“God, yes.”
With her clinging to him, he gripped her hips and thrust again and again, the euphoria spreading over him like a wildfire. Panting, he gasped, “You are fucking delicious.”
They peered into each other’s eyes, drunk from the primal passion.
She silenced her garbled cry when her mouth found his again. “Too good. I’m gonna—” Her insides tightened around him as she convulsed and moaned in his arms.
He ground hard against her, pumping until his passion exploded and ecstasy overtook him. Their embrace was a maelstrom of tongues and teeth, of biting and growling. The intensity of their coupling had him soaring. When their orgasms subsided, she dropped her forehead on his, panting in his arms.
“You are so special to me, Mrs. Black.” Even sleuthing at a kink club, he couldn’t hold back his true feelings.
Her sexy, just-fucked smile slayed him.
They stared at each other, the truth as plain as the love in her eyes. Regardless of where they were and what they were doing, they were each other’s missing piece. Only they’d never been missing. They’d been right in front of each other the entire time.
Seconds later, Carly’s attention was diverted and he followed her gaze. The door to the private room opened and two couples entered the playroom, one of them being the woman who’d approached them downstairs.
They’d struck out again. “Where the hell is he?” Maverick murmured, frustration tingeing his tone.
“We’ll find him.”
For another precious moment, they stayed tucked away in the corner. Again, Carly peered over his shoulder, then back into his eyes. “He’s here,” she whispered.
That smacked him back to reality. “Hold on to me, babe. I’m putting you down.”
As soon as he did, she nuzzled his neck. “Over your left shoulder,” she whispered.
Maverick zipped up. “Did we catch his attention?”
“Oh, yeah. We’ll pass him on the way to an aftercare salon.” Carly closed her crotch, then zipped up the latex suit, but left enough to give Internado an eyeful. Maverick didn’t want that pig leering at his woman. Shielding her, he zipped her up.
“Don’t you want to give him something to look at?”
He tipped her chin, brushed his lips to hers. “No.”
As she adjusted her mask, she pressed the center sequin. With clasped hands, they made their way toward one of the salons as Maverick zeroed in on his target.
George Internado.
His impressive disguise consisted of a salt and pepper toupee along with a matching beard and moustache. Like Maverick, he wore a black mask, black pants, and a black dress shirt. Had he been just another guy at this kink party, Maverick would have joked about their identical clothes. But there was nothing funny about this situation. Nothing funny at all.
Internado had zeroed in on Carly. His sleazy gaze had Maverick holding her closer. It took all his restraint to walk past the asshole and not deck him.
“Excuse me,” Internado said to Carly as Maverick activated his video watch.
“Hey, how are ya this evenin’?” Carly spoke an octave higher.
“You’re new to Greta’s, aren’t you?” Internado’s attention lingered on her chest and his creepy smile made the hairs on the back of Maverick’s neck prickle.
“Tryin’ out the club. Lookin’ to turn up the heat, ya know?”
He hadn’t even glanced in Maverick’s direction, which was to their advantage. No need for the two men to have a stare down.
“How do you like it so far?”
“S’okay.” Then, she leaned closer. “Not as dark as I was hopin’.” She squeezed Maverick’s hand. “Good chattin’ with ya.” And with that, they moved on.
Once behind the closed door of the aftercare salon, she pulled him close. “Could be cameras in here.”
