Page 120 of Reckless Dynasty (Knight's Ridge Empire 9)

“Toby,” I warn, squirming with need.

“Toy,” he counters, his pupils blown and his cock hard between us, pressing insistently against my stomach. “Yes, we’re going in there. But I’ve got a surprise for you before the real fun starts.”

I pull back a little and look him dead in the eyes.

“What have you done, Tobias?”

“Wait and see. There’s someone inside who wants to meet you.”

“I’m not sharing you,” I argue, planting my feet firmly on the pavement when he tries to pull me toward the entrance.

“Oh Demon, you’ve got nothing to worry about there.” He drops our joined hands to his crotch and presses my palm against his solid dick. “This is yours. And only yours.”

I nod once and finally let him tug me inside.

“Why isn’t there a queue? Friday nights are usually manic.”

“Says the expert,” he quips, descending into what seems to be a deserted club.

Unlike the last time we were here, there’s no deep, pounding music to make the steady beat of my clit even more demanding, and there’s no dark mood lighting making the place seem even more illicit than I’m sure it really is.

The bar is almost as incredible in the light as I remember it being in the dark. All of the gold fittings and accents damn near sparkle under the spotlights, and the glossed black surfaces make the entire space modern and exclusive. Exactly what it is, I guess.

“Toby,” a woman announces happily, her black sky-high heels clicking across the polished black floor as she comes to greet us with a wide smile on her face.

My stomach knots as I take her in. She’s beautiful. She’d probably look more at home up on a runway than she does in here in her slim-fitted suit that I’m sure cost more than I used to make in a month at the coffee shop.

Remembering what Toby said upstairs about not sharing him, I plaster a smile on my face and try to stuff my anxiety inside the box it belongs in.

“And you must be Jodie. It’s so wonderful to meet you at last.”

At last?

“Uh…” I stutter, lifting my arm to shake her hand when she gives me little other choice.

“Jodie, this is Hera. She’s the manager of Hades.”

“Um… hi, it’s… uh… nice to meet you.”

I look between the two of them, thoroughly confused as to why we’re here instead of heading to one of the back rooms.

My cheeks heat as my thoughts head down a road I’m sure they shouldn’t be right now.

“Come and take a seat. Would you both like a drink?”

“Sure,” Toby says, pressing his hand into the small of my back and guiding me to follow Hera. “Trust me,” he whispers. His fingers slide down until he squeezes my arse hard enough to make me gasp. His grip locks on my hip, and the second I come to a stop, he presses his front to my back, letting me know that I’m not the only one thinking about what else we could be doing down here right now.

Hera says something, but I have no idea what as I grind my arse back against his, my blood boiling with need.

“Please, take a seat. I won’t keep you long. I’m sure you have other plans for the evening,” she says with a soft smile that makes her appear a little more approachable.

“I’m sorry, but what’s going on right now?” I ask, unable to keep my mouth shut any longer as a young waiter delivers a tray of drinks. Vodka, by the looks of the bottle.

He pours us each a measure before disappearing out through a hidden door behind the bar.

“You haven’t told her,” Hera tsks.

“I thought a surprise might be more fun.”