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I nod. “They’re into it.”

“How—?”

“I asked, I know. This fucking room’s full of sex shit. I could chain you up, tie you down.” I tug one of the straps free, then the other, exposing her pale rose nipples, all tight and pointy. “You’re so beautiful.”

I take a handful of tit and lick and suck and bite. She’s beyond soft, the tip the perfect contrast. I lift my head, blow on the wetness, and she moans. I suck the other tit, her back arching, finger kneading my chest. When I turn her fully on my lap, her legs now on either side, I flip the skirt to see her cunt, how the wet silk’s stuck to every line, swell, and crevice. I pull them back, exposing her, and my cock jerks hard.

“Beautiful.”

I run my fingers down over the silky wet flesh, and they glide. Touching her cunt’s a live wire to my cock, and I’m already on edge. She’d be so pretty with some piercings. But I’d never want to mar her perfect flesh.

Not to mention completely unwilling to let someone else look at her so intimately, to touch her like I am. I pinch her clit and she gasps, stiffening, and I capture a breast again.

Twisting her flesh with the lightest touch, her breathing changes, becomes labored, and as I slip a finger into her, she lets out a high-pitched cry, her pussy spasming on me for a momentary series of flutters.

I let her go, lean back, and push in a second finger, lazily thrusting. Her wet heat, the tightness that stretches each time I plunge in, is a thing of beauty. I love the way her dress bunches at her waist, the straps still on her arms, caught at the elbows. I wrap a hand around the back of her head and bring her in for a deep, hot kiss. She’s fire and light on my tongue with the lingering taste of Jack and the sweet sugar of theCoke. But beyond that, it’s all her, wild and free and perfect in every way.

The kiss has dark carnal undertones, some so devastatingly innocent I’m floored. It’s like desire in its purest form. And I’m addicted.

I soften the kiss, bringing it to little sips that trail over her skin, up to her ear, then down her throat. She rocks on my fingers, trying to get off. I move inside her, rubbing that little nub of nerve endings so she quickens, gasping, gripping at me. When I can feel it build, I stop, slowly withdrawing my fingers.

I put my wet hand on her thigh.

It takes a moment for her to blink back her focus, and when she does, her body jerks as she tries to get off me. But I place pressure on her thigh, the hand on her head holding her still.

Then I work the comb and pins free from her hair, letting those gorgeous autumnal locks fall in curls around her flushed, passion-kissed face.

“The fucking things I want to do to you.”

“Like what?”

That breathless pitch is almost my undoing, so I change the subject. “What did you think of the place from the moment you got out of the limo?”

She furrows her brow. “Why?”

“Call it curiosity,” I say with a shrug. I need a moment to get hold of my control. I married a witch. She can undo me in moments. Make me wonder if control exists.

Of course I haven’t fucked her yet.

I play with one of her nipples. “You knew we were coming here and what it was. Outside it looks like a generic club. Inside?”

She frowns, then swats my hand away. I shouldn’t allow it, but I grin and stop. “The foyer was too seedy. I’d make it spa-like or so nondescript those who come in are relaxed or feel it’sgoing to be a discreet experience going inside. And for newcomers, they have no idea what it’ll be like.”

“And inside?”

“A… a sex club? I have zero experience, Callahan. I know when you met me I was dressed for a dance club, but I honestly don’t often go to those. Unless Viv—” She swallows. “Viviana used to make me go with her.”

Good points. Not the Viviana shit. That’s not a point. The foyer idea I like. “We use this—willuse this for certain things.”

“Laundering.”

I raise a brow.

“I lived with my family. I heard things.”

“This could make a lot of money, too. And I could use that to open other places.”

“Why are you telling me this?”