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Along with our club name and cuffs, we were handed an envelope containing a colourful card with a bar code. Once we scan it against one of the iPads near the elevator, it will show our room number and the location of said room.

Classy.

“You’re too eager for your own good,” Arianne says.

“Are you kidding me?” Phoebe says. “I’m about to get down and dirty with my man under the same roof as Hollywood royalty. I love you guys, but I don’t want to hang out here and talk when I could be doing something a lot more interesting with my mouth.”

I’m shocked by her candor.

“Please, Phoebe, tell us how you really feel,” Arianne says.

“Horny as hell.” Phoebe doesn’t miss a beat. She has no filters. “Catch you later,amigas.” She waves and struts off with a confident swing in her step.

Arianne stares at her receding form, stunned.

“I’m sorry. I have no explanation for her,” she says.

“Although that was a lot more information than I needed to know, she does have a good point. I’m dying to see my man,” I say.

“Far from it for me to keep you away from your man for one more second than necessary.” Arianne offers a complicit smile. “I’m going to runup and enjoy mine.”

“Let the party begin.” I borrow Phoebe’s words. “Have a sexy night.”

“Right back at ya.” Arianne winks.

I weave my way through the crowd.

The trepidation of excitement skyrockets every time my eyes land on a couple interlaced in a naughty embrace.

Chapter 42

Rhys

I’m way too impatient to suffer through the opening party. I’m desperate for alone time with my girl. I agreed to not see her until we arrive at the club, as long as we bypass the warm-up session downstairs and jump right into action behind closed doors. If she wants to soak in the vibe, we can always go downstairs when I’m finished ravishing her body. Once people satiate their carnal desires, the mood changes. It goes from feral to mellow.

Since we’re not allowed to use our phones inside the club, my girl sent me a text right before getting out of the Rolls-Royce. She should be here soon.

I pace the luxuriously decorated room, a tumbler of scotch in hand. When the distinctive sound of the door opening echoes, I rush to it. Keira pushes it open, steps into the room, and closes it behind her.

My heart fucking stops.

“Holy shit, you’re hot.” The words spill from my lips.

She smiles wide.

Hazel-green eyes brush over my body. “You look handsome.”

“Please,” I say. “My navy-blue silk pyjamas don’t hold a candle to the cock-hardening combo you’re wearing. First thing Monday morning, I need to find out if I can buy stocks for French Appliqué. If I can’t, I may have to consider buying the business.”

She gives me a twirl. “You like?”

I drink up every delicious inch of her little body.

The bright-pink silk chemise is quite short, but the robe that hits her right below the knee balances things nicely.

“I want to see you. Take off the robe.”

She does as she’s told and throws it to the nearby armchair.