“Ugh, too sensitive,” she hisses, yanking on my hair.
“Such a bossy princess.” I chuckle and pull free of her pussy before bringing my fingers to my lips. Her panties snap back into place, and she whimpers the sexiest little sound.
“That’s so hot,” she says, watching me suck her slick from my skin. “Why is that so sexy?”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “Because you know I can’t get enough of you?”
“Maybe.” She pulls her knees from my shoulders.
I pop up and plant my hands on the counter on either side of her, caging her in. “I don’t think you’re ready for how thoroughly I’m going to use you once we make it back to the nest.”
She trembles and grabs a handful of my shirt, pulling my mouth to hers.
The kiss is frantic and uncoordinated, and our teeth bump, but she can get away with it because she’s cute.
An unreal feeling pulses in my chest as she attacks me with her tongue. When I first met her, I thought she’d be cold and reserved—which couldn’t be further from the truth.
She’s transparent when it comes to her feelings, and it makes me want to be worthy of her.
Shit.
I’m in deeper than I should be when she’s married to another man.
Moretti shoves off the opposite wall as Vanessa and I pop out of the bathroom. I have my arm around her lower back, and I don’t remove it, even as his glare intensifies.
His nostrils flare, and his eyes flick away dismissively as he says, “You smell like my wife.” A lazy smile crosses his face as he refocuses on Vanessa. “Feel better, darling? You certainly look more relaxed.”
“Magnum took good care of me,” she replies, fluttering her lashes at him. “Can we go home now?”
“We have one more stop, I’m afraid.” Moretti plucks her away from me by wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her out of my hold. “It’ll be quick. No more than an hour, and I promise, I’ll get you home to snuggle the rest of the night away.”
Luminescence is a ridiculous name, but the ambiance and energy are exactly what someone would hope to find when visiting a nightclub. If I was out with friends, trying to find chicks, it’s the type of place I would pop into knowing it’d be easy to find someone for a night.
The bottom floor of the club has a square bar in the middle, lined with barstools, and other areas that are standing-room only for ordering drinks. The far wall has a stage, but it’s dark at the moment, so there’s no telling what kind of performances they put on.
Large dance floors line two of the corners, and the place is packed to the point I wonder what the fire marshal would have to say about how many people are currently in the club.
The building is five stories, and all the upper floors have balconies that look out over the club. They jut out over the open space without any pattern, aside from there being two per floor.
It’s an interesting setup, allowing for multiple VIP sections. I’m sure they all have their own vibes and themes.
Moretti leads us into one such area on the third floor. The balcony sticks out from the east wall, and the other on the third floor pokes out from the south. You’d think they’d be from opposite directions, and alternate based on the floor, but the design makes it unique.
I’d bet it’s even cooler if you’re on the bottom floor, looking up at the LED lights that frame the bottom of the balconies.
Moretti keeps Vanessa close to his side as he approaches the small bar on the left wall. “There’s no one here who will rat you out. You can have a drink if you’d like.”
“I’m anxious, but I don’t think I should drink,” Vanessa says, and I barely catch it over the obnoxiously loud music that spills up from the dance floor below. “I’d love to relax. I just think I’ve been relying on alcohol a little too much lately.”
“That’s a very mature realization to come to,” Moretti says. “Give me a second. I might be able to find something else for you to try.” He releases Vanessa, stepping over to talk to the bartender in hushed tones.
I slide up behind her, resting my chin on her shoulder as I tease my hand around her middle. “I just wanted you to know, that dress makes your ass look fantastic.” I kiss her cheek, and her left hand comes to rest over mine. The massive rock on her finger glints in the strobe lights, and I battle a fair amount of jealousy.
Moretti steps back over, holding something cupped in the palm of his hand. “How do you feel about gummies?”
“Weed?” she sputters. “Won’t that make me sleepy?”
I chuckle. “Maybe after a few hours.”
