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After a few minutes, everything, and she meant everything, started to look like a giant dick.
It wasn't as if she hadn't seen a real, live penis before. She had seen Hugh’s on one or two occasions, though they were accidental occurrences because he had told her he was willing to wait until they got married, of course, that just meant he was showing his goods elsewhere.
Once they arrived at the club, already streaming with gyrating bodies, Marcy didn't waste any time getting them drinks. Kensley downed her introductory shooter to hopefully place her in the right partying mode. She grimaced through the taste and burn and decided she might need ten more, and so forth and so forth, to get there. She was going to become a raging alcoholic at the age of twenty-four, and it was all Hunter McLeod’s fault.
Surges of full-scale anxiety began to hit her hard. What was she thinking she could handle someone like him and win?
Marcy saw her falter at once and immediately took charge.
“You got this, Kens. You’re a maiden with ice in your veins, no man, not even Hunter McLeod, can seduce you. Repeat after me.”
“No man, not even Hunter McLeod, can seduce me.”
“Good.”
She was in the middle of reciting her mantra when one of the cutest guys in the club approached them.
“Want to dance?” he asked Kensley, flashing her a megawatt smile and rubbing his hands together so his biceps could bulge under his T-shirt.
“Yes,” Kensley said over-enthusiastically. She was an Ice-Maiden, and she could evoke her Ice-Maiden Terror on any man, especially Hunter McLeod because no other man affected her as much as he did.
Chapter Nine
Hunter McLeod stared at the dance floor spanning out before him, sipping vintage scotch, while his mind remained fixed on one thought, one woman.
Her scent, from just being in the same room as her that morning, penetrated his cells and lingered around him, constantly reminding him of her.
He allowed himself to smile. She had taken him by complete surprise with her counter-offer. She had flipped his proposal from him paying her for her virginity to him seducing her into her giving it to him.
His idea of possessing her was to turn her into a trembling mess, lay her out naked in front of him, and drive his tongue so far into her sweet pussy that she would beg him to replace it with his cock. He planned to take her to the edge until she shouted that consent word she had chosen.
Bicycle
But he had to give her credit for faltering only a tiny bit when he insisted she move in with him for the duration of their contract. He could almost see her debating with herself whether she could do it or not, being in his bed with her delectable body within his reach. How fucking crazy that his lips throbbed as much as his cock from wanting to taste her. Every damn part of her.
“Never thought this would ever happen, but that's the look of a woman on your mind, McLeod.” Dashner Gabe, the owner of The Venus Night Club, stood beside Hunter, making an audible grimace as he sipped his drink. He had never developed a taste for the hard stuff, but he never stopped trying.
Dashner was the other man Hunter trusted. They had grown up together, served in the military together, and saved each other’s lives on a few occasions, too.
“Well, what do you think?” Dashner asked. “Does it look like... umm... Venus?” He winked at Hunter.
Hunter grinned. The man had the craziest sense of humor. From where they stood, in the one-way glassed-in balcony overlooking the nightclub below and meant only for VIP guests, there was no denying what Dashner meant by Venus.
No one could mistake that he'd constructed his nightclub in such a way that, from above, it took on the definitive design of a pussy. With steps going up either side of the sunken oval center to give the illusion of the inner lips and then another set of stairs in a different shade for the outer lips, it was hard to miss. An elaborate piece of glass-enclosed floor art served explicitly as the clitoris. But that was not all.
The massive chandelier hanging from the ceiling looked like a giant erect cock with balls attached, all aimed at the pussy. Dashner had too much time on his hands.
“Have you ever seen such genius?” he asked, cracking himself up and restlessly swinging on his heels. “Don't look at me as if I'm all colors of fucked-up mad,” he chuckled. “For free booze, at one of the poshest clubs around, and swimming with celebrities, which I have the power to turn away if I want, I don't think they'll care that they're having fun in the heart of a pussy with an erect cock above their heads.”
“You need help, you sick bastard,” Hunter said quietly, taking another sip of his drink.
Dash laughed voraciously, throwing his head back and roaring out chuckling sounds from his mouth while Hunter’s gaze continued to roam over the crowd of dancers below.
And that's when he saw her.
His own Venus.
What the fuck?
