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“It’s hard to imagine it working out,” he finally admitted. “But I do want it to.”
“You might want to work on how you think about it then,” Jafari replied, getting to his feet. His expression changed. It wasn’t a large change, but enough for Orlando to know that Kacy was out of the locker room, and Jafari had just spotted his wife. “You don’t want to set yourself up for a self-fulfilling prophecy.”
“Go,” Orlando said dryly, making a waving motion with his hand. Jafari was already transfixed on his wife and barely paying attention to Orlando anyway. “Enjoy your night with your wife.”
“And you with Juliet. We’ll talk later.”
It didn’t escape Orlando’s notice that Jafari deliberately said ‘Juliet’ instead of ‘your stepsister.’ He also wasn’t surprised that Jafari wanted to talk more about it later, but Orlando wasn’t sure he was ready for that.
Still, watching Jafari cross the room to his wife — who looked stunning in a corset made of lace and a matching lace skirt that was completely see through — Orlando couldn’t help but feel a little twinge. Things hadn’t been easy for the two of them, Kacy had led Jafari on quite the hunt, but look at them now. That Black Light Roulette magic at work again.
Sure, they’re happy for now. Give it a few years.The cynical little voice in his head couldn’t be entirely cut off. Orlando shook his head as if he could chase it away.
When he looked up again, Jafari and Kacy were gone, but he caught sight of Brooke and Juliet coming in. Excitement raced through his veins as he pushed away all the doubts and the uneasy feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop…
He had a subbie to torture.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
JULIET
This week at Black Light was very different from the one before. For one, she wasn’t walking in without knowing exactly what she was doing that evening. Last week she’d been throwing caution to the wind and letting fate take the wheel. This weekend, she knew she was going to meet up with Orlando and have a deliciously hot scene and an amazing orgasm at the end of it. Possibly orgasms throughout it.
She was also starting to feel like he wasn’t going to disappear on her. It felt like he was putting in the work to show her that was the case, and why would he bother putting in the work if he wasn’t committed to sticking around?
Sure, she didn’t feel one hundred percent secure yet, but she was getting there.
And seeing the way his face lit up when he saw her walking toward him definitely helped with that.
“He looks like he’s the big bad wolf and he’s going to eat you up,” Brooke murmured, nudging Juliet in her side. “Go have fun, girl.”
“You too.”
Brooke peeled away, off to find her own kinky adventure, while Juliet continued to make her way over to Orlando, very aware of the way he was looking her over. She took in a deep breath, her breasts lifting in her corset, her core beginning to ache with sensual desire as she moved. She felt like a sultry siren, and she brushed several locks of hair off her shoulder.
Her hair was down tonight, though she fully expected it would be put back at some point. For now, she’d wanted it hanging down her back, curled at the ends, bouncing slightly as she walked. It added to the feeling of being a seductress.
“Hello little rose,” Orlando said when she reached him, holding his hand out for her to take. Juliet slipped her fingers into his, not at all surprised when he used them to pull her against him. He moved her hand behind her, twisting her arm up her back to hold her in place as he lowered his lips for a kiss.
Juliet relaxed into it, luxuriating in the feeling of being free to indulge. No one here was going to share their secret outside of the club.
Hell, when they’d had their roulette night together, she’d shouted out from the stage that her stepbrother was fucking her ass. Not one word about that had ever made its way into gossip at work or among friends. The whole club knew their relationship and no one fucking cared.
So she was able to sink into the kiss, practically rubbing herself against him, not caring what anyone around them might think. When he lifted his head, he kept her arm tucked up behind her, his fingers threaded through hers, so she couldn’t pull away even if she wanted to.
Not that she did, but that level of control over her was a huge turn on.
“Ready to go to our room, or do you want a drink first?”
“Room,” she said immediately. Kink over drink.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to spend time with him — the past week had felt like endless foreplay. Talking every night. Flirting. Fantasizing. He’d been putting in the effort to make sure she felt secure after he’d ghosted her the last time, and it was hot as fuck.
So yeah.
She wanted to go to private room and get filthy. Staying at the bar didn’t hold any appeal other than as extending the tease… and she was feeling impatient.
“Works for me.” He flashed a grin at her, letting go of her hand so he could slide his up to cup the back of her neck. His fingers stroked the side of her neck and her pussy quivered in response, the hard nubs of her nipples rubbing against the inside of her corset.
