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His lips attack my neck and earlobe, sending chills throughout my entire body. Then he releases my neck and drops to his knees, taking me deep into his mouth without hesitation. Sucking fast and hard, he drags me straight to the brink and doesn’t stop when I explode with pleasure, unloading right into the back of his throat.
“God, Hunt,” I say in a clipped mumble. He sucks every ounce of cum from my dick and then keeps me shuddering long after my orgasm has ended. When he finally pulls his relentless mouth from my dick, it’s a relief.
“Fuck, I love you,” I say on a sigh as I slouch against the wall, feeling as if my limbs weigh a ton.
“I know you do,” he replies as he stands and places a quick kiss on my cheek.
And just like that, he resumes washing up under the hot spray, and I’m left feeling like an ass for doubting him for a second.
Rule #5: Don’t press your luck.
Hunter
“Where are you taking us?” I ask in the back of the car as the driver leads us off the strip.
Isabel is wringing her hands in her lap, and I suddenly have a very bad feeling about this.
“I told you,” she replies anxiously, “it’s a…clubI heard about.” Her eyes get wide when she says the wordclubbecause she doesn’t want to say sex club in front of the Uber driver.
My eyes narrow as I stare at her, but she turns toward the window.
I know every single sex club in this country. Most of the owners I know by name. There is a club here in Vegas, welltwoactually, but only one of them is a sex club, and it’s not in this direction.
The other is a brothel. Anicebrothel, but a brothel nonetheless.
“Nice,” Drake replies with enthusiasm as he slings an arm over Isabel’s shoulder.
My jaw clenches as we reach a classy three-story hotel off the strip. It’s nothing like the hotels on the strip, but it’s sleek and modern. The exterior is black and all of the windows are curtained with peeking red light shining through. There are two valets by the door as we all climb out.
“Checking in?” one of them says to us. Isabel approaches to answer.
“Yes, we have a reservation,” she mumbles softly. Drake looks confused as he glances at her and then me. I shrug. “The name is under Red.”
The man checks his clipboard behind the valet stand and then returns to Isabel with a smile. “Right this way, Mrs. Scott.”
My brow furrows as I place a hand at the small of her back and walk beside her through the doors being held open by the valet.
Once we’re inside, Drake and I pause, gaping at the sight before us. This is definitelynota regular hotel at all. There are scantily clad men and women lingering around the lobby alone, staring at us like we’re fresh meat. Beyond them is a bar with more women in lingerie and men in tight, revealing underwear, talking to dressed patrons like us.
“Is this a…” Drake mumbles.
“Yep,” I reply as my molars grind. “It’s a fucking brothel.”
The three of us move together toward the bar. The workers smile at us, waving as we pass by.
“Why the fuck are we at a brothel?” Drake whispers.
“Let’s get a drink,” Isabel replies.
When we reach the bar, Isabel orders a vodka martini for herself and two bourbons for me and Drake. None of us say a word as we try to remain casual and not gawk at the activity around us like we all want to. We own a sex club for fuck’s sake, but this is different.
Salacious has sex workers, but they’re not usually staring at our members like a couple of gazelles that wandered into a lion’s den.
There’s also the burning question ofwhy the fuckIsabel brought us here. After our conversation by the pool today, I have my suspicions, and I don’t fucking like it. If she thinks I’m going to let Drake out of my sight to walk into a room with someone else, she’s out of her fucking mind.
Yes, I agree with what she was saying today. Yes, I also worry that my husband misses his wild and free days. But those are just my personal insecurities. His behavior has never once warranted that concern. He doesn’t seem unhappy or resentful. He gets laid nearly every day, whether it be with me or Isabel or both. We keep him satisfied, andeven if we didn’t,he made a promise.
Sure, we never had an official wedding. Legally, his name changed but until the law allows for more than two people to enter a legal marriage, that’s all we can do. Would having a wedding change that? I don’t think so.
