Chapter One
Abigail Gardner couldn’tbelieve she was in a sex club on a rare Friday night off.First, she rarely had a Friday off, or any night for that matter.Working as a PA to Roman Brown was demanding work.He expected excellence at every turn, and he didn’t leave room for error.She’d been his PA now for nearly four years.She got the job after his last PA messed up accounts and was caught attempting to steal from him, as well as blackmail him.There was a lot going on four years ago, and Abigail applied for the position and got it.
Her boyfriend at the time hadn’t been happy.It meant she was suddenly earning more than him, as he’d been securing his reputation in a law firm.She worked longer hours and traveled the world.None of that mattered, because a year ago, she walked into their shared apartment to find him balls-deep into his secretary.She ended it right there and then, and much to her surprise, without much feeling.
Brad, her ex, had never been supportive of her.All he’d done was attempt to suck her dry.Each time she came home, he would complain about everything.They hadn’t slept together in over sixth months prior to it ending.His parting words to her, as she held open the door, were that she was a frigid, prudish, boring bitch.He literally said all three of those words.
One year later, giving herself a chance to get over him, even though there was not a lot to get over, now she was in a sex club.She didn’t know how she found this place, or that it even existed, yet here she stood at the bar, drinking pure orange juice, watching the open displays all around her.
She’d never been in a sex club.Over the years she’d been curious about them, but Brad had always said they didn’t need anything but each other.The sex with Brad had been okay.She figured she had a higher sex drive than him, and feelings had started to develop, so she got into a routine.
There was no routine now.
Even though she loved sex, she’d never just randomly slept with men.It’s what made this experience so insane.
Standing in her lacy red-and-black dress, she watched one of the displays as a woman kissed her way down a man’s body.His shirt was already off, and within a few seconds, she’d eased the man’s cock out of his pants, and he was rock-hard.Right there, in front of everyone, Abigail watched the woman take him into her mouth.He growled, sinking his fingers into her hair.
All of their faces were masked.On her entrance, the man at the door had said admission was for mask only.It would be her choice, if she wished to remove her mask once inside.She noticed some people already had, and others were still covered.
She liked being hidden.
She took a sip of her orange juice and felt someone come close to her.
“It’s a delightful scene, isn’t it?”
Abigail frowned, because something about that voice seemed familiar.She turned to look at a masked figure, and there was something still vaguely familiar about him, but she couldn’t put her finger on the why.
“Yes, it is.”
“Your first time?”he asked.
“How could you guess?”
“You’re watching.First timers like to watch, to see if this is the kind of club for them.”
She liked his voice.“Is it the kind of club for you?”
“Yes.I like to watch,” he said.
Abigail looked at him, and she marveled at the fact he ran his gaze down her body and back again.Part of her expected him to walk away.She was all curves, thick thighs, a fuller tummy, and she didn’t even want to discuss the size of her ass.She no longer hated her curves but had learned to embrace them.At thirty years old, she’d been on every single diet and exercise plan there was.She had never just accepted her body the way it was, until now.
This is what she’d been trying for a couple of years now.She didn’t care what the size tag said in her clothes, only that she looked good in what she purchased.She no longer attempted to drown herself in clothes that were too big.
“Would you like a tour?”he asked.
The old Abigail would have told him no, but tonight was about new experiences, and she was shocked by her instant hit of attraction to this man.He didn’t crowd her space.He’d not offered to buy her a drink.
“Yes, I’d like that,” she said.
“Good.”He held his hand out for her.“I promise I won’t bite, unless you ask for it.”
Abigail frowned, but then she placed her hand in his.
Her mystery man took her on a tour of the sex club, which was filled with many rooms.There was a larger bar, as well as dance floor, and a lot of couples in many different stages of nakedness.
“This is where strangers can meet and hook up in a safe environment.Everyone is vetted prior to arrival.There are couples as well, who like to spice up their love life, and add a third or even a fourth person.”
When Abigail got married, she had no interest in sharing her man—or herself—with anyone else.
