Page 31 of Stroke of Luck

Othello chuckles but gestures for him to go on.

“We’re going to Tao nightclub!”

Holy fucking shit! That place is crazy expensive to get into, not to mention one of the hottest places in Chicago. This is going to be a great night!

It doesn’t take us long to get to the club since we’re already on the same side of town. I keep bouncing in my seat, thrilled to be doing something so spontaneous and fun. I grin over at Enzo, remembering the days that I used to drag him out to party with me. Nothing of what I’ve remembered has told me if I still live life on the edge like that, but in my heart I know pushing boundaries is something I’ll always do.

“Now, we can’t have you going to party in a dress like that, so it looks like you’re going to need to change,” Paolo informs me, far too pleased with himself as he hands me a bag with a designer label on the outside.

Taking it, I peek inside and frown, not really sure what it’s supposed to be. Once I hold it up, I start laughing.

“Do the rest of them know you got this? I don’t really think they’ll let me out of the car wearing it,” I chuckle.

It’s a neon pink lace romper with an open back and a deep V in the front. It will cover everything important, but not much more than that.

“Firefly, what’s the fun in having a stunningly gorgeous woman if you can’t show her off and make everyone jealous?”

Remo reaches out to snatch the outfit from me, but I clutch it to my chest. “No touching.”

“Coniglietto, if you do not want to have someone dead by the end of tonight, I suggest you don’t wear that,” Remo growls.

Taking a moment, I look at all the others, noticing that none seem too pleased at the idea of me changing, which makes me want to do it all the more. Standing up, I plop myself on Paolo’s lap and lean back to kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you for the outfit. Mind helping a girl out with her zipper?”

Paolo smiles, reaching up to brush my hair over my shoulder and out of the way. “Firefly, that is a request I will never turn down. Peeling you out of clothes is almost as much fun as putting them on you.”

“I was afraid this was going to happen,” Enzo groans, rubbing his forehead with his hand. “These two are going to be the death of me.”

Once the zipper’s down, I wiggle out of the dress so I’m only in my strapless bra and undies.

Paolo, without hesitation, unhooks my bra and tosses it at Enzo’s head. “Babe, relax a little, will you? What could happen with the five of us here, hmm?”

Enzo scowls at him, not even bothering to answer.

Quickly, I wriggle into the romper and lift my hair for Paolo to tie the back of it. When he finishes, he lets his hand wander slowly down my back and places a gentle kiss between my shoulder blades. I shiver as sparks of lust flicker across my skin at his touch, making me lean back so I can kiss him properly. Paolo groans, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against him so my ass is rubbing on his dick. Even though I’ve had multiple orgasms today, I still crave them every time they touch me. Never have I felt this with my other partners over the years—there’s something about these men that calls to me.

“For the love of god and the blue balls I already have, please tell me we have our private area,” Giorgi groans, sinking back against his seat. “Guess I shouldn’t be too worried, though, since we own the place. I have no problem kicking anyone out.”

His question piques my interest. “Now why on earth would you need that?”

Giorgi looks at me with a wicked grin. “Because I plan to get my hands all over that sexy body of yours, and I don’t want anyone else to see your face as I make you come.”

Fuck me, that might be the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me. My body burns with desire, dreaming of him fingering me under the table or eating me out. Either would work for me—I’m not picky. I bite my lip as I think about blowing him in return for all the hard work he’ll put in.

“Do you like that idea, baby girl?” Othello purrs into my ear before he nips at my earlobe. “Do you want us to ravish you, claim you in a way to make sure everyone knows you’re ours?”

My whole body shakes at his words, my pussy begging for what he’s offering. “God yes, I want that.”

“Only good girls get rewarded,” he warns, trailing a finger down my cheek. “Do you think you can be a good girl for us and not get into any trouble?”

I gulp, knowing that I don’t mean to get in trouble, it just always seems to happen to me. “I’ll try.”

Othello presses a kiss to my lips, nipping at my bottom lip as he pulls away. “That’s my girl.”

The limo is full of sexual tension as we pull up outside the club, making everyone shift and adjust themselves as the driver opens the door for us.

“Are we sure we still want to do this?” Giorgi asks. “I’m good to go home and have a fucking orgy at this point.”