Page 45 of By Invitation Only

“I do worry about you.”

I cupped her head and pulled her toward me so I could lay a kiss on her forehead. “Go eat some pussy.”

She laughed and pushed me away just as the valets opened each door. Once we were out of the car, I winked at Carrie, and she hooked her arm in mine. We walked up the red carpeted stairs together. After Luke had made sure we were on the list—we were always on the list—we entered, and Carrie checked her coat.

“How will I know if I need to get a ride?” she asked.

That was a good question. We usually met here as we left and got in the car. I rubbed the back of my neck. “How about you just get a ride and I’ll meet you at home?”

She reached up on her toes and kissed my cheek. “Okay. Again, I hope she shows.”

I sure the fuck hoped so, too.

I usually had a plan. I would get a drink, find a fit bird and do my thing. Sometimes we would watch others so she would get turned on, or she’d give me a blowjob in front of people because that seemed to turn some women on. I never really cared. Other times I would go up to my room to get away and stare at the view of LA in the distance, almost like I needed to regroup.

Tonight was different.

I had a plan, but that didn’t involve me finding just anyone to be with. Tonight I was walking around, searching for Peyton. I stopped and chatted with people I knew, grabbed a drink, but every second I was looking at the women in the area to see if one was her.

Carrie was right. I’d never acted this way about a woman before. Peyton was the forbidden fruit, and once I’d tasted her, I was on the verge of being kicked out of the garden. I knew it was wrong, Peyton knew it was wrong, but when you are forbidden to do something, you only want it more.

The night was in full swing, and the longer I walked around, the more I started to think Peyton wasn’t going to show. I didn’t blame her. Being married was a kink in starting any relationship, but I had my reasons, and I wanted to share them with her. If she still didn’t want anything to do with me then I would leave her alone. I got plenty of pussy. The difference was Peyton was more than sex for me and I wanted to explore things with her.

My gaze fell to a sofa, and I watched as a man lay naked, his dick inside one woman as another woman straddled his face. Sharing wasn’t my thing, but this scene was turning me on. It had been a month since I’d fucked, and that wasn’t like me. Sure I came to Sensation for sex, but that wasn’t the only place I was getting it. The women I slept with outside of Sensation weren’t necessarily into the same things as me, and with Sensation, I could find someone to tie up for the night or whatever I fancied.

“I’m surprised you’re not in your room.”

I turned my head to see Randy leaning against the same wall table as me. “No one to bring up there,” I answered.

He smiled. “Book, there are plenty of women around to bring up there.”

“Not the one I want.”

He laughed. “Aw, man, you’ve got it bad.”

I did.“Whatever. I’m just waiting to see if she shows, okay?”

“You mean her?”

I looked to where he pointed near the window that led to the pool. We were about fifteen meters from each other and people were all around. The moment my gaze fell on her, my dick twitched. She was laughing with Ava. They were alone.

They were alone…

Did Ava decide to continue the divorce proceeding? Did Peyton come for me or as Ava’s guest so she could meet someone else? I thought once I saw Peyton, I’d know what the fuck was going on. Now I still didn’t have a bloody clue.

Without saying a word, I took two steps toward them and stopped. Jason Motherfucking Black walked up and handed Peyton a drink. I watched as her face brightened and she smiled up at him. It caused my chest to ache—literally. I grabbed it and started to massage my pec as if to soothe the hurt.

“You better get over there fast. I’ve heard that Jason puts shit in women’s drinks,” Randy said next to me.

“What?” I asked, turning my head to look at him. That was against everything Sensation was about, and he could get kicked out for doing it.

“He told Cole that was how he got them to loosen up so he could DP them.”

“What?”

“Double penetrate—”

“I know what it means, but why the fuck would he do that?”