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She didn’t get the big deal. Yeah, he was her boss but they were both adults. Anyone acquainted with Spencer knew nepotism would never be a factor in his world. He did everything by the book, always.
Even so, her annoyance at his behavior was mitigated by the fact he’d so wanted to see her he’d risked supposed exposure. He’d even held her hand for a couple minutes across the table, discreetly hidden by the napkin dispenser. His concerns were almost cute, if viewed in the right way.
She really wanted to view them the right way, rather than get pissed he was freaked out at the possibility of being seen with her.
Before they parted, he kissed her—a real kiss, with tongue and wandering hands—shielded by a large fake tropical plant. His hot dark eyes never left hers while he ensured she’d be at Kink later that night and she merely nodded, incapable of speech. He’d whispered to her what he wanted to do in front of everyone, how he wanted to show her off, and she wasn’t about to deny him.
This was it. She was going to have full-on public sex.
By the time Kelly pulled up to the club, her case of nerves had reached epic proportions. Why full sex vexed her when she’d already been draped all over Spencer for the world to see, she didn’t know. But public penetration seemed different. More intense. Hotter. Almost as if they’d taken things to another level.
And maybe she needed to lay off the snack cupcakes she’d been scarfing since dinner, because clearly excess sugar was making her loopy.
Trying not to drag her feet, she took her spot at the end of the line, which already extended halfway across the parking lot. Apparently, Saturday night was all right for sexin’ too.
“Kelly Crossman? No fucking way.”
She stared ahead and hoped the ground would swallow her up. She recognized that slightly high-pitched voice. Just who she wanted to run into at Kink—an ex-boyfriend.
She’d dated Paul Grimes briefly in college. He also had the dubious distinction of being her first lover.
She hadn’t seen him in years. Naturally he’d show up tonight. Here.
“Paul.” She turned and gave him her brightest smile. Then the smile died. Holy fuck, who was this gorgeous hulking specimen? The Paul she’d known had been kinda slight and not fully grown into his body yet. His hair had been prone to sticking out at odd angles and he hadn’t been a great dresser. They’d been lab partners who became good friends. Then even better friends. Even if her first time hadn’t been spectacular, they’d had a decent time together. “Wow. Paul.”
He laughed and gave her a slow, thorough up-and-down look. The kind of look that told her he wanted to get on extremely friendly terms with her again. “Right back at you. Where’d you get all those curves?”
“Weight-on shakes,” she said without thinking.
He grinned. “Well, whatever the reason, you look good, Kel. Really good.”
“Thanks, you too.” She shifted forward as the line moved, her pleasure at seeing him transforming into distress. This wasn’t her new pal Gary from the other night. She couldn’t play games with him she didn’t intend to finish.
Maybe she’d misread his signals and he was only happy to see an old friend.
“So you here to meet someone?” His hand found her hip, about two inches from her ass.
So much for that hope.
“Yes.” She bit her lip. “I sort of have a…lover.” Not boyfriend. That was a term Spencer would never wear comfortably.
“A sort of lover. And he lets you come here alone?”
“He doesn’t let me do anything. It’s not the 1800s.” Her ire comforted her as she slid out of reach of Paul’s groping hand. “But I usually meet him here.”
“I see.”
Did he? Moments like this reminded her why she found this whole situation so odd. It wasn’t normal to visit a sex club as casually as if you were going to the movies.
Maybe she just had too many hang-ups. Hell, it seemed as though everyone and their cousin thought Kink was the place to be.
She lifted her hair off the back of her neck as the line moved. “What about you?”
“Single and loving it.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He smiled and his hand found her hip again, ostensibly to nudge her forward. “So this sort-of lover of yours. Does he mind sharing?”
