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Apologizing and not proving to me that he didn’t cheat doesn’t help. He needs to talk to me.
The next few weeks at the club, I get closer to Kid. We talk every week. We finally draw up and sign a contract, and when I’m ready, we’ll be together.
I know I should just divorce Decklan, but why? He cheated on me; I owe him one.
With my bag in the car, I drive to Club Wonderland, knowing full well I’m about to cheat on my marriage. At this point I just don’t care anymore. I tried to reignite things between Deck and me. I was angry that night at the club with him, and wanted to hurt him emotionally, but deep down, I wanted us to find our way back. I thought we’d made some progress with our therapy assignment, but after catching D messing around in his office, I was wrong. Again.
I pull into the private garage, park my car and slip on my mask before walking into the basement level of Club Wonderland. Making my way to the dressing room, my heart races like a lion chasing her prey. I’m nervous and excited for my first night with Kid.
He’s been so patient with me the past couple of weeks that I feel he deserves more from me. I know I don’t have to give him anything, but I want to. I want him.
When I’m done dressing and putting on my makeup for the night, I leave the room. Waiting for the elevator doors to open, I twist my long locks around my fingers. Nervousness fills me and I jump back when the doors ding, then slide open.
Leaning against the back wall of the elevator is Kid wearing a mischievous grin. He steps toward me, holding out his hand.
Smiling back at him, I place my hand in his and walk toward him. I slide my other hand up his firm body, to his smooth jawline.
He reaches for the control panel and presses the ‘M.’ The doors slide shut, and our ride up one floor begins.
Our eyes meet, our lips lock in a heated kiss. Tongues tangling as we let loose the passion that’s built up over the past few weeks. But I don’t want this night to be a hard, physical fuck. No, I need tenderness. I need to connect with Kid’s passionate side. His soft side.
The elevator dings and we break our kiss, saving the best for when we’re alone in our private room.
He leads me to the bar as before and orders me a Manhattan. We walk to the center of the main room. Glancing upward, I see the V signal on the high ceiling. I don’t look up where I know the Voyeur is sitting, I want to give him a show tonight before acknowledging his presence.
I walk with Kid to a black velour chaise in the middle of all the different stations. I never pay attention to what the other couples, throuples, and groups of people do around us. Kid is always my focus.
Lying down on the chaise, I place my drink on the small side table as Kid takes my hand in his again.
He kisses each of my fingertips. The back of my hand. My palm, my wrist, then trails his soft lips up my forearm, stopping at my elbow.
He peers up at me with his sweet hazel eyes, then drags his tongue up my bicep, over my shoulder, and along my neck.
I let out a giggle as his warm breath enters my ear. Grabbing his tight body, I yank him onto me and wrap my legs around him.
His hands cup my shoulders as his mouth claims mine. Our kiss picks up where we left off in the elevator. His tongue darts between my lips, finding mine.
My legs squeeze him tighter as his arms wrap around me.
Lifting me with him as he sits upright on the chaise, he doesn’t break our kiss. He deepens it when he moves one hand to the back of my head. Fisting my hair, he holds me firmly, kissing me like no one ever has. His deep desire for me grows beneath me. His rock-hard cock practically busts out of his costume against my aching pussy.
We kiss and grope one another just for the Voyeur to enjoy. Our true desires will unfold once we are alone together in our room.
Breaking our kiss, I whisper in Kid’s ear, “Let’s give our watcher one last good show, baby.” He smiles sinfully and stands from the chaise, holding me on his body.
We both turn and glance up to where the Voyeur is perched. He lifts his glass of whatever he’s drinking and tips it toward us. We both wave his way.
I release my tight grip on Kid’s body and toss my body back.
His grip around my waist holds me firmly so I know I won’t fall from him.
My head whips around wildly as Kid plants kisses all over my stomach. Pulling me back up to him, his lips find my neck and he sucks on me.
Letting out a squeal of delight, I fall back onto him and wrap my arms around his neck, resting my head on his broad shoulders. I glance upward again. The Voyeur is standing and watching us intently. Lifting my arm toward him, I wave, then tumble my fingers into my palm.
I say to Kid, “The show is over. Take me to our room.”
Obediently, he holds me tight around my waist, carrying me on him, and ambles toward the far side of the main room where our private room is located.
