Ashton winked at Carly and she bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from smiling. He was playing the bad cop, the hard ass. Greta introduced them to a few members before heading toward the staircase.
“What’s in there?” Carly asked as they passed a closed door with a keypad.
“My basement.”
“Is that your private residence?” Carly asked.
“I don’t live here.” As Greta climbed the stairs, Carly eyed Ashton. He squeezed her hand in response.
On the way up, he slipped his hand up her dress and massaged her bare ass. His slow, unexpected caress jolted her, eliciting a soft moan.
Greta brought them into the upper level main room where two women and a man were playing in front of a small group of about twenty. Sofas and futons filled the large space; a St. Andrew’s cross was attached to the wall.
“Those three are on my staff.” She kept her voice low, so Carly leaned close to hear her. “After the show, my team will mingle. Some engage in sex with members; others don’t. I leave it up to the individual to decide. Guests play until two in the morning, when the festivities end.”
Though aroused by the tantalizing performance, Carly’s focus shifted from one person to the next. Internado wasn’t there. Though disappointed, she couldn’t stop the rush of endorphins as she returned her attention to the live sex show.
One of the women was lying on plush blankets near a gas fireplace. She wore a crotchless corset, her breasts exposed. A garter belt tugged at her fishnet stockings.
The second woman, wearing a baby doll nightie, had her face between the first woman’s legs, her ass in the air while the man knelt behind her, thrusting. Initially, Carly couldn’t tell if the sex was real or simulated, but when the man withdrew, her breath hitched. This was the ultimate in naughty, and she loved every filthy second of it. She turned to Ashton. He was waiting, his gaze fixed on hers, lust pouring from his eyes.
He nuzzled close. “You like, Mrs. Black?”
She moistened her lips. More than the show, she liked that he was by her side to watch it.
Greta didn’t let them stick around long enough to watch the climactic finale. Curling her thin fingers around Carly’s arm, she ushered them into a room marked “Salon”. Besides the futon covered with a bright, white sheet, a fluffy down comforter and two pillows, there was an oversized chair large enough for two. In the corner, a door opened to a bathroom.
“This is one of two aftercare salons,” Greta explained before continuing on.
They passed an open door marked “Powder Room” and stopped in front of a small bedroom. “I have two privacy rooms.” She flashed a red manicured fingernail across the hall to a similar room. “Some members don’t like an audience. Here they can play alone or invite a third person or a couple to join them.”
“Very nice,” Carly replied.
Greta faced them. “You won’t find anything more upscale or discreet than my club. You’re welcome to stay and watch, but I don’t permit prospective members to play on their first visit. I’ll be in the lounge on the first floor. See me before you leave.”
With a tight smile, she disappeared down the stairs.
Carly leaned up and whispered in Ash’s ear. “Let’s make one more pass through.” He threaded his fingers through hers and a burst of warmth traveled up her arm. Together, they checked out the entire top floor. Both aftercare salons and the private rooms weren’t in use, so they returned to the playroom.
The show had ended, but the smell of sex hung heavy in the air. Guests mingled, but most had gotten busy getting to know each other. One couple had parked themselves in the corner. The man’s pants pooled around his ankles while a woman knelt before him. She feasted on him with such slow, deliberate strokes that Carly’s breath hitched. More times than she could count, she’d imagined taking Ash into her mouth and sucking him to the edge of ecstasy. Then, when she was ready to give him what he desperately needed, she would send him hurtling over the edge. Sex here could be fun. Sex anywhere with Ashton would be crazy hot.
As much as she wanted to get caught up in the hedonistic fun, she was there to do a job. Find Internado. But it appeared the senator wasn’t there.
As Ash stroked her bottom, her insides throbbed for a release. “I need you.” The edginess in his voice made her go wet.
Framed by the dark mask, his feral eyes glowed wildly. The animal in him had been unleashed. How could she resist the one man she desperately wanted?
I can’t.
He wrapped his arms around her and she nestled close. His long, hard shaft pressed against her tummy and her insides hummed with a need she couldn’t refuse. As if freed from the mayhem that had become their lives, they got lost in each other’s eyes.
His mouth found hers and their smoldering desire ignited into a blaze. He kissed her with a roughness that rocked her to her toes. His throaty groan vibrated through her, landing in the sweet spot between her legs. She ground against him, relishing in his hardness, in the power of his kiss, and the strength of his touch.
Gasping for breath, she broke away. The sensual haze was like a drug. He kissed her again, this time with tenderness. “You are delicious in every conceivable way,” he whispered.
So are you, Ash.
For a split second, she’d forgotten she was working. Was his kiss an act? This feels so real.
