening her mouth, she welcomed him inside and he deepened the kiss. She raked her fingernails down his back and moaned into him. When the kiss ended, he murmured, “I’ve waited days for this. For you. No more waiting. Have I made myself clear?”
Her lips parted, her eyes dark with desire. “Message received.”
He pressed his mouth to hers and gave her another long, lustful kiss.
She flicked open one shirt button at a time, then teased her fingernails down his chest while her half-hooded eyes drilled into his. “We should canvas the entire level.” She licked his nipple, kissed his chest. Another burst of energy shot straight to the cramped space between his legs. Then, she ran her tongue over his other nipple and bit it.
