“You asking her out?”
“You know my life is complicated. Plus, I’ve got Sammy. She’s so young. I’d hate for her to get attached, especially if things didn’t work out. It’s just easier to chill here.”
The two men sat in a comfortable silence sipping their drinks. When Stryker finished his, he pushed out of the booth. “Stay out of trouble.”
Dakota tossed his friend a nod. “Not possible.”
As Stryker walked away, Dakota’s phone buzzed with a message from club management. “It’s Providence. You connected with Venus.”
“Thanks for helping me out,” he replied.
Dakota checked Venus’s club profile. Though there was no photo, she, too, was into sensory play and role play. Venus identified as a “she” and was into men, but her decision to do anything sexual—kissing, oral, and penetration—was made on a case-by-case basis.
Tonight, she’ll be doing all three.
If the mystery womanwasProvidence, he’d play along. But if Venus was a different clubber, he could beg out if he didn’t want to play. Communication and consent were key, and a member could change his or her mind at any point during a connection.
He reserved the Greed room, pinged Venus for a connection, and added a personal note. “Venus, meet me in the lounge on L2. Wear a mask that doesn’t cover your mouth. Your profile says kissing is optional. Let’s make it mandatory.” He sent the message and finished his drink.
A moment later, his phone binged. Venus had accepted his connection and replied to his private message. “I’m into fantasy sex. Let’s role play it’s your b’day and I’m going to make all your wishes come true. See you in 10. It’s your Lucky night. I’m in the mood for kissing a sexy stranger.”
His breath hitched.She knows it’s me.
In all the years he’d played at The Dungeon, no woman had ever suggested fantasy sex. His pulse kicked up speed. He couldn’t wait to see who showed up.
A few moments later, she slinked into view. As she made her way over to the table, adrenaline surged through him. She’d changed into a black, leather corset and ass-hugging leather shorty shorts.
Holy fuck. She looks phenomenal. My God, she’s gorgeous.
The long dark wig and simple, black mask couldn’t conceal the truth. Her piercing gray eyes and pouty lips made it evident. His mystery womanwasProvidence and he was flat-out thrilled to see her. Pushing out of the booth, he greeted her with a peck on her cheek. “Hello, Venus.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders, leaned up, and whispered, “Happy birthday, Maximus.” Her mouth grazed against his ear and a thrill surged through him.
“You look incredible,” he murmured.
Her brief smile halted his breath. “You, too.” She’d resurrected the subtle southern accent, but it was the fire in her eyes that claimed his undivided attention.
“Please,” he said as he gestured to the booth.
She slid in. Rather than sitting across from her, he sat beside her.
As he reveled in her beauty and sex appeal, a calmness came over him. Time stood still. The trending video didn’t matter. The pounding beat of the music became background noise and the mingling bodies searching for a connection faded away. All that mattered was this woman. This stunning, headstrong woman. She lit a fire inside him that burned like the scorching sun.
The server set down two sparkling waters and left.
Providence lifted the glass and sipped. “I ordered these because I want you sober.”
Her sultry smile sent him soaring to the damn moon. “I’ve got to touch you, but I need your permission.”
“You have it. If I don’t like something, I’ll stop you.”
Laying his hand over her thigh, he murmured, “Let’s choose a safe word.”
She leaned close and whispered, “I don’t want to play things safe. I don’t want a word and I don’t want rules. This is like free falling without a parachute. Just for tonight.”
“Jesus.” He kissed her.
The air turned turbulent and chaotic. He couldn’t resist the pull and he kissed her again. Their lips met in a tender embrace, but the desire ripping through him was anything but tender. His muscles tightened and he grew hard in his pants.
