Page 54 of LA King

“It’s ten p.m.”

“I have nothing to wear.”

I climb off the bed and pull her up with me. She shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other, but her brown eyes are sparkling with excitement. “We’re only going to a club, Alana. Wear a skirt and a tank top.” I slap her on the ass. “Now go get dressed and I’ll take you dancing.”

She rewards me with a wide, genuine smile that makes my heart race. Then she heads to the bathroom, wiggling her sexy ass as she goes. My dick twitches just watching her.

What the fuck am I doing here? I’m dangerously close to straying into a more-than-sex arrangement. This feels like a date. Can I date my wife?

She pops her head out of the bathroom, beaming. “Just give me twenty minutes and I’ll be ready. Okay?” she asks like she thinks I might change my mind.

I nod.

Looks like I’m taking my wife on a date.

We head to the private VIP area of the club, and I slide into the booth beside Alana. A waitress brings over a couple glasses, an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne, and one with a bottle of vodka.

Alana glances around wide-eyed, her head on a swivel. “This is nothing like the clubs I’m used to,” she shouts over the thumping music.

Why haven’t I done this before now? Alana is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I find that I like showing her off. I like that other people see her and want what they absolutely cannot fucking have. Because she is mine.

The Naked Flame is the hottest club in LA. Even on a weeknight, it’s packed. It’s a hot spot for the LA elite. People with more money than sense think nothing of dropping a few thousand dollars a night in the place. And being here with my wife, with the bass pounding through my muscles and her sitting next to me in her tiny little skirt while we’re surrounded by hundreds of people is making me harder than iron.

I press my mouth to her ear. “Take off your panties, princesa.”

She blinks at me. “Here?”

I nod. “Si. Here. Now.”

She glances around nervously. Although the club is packed, we’re in the most secluded part of it, behind a rope that’s guarded by four of my men. She chews on her lower lip for a few seconds, and then she discreetly removes her panties.

I hold out my hand, and she places them in my palm. Resisting the urge to press them to my face and inhale her sweet scent, I stuff them into my pocket instead and pour us each a glass of champagne.

She sips hers delicately, her feet tapping and her shoulders moving to the music, her eyes on the dance floor. “I love watching people dance,” she declares.

I slip an arm around her waist and pull her closer. “Aren’t you going to dance for me?”

She laughs and holds up her glass. “I think I’ll need a few more of these first.”

“Then drink up. There’s plenty more where that came from. Or are you unable to handle your champagne as well as your Scotch?”

Her brown eyes narrow, and her tongue darts out to wet her luscious lower lip. I knew she’d see that as the challenge it was. She chugs the whole glass of champagne and holds it out for a refill. I fill it for her, and while she’s still focused on the people around us, I can do nothing but watch her. She leans back against the seat with a contented smile on her face.

My eyes are drawn to her thighs. Her skirt is so short it barely covers her ass cheeks when she’s sitting like this. And I know exactly what else is under there. My obsession. My nirvana. Just inches away. I can still smell and taste her from earlier in my study, and it’s driving me wild.

I slide my free hand between her thighs, running my fingertips along her warm, soft skin.

Her breath catches in her throat and her champagne glass trembles in her hand. Undeterred, I probe further, gliding my hand all the way to her pussy and sliding two fingers through her center. She’s already wet. My dirty little princesa. I angle my body to shield her from view as I slip a finger inside her.

She groans loudly at first, then seems to remember where we are. “Alex, please don’t,” she says even as her hips rock into my finger.

“Don’t what?”

“Please don’t make me come in the middle of this club.”

I brush my thumb over her clit and she shivers. “Relax, Alana. No one can see us here.” I kiss her neck and she shivers again.

Her hand grips my forearm, fingers clawing at my suit jacket as I slowly slide my finger in and out of her dripping wet opening. “But they might have security cameras here recording us.”