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And Iamcurious, so perhaps I’m overthinking this either way.
She turns back, giving me her side profile. Her brown hair acts as a curtain, hiding most of her face as she talks. “I was nervous my first time too.”
“How often do you come?”
She looks back at me and smirks. Yeah, I suppose that was a double entendre. Running her hands through her hair slowly and holding my attention as she no doubt intended with that move, she replies, “Once a month. It’s more my girlfriend than me. She likes to explore.”
“And you don’t mind?” I ask. If I were in a relationship, I can’t imagine being okay with my partner touching someone else. My stomach twists at the mere thought of it. And then, for some godforsaken reason, I picture faceless women touching Jay. I grimace. It’s a painful image, and it wasn’t hard to conjure. It’s one I’ve seen plastered in magazines for years.
I hate this feeling.
The truth is, I’ve never felt that way about anyone but him. Not even when Frank looks at other women. However, the merethoughtof another woman touching Jay makes me murderous.
Lost in my head, I’m caught off guard when Ari stops and grasps my hand.
“Look up,” she whispers, drawing my attention to where she’s pointing with her free hand. In front of us is a floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the room beyond it. Inside, a woman is sprawled out on a bed—naked, legs spread—as a man eats her.
Holy shit.
“This—that’s your girlfriend?” I whisper, unable to tear my attention from the sight before me.
With both palms, the man pushes the woman’s legs farther apart, then dives between her thighs. She arches back and tips her head to one side. As she does so, she spots us and props herself up on her elbows, training her gaze on Ari.
“Yes, she’s beautiful, right?” she murmurs. But she’s not looking for a response from me. Her entire focus is on that room. Not that I blame her. Mine is too.
Crooking one finger in a come-hither motion, the woman on the bed summons Ari and then falls back, moaning in ecstasy and pressing her pelvis into her partner’s face.
The shudder that racks through me as Ari’s breath hits my ear forces me to lean against the glass. With gentle fingers, she pushes the hair away from my neck and kisses me softly, eliciting a whimper I can’t hold back.
“Sure you only want to watch?” she asks against my skin as her fingers circle my exposed shoulder and slide down to my swelling breasts.
My breath catches in my lungs, and goose bumps erupt along every inch of my skin. “Um—no, I’m good,” I pant.
Her soft hand finds my cheek, and she turns me so I’m looking at her. She’s leaning in close, her lips only a whisper from my own. “I hope you change your mind,” she says before pressing her mouth to mine. It’s just a gentle brush, and then she’s smiling and stepping inside the room. On the other side of the glass wall, she turns and locks gazes with me as she brings a hand to the back of her neck and tugs at the halter strap of her jumper, allowing the silky garment to fall to the floor. The move exposes her creamy white skin, her hard pink nipples, and her bare pussy. She nibbles at her lip, then saunters to the bed, crawls over her girlfriend’s face, and sits.
“Oh my God,” I can’t help but murmur aloud.
The space between my legs pulses with a need so strong all I can think about is touching myself. I peek over my shoulder, thankful I’m alone in the hallway, but I don’t dare do anything to ease the ache just yet. I need to get out of here and go home, then my battery-operated toys can finish the job.
Just as I resolve to leave, a large hand palms the glass beside my head. A hard body presses against my back, and warm breath teases against my neck. Of their own volition, my eyes flutter closed. I know precisely who it is. I suppose I knew from the moment I pitched the sex club idea that he would make an appearance.
Part of me craved him.
“It’s not safe for you to be alone in a place like this,” he teases in a low rasp against my shoulder. My entire body shudders as the vibrations between my legs amplify and I finally lose the battle and let out an audible moan.
“I-I’m fine.” My argument is somewhat nullified by the way I stutter through it.
In response, Jay presses his other hand to my waist. “I could be anyone. Anyone could take advantage of you right now.”
“Will you?” I ask. Immediately, I realize my mistake and clarify, “I mean, is that what you’re doing right now…taking advantage?”
His gruff laugh hits my skin. “I would never,” he says softly. “All I want—all I’ve ever wanted—is to give you everything. I’ll take nothing from you…”
Another whimper escapes me as his hand slides down my hip and falls away. I want those hands on me. I don’t want to want it, but God, I do. And then the vibrations build again, and I bow backward into Jay. He rests his chin on my shoulder, and I give in and let my head fall to the side so it rests against his.
I no longer see the sex acts happening in front of me. No, Jay’s body against mine has become my entire focus. I need him inside me more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.
“I need you to fuck me,” I rush out, keeping my voice low, embarrassed by how desperate I sound.
