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Her eyes closed as she arched her back, pressing her breast more firmly into his hand and he began to tease her nipple with slow circles of his thumb.
Harker broke from her mouth. He kissed his way down her throat toward her breasts, leaving a trail of heat and desire. She squeezed her legs together. She was wet and aching for him. Harker’s lips skimmed across her chest, pushing Ethan's hand aside as he captured her nipple and sucked. Her head dropped back onto Ethan’s shoulder as she moaned, her legs widening for him, waiting for him to possess her.
Ethan’s hot breath tickled her ear as his hand slid slowly up and down her thigh, each trip pulling her skirt up more and more. His hand was rough and hot on her skin, making her burn and ache. His long fingers moved inward and upward, closer and closer to where she needed him to touch. Harker teased her nipple with his teeth and bit down. She gasped, her eyes flying open as pain and pleasure shot through her.
People stood around them, drinking and talking. Their eyes heavy-lidded with desire. A few men stroked themselves through their pants. She didn’t want to do this in front of a crowd.
“What’s the matter, Alison?” Ethan’s hand rested on her upper thigh, only inches away from her pussy.
Harker continued sucking her nipple as his long fingers stroked between her legs, making her throb even more.
Her body quivered, but she grabbed his wrist, stopping him. “People are watching.” She tugged on his hair with her other hand.
He pulled his mouth from her breast, his dark eyes burning as he gazed up at her. “What?” His voice was thick with lust.
“People are watching.” She tucked her boob back into her dress.
“So?” Harker glanced to the side.
“S-so?” she sputtered.
“If you want to stop, use your safeword.” He sat up, a hint of anger in his tone. “Because next time a tug on my hair isn’t going to make me quit touching you.”
“Perhaps we should take this to your room.” Ethan stood, motioning for the waitress who stepped from the crowd.
She’d probably been watching. Alison wanted to crawl under the couch and hide.
“Good idea.” Harker turned to the waitress. “Take our drinks to suite eleven.”
The waitress gathered the drinks and was gone in a flash.
“Come.” Harker stood, holding out his hand.
“She'll definitely do that. Several times.” Ethan laughed as he led the way to the back of the Club.
CHAPTER 47: Harker
Harker strode into their private suite at Le Petite Mort Club and headed straight to the bedroom. He was more than ready to continue where he, Ethan and Alison had left off.
“Wait,” said Alison. “Maybe we should talk a little more.”
“Why?” He stopped mid-stride. Talking was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Because the lady suggested it.” Ethan sent him a disgusted look. “Please, Alison. Have a seat.” He motioned to the couch.
His friend was right. She looked like she was ready to bolt out the door. Her eyes darted around the room and the beautiful flush on her cheeks and chest had faded. He knew he should slow down and seduce her into the bedroom, but his blood ran hot and he was desperate to claim her.
“So.” Ethan sat on the couch, stretching his arm along the back, making a perfect place for Alison to sit. “How do you like being married to Harker?” He smirked.
“She likes it just fine.” He walked across the room and took Alison’s hand, kissing it. “Don't you?”
“Of course.” She smiled mischievously at him and his heart did a somersault. “Although he still orders me around all the time.”
“But that’s different when done in the bedroom, isn’t it?” Ethan’s gaze heated as it roamed over her in a slow caress.
“Yes.” The word was a breathless whisper and her lovely blush returned.
Harker didn’t like how her face had softened as she stared at Ethan. She needed to remember that she was his. His wife. The mother of his kids. Kid. Singular. He kissed her. His temper eased as she melted against him, her hands running up his chest and over his shoulders to tangle in his hair. He tipped his head, deepening the kiss as his hands slid down her back to her ass. He pulled her into him, letting her feel how hard he was for her before running his hands down her butt and back up, lifting the dress with them. He needed her naked. Needed to touch her soft, warm skin.
