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Which did all sorts of things to him that made him regret being in public. They were seated at a corner booth, and he slid his hand onto her thigh.
“Don’t you dare,” she murmured, pressing her legs together and trapping his hand there for a moment before releasing it. Her gaze lifted to his. Still smiling, but he could tell she was serious. “We’re having a nice date, and then you can get your freak on when we get to Black Light.”
Fair enough.
Orlando gave her thigh a squeeze, but he didn’t try to pull her skirt up higher or move his hand deeper into that sweet space.
If Juliet wanted a nice date, she was going to get a nice date.
And it really was.
He told her about his discussion with Cameron earlier that day. The man hadn’t been happy about Orlando’s edict, or his instance that he would contact Cameronifhe ever felt up to it, and that he would consider any outreach by Cameron to be the end of that possibility. Something else that he’d probably end up talking about in therapy.
She told him about Brooke’s reaction to the Great Parent Cock Block, which was how he’d started thinking of the incident as well because that was how she always referred to it. Orlando couldn’t help but laugh, despite the fact that he was still a little salty about being cock blocked. It had taken his dick a day of recovery before he could even think about putting it anywhere inside Juliet again. He also didn’t think he’d be having sex in any living room any time soon.
At least he was laughing about it now.
“You should tell Brooke karma is going to come for her,” he said, shaking his head.
“That’s exactly what I said!” Juliet let out a peal of delighted laughter, and Orlando grinned. Sometimes they did think very alike.
By the time they left the restaurant, Orlando was feeling satisfied in a wholly different way than he’d expected. Maybe it shouldn’t have felt like a first date, but it did, and a really good one at that… and at the same time it felt like a one hundredth date. The kind of date that happened well into a relationship, because he was completely comfortable with Juliet in a way that he wouldn’t be with someone he didn’t know well.
And, normally, he wouldn’t be taking a first date to Black Light for filthy hot sex afterwards. He’d been thinking about what he wanted to do with her tonight, and he’d had some ideas, but after seeing the way she was dressed he knew he wanted to try a breath play scene again. This time without any interruptions, and as an actual scene and not an impulsive hold on her throat.
He'd been careful, but he wouldn’t consider what they’d been doing actual breath play.
Rather than going through Runway, they used the members’ entrance and split off to their separate locker rooms to get ready. Juliet wanted to get changed and Orlando needed to grab his bag. When he walked in, he nearly ran into Jafari who was on his way out.
“Hey, how are things going?” Orlando asked as he stepped to the side.
Jafari paused to talk, a wide grin on his face.
“Very well. And you?” He raised his eyebrow at Orlando.
“Great. Juliet and I just had our first public date. I’ll have to give you an update later on how our parents found out.” Orlando’s lips quirked as Jafari’s eyebrows rose even higher.
“I look forward to it.” Giving Orlando a nod, Jafari continued on his way, likely to meet his own sub. Feeling lighter than he had in months, Orlando went to grab his bag before heading back outside to wait for Juliet.
It took her a lot less time than he’d expected. She was only a minute or two behind him, stepping out from the locker room in a tightly laced green corset with a skimpy thong, and the same high heels she’d worn on their date. From the way she’d felt in his arms earlier, he now realized she hadn’t had much more to do than take her dress off. She’d been wearing all that underneath.
Straightening up to his full height, Orlando held his hand out to her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
JULIET
Back in Black Light, but somehow it felt a little different… because they didn’thaveto be here to be together in order to be able to be intimate. They were choosing to be. They were coming from somewhere more public, this was no longer the only public arena they could be together in, and that shifted something inside her.
Apparently, it had shifted something inside Orlando too, because he didn’t take her to a private room.
The exhibitionist in her thrilled when she realized he’d selected one of the public scening stations. Like the medical office, this one was set up with a padded examination table, but it didn’t have the same sterile feel. No, this table could be tilted at an angle, almost like an inversion table but it didn’t go totally upright. It also split about midway, if desired, giving someone a place to stand between another person’s legs.
Clearly custom designed, it came with a multitude of uses for anyone with a perverted mind to utilize. A thrill of excitement ran up her spine as Orlando set his play bag down next to it and turned to her. His eyes were hot with arousal as he skimmed his gaze over her body again.
“Come here, little rose,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. Juliet floated forward, tipping her chin up even before she reached him. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her as he undid the knot on her corset laces, and she leaned into him, kissing him back.
Around them, the sounds of the club filtered through her brain, adding to the delicious sensuality of the experience. The moans, cries, and whimpers from other scenes. The delighted murmurs and exclamations from the various audiences. The slap of leather against flesh and flesh against flesh. It all combined to make a beautiful, kinky symphony.
