She kissed him, relishing how their lips melded together, how natural it felt being with him in this kinky environment.
They returned to the main floor and waited while Greta finished talking with an employee. Carly looked everywhere but at him. Her defenses were crumpling and she would break if she didn’t keep her emotions in check. He held her hand, stroking her skin with his thumb. His performance so convincing, she believed they were a married couple, deeply in love.
“Hey.” His husky voice vibrated through her. His gaze drilled into her. He squeezed her hand while the ends of his mouth curved in the most delicious way. Even masked and wearing the ridiculous wig, his beauty shone through, like a beacon in a stormy sea. Resisting him was futile.
He nuzzled her neck and dropped a soft kiss on her shoulder. “I love the way you smell.” Lifting their entwined hands, he kissed hers.
Her heart leapt, her pulse picked up, and her body yearned for his. Ash’s ability to turn her inside out required little effort on his part.
“Watching you two gives me hope that true love still exists,” Greta said, interrupting their fiery connection. Her hand was on her heart, a sincere smile touching her eyes. “My line of work is exciting and provocative, but it’s also hardened me. Members are eager to play with someone new. My gut tells me your love will last.” Her eyes flitted between them. “But enough of romance. Did you like my club?”
“At first pass, we did,” Carly said.
“Delightful.” Greta plucked a business card from the tray, jotted something on it, and handed it to her. “My website. Enter the password I wrote down to access the members-only section. Your two-week trial starts when you set up your account.”
“When are your parties and what type of events do you offer?” Carly asked.
“I host parties on Fridays and Saturdays that begin with a sex show. Every other Friday includes a theme. And Thursday events are by invitation only.”
Hmm, invitation only. She shifted her attention to Ashton who, in true form, gave nothing away. They told her they’d be back and Greta appeared delighted to hear that.
In silence, they walked to the car.
Before Maverick opened the passenger door for Carly, he peered down at her. She was scorching hot in that number and he had to have her. He tipped her chin, dipped down, and kissed her. Her soft moan sent streaks of desire racing through him.
On the way home, they removed their masks.
“I was disappointed Internado wasn’t there,” Carly said.
“Me, too, babe.”
“My money is on that locked basement or the invitation-only events.” The conviction in her voice filled him with hope.
As soon as they stepped into the cabin, the air shifted, her heavenly scent surrounding him. He captured her in his arms and kissed her, their collective moans roaring in his ears. Her husky sounds and impassioned kisses drove him wild.
Breathing hard, she broke away and stared into his eyes with half-hooded lids. She tugged off his wig and raked her hands through his hair, then pulled off her own wig and freed her wild mane from the pins.
Every bone, every muscle craved her. He kissed her again, their tongues colliding in an explosive embrace. The raging fire that burned inside him was out of control. He had to have her. Had to feel her skin on his, her mouth on his, her body on his.
“I need you, Ash. Take me on the sofa.” Her words tumbled out, her warm breath heating his face. She fished a condom from his pocket. “Take off your pants.”
Lifting her, he set her gently on the sofa. Even separated from her for a few seconds was too much. He dropped his pants and his erection jutted out. “Tell me what you want.”
She patted the cushion. “Sit.”
The second he did, she straddled him. “I need this. I need you.” She rolled on the condom, then dipped down and kissed him.
Her lips were soft; her kiss was not. Raw and untamed, she stroked his tongue while her sexy, throaty coos filled his ears.
He squeezed her shoulders, stroked her back. She slowed the kiss, then, gasping for breath, she stared into his eyes.
She shuddered in a breath. “Yes?”
“Always, yes.” He couldn’t stop touching her, his hands roving hungrily over her sexy body.
Still in her dress, she rose up and gripped him like a gearshift, like he was already hers to do with as she damn well pleased whenever she damn well wanted.
Fucking nirvana.
