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Another door led us to the private lounges with their bedrooms attached, and opposite those doors were the rooms that contained toys and other playthings. It was all tidy and clean.
To the other side of the club, another lounge was purely for strippers and dancers, a regular strip club for those who didn’t want to get involved. We had a separate entrance for that, and standard strip club rules applied.
“I didn’t realize the strip club and the sex club were the same place,” Oaklee said.
I shrugged. “It’s good business. Versatility is never a bad thing.”
“Hmm.” She glanced up at the windows that overlooked the club. “That’s Felix’s office.”
“He likes to keep an eye on things.” I chuckled.
Oaklee only rolled her lips.
I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted, and her cheeks had pink spots on them as if she was perpetually on the verge of a blush.
I wanted to kiss her, find out what those luscious lips tasted like. I wanted to push my cock in her mouth, her lips wrapped around my shaft while those big hazel eyes rolled up at me.
Don’t do this to yourself.
Oaklee was my kryptonite. I wasn’t sure what was going on with me—I’d never wanted someone as badly as I wanted her.
When I was with other women, I got hard, hot and bothered, and I wanted a release, but it was easy enough to push them away.
Oaklee was like an exotic scent that lingered, clung to my clothes, long after she was gone.
“You have voyeur rooms, too, don’t you?” Oaklee asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, on the other side of the offices. One of them faces the hallway…”
“I know,” she said, a blush rising to her cheeks. “Can I see them? I mean… not just through the glass.”
“Sure.” I gestured for her to follow me, and we walked through the hallway to where the voyeur rooms were set up. The first one’s windows faced the hallway that led to the offices.
The rest of the rooms followed, each of them with platforms, beds, couches—anything that could be used to get horizontal and naked—and chairs were set up all around it so the voyeurs could watch the show.
“I always wonder how someone can want something so personal to be so public,” Oaklee breathed.
She walked to the platform, put down her drink, and climbed the stairs. She ran her hands over the bed that had been freshly made and looked toward the empty chairs. “It’s one thing to fuck someone, but to have the whole world looking on…”
“Some people like it,” I said. My breath was hoarse.
She stood next to the bed, and I wanted to push her onto it, pull down the jeans she wore, and fuck her from behind.
Her eyes locked on mine as if she’d felt what I was thinking, and her gaze was electric. My cock twitched in my pants, the familiar tug of lust in my gut, and I adjusted my pants to allow my cock room as it grew bigger and harder.
I walked closer to the platform. I didn’t move on my own accord—it was like my legs moved on their own, taking me to her.
She looked down at me. From this angle, if she came closer, I could eat her out, hands wrapped around her ass, just as she stood there. My skin was on fire. My nerve endings were alive, and my bear shuddered. It wanted out. No… it wanted a release. It wanted to fuck her as badly as I did. I downed my drink, making myself focus on something other than my beast, than her body.
“What kind of shifter are you?” I asked, realizing I didn’t know what her animal was.
She frowned, and the tension between us snapped in half before it bled away.
“Does it matter?” She crouched down, to meet me at eye-level.
I cupped her cheek and traced her cheekbone with my thumb. “It doesn’t.”
She sat down on the platform, sliding away from my touch, her legs on either side of my body, and it took every ounce of self-control not to step closer, wrap my arms around her, and kiss her.
