Page 3 of Turn Me On (The AfterGlow #2)

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I practically kicked in the door to room fourteen—the last room at the very end of the private wing.

Charlie always put a magnet on the door of the room we had for the night.

A rose-tinted lipstick kiss that was an actual copy of her own mouth.

As soon as I saw the glint of metallic pink above the door handle, I rushed headlong down the hall and threw open the door.

“Did you choose this room just to toy with me?” I asked, slamming the door behind me.

I whipped off my belt and threw it to the floor before shrugging out of my pants. She was spread out on the bed, looking like a snack, completely unfazed by my blunt entrance, save for the lazy smile on her lips. A smile that was showcasing those two little dimples on her pink-toned skin. Fuck me.

“Why ever would I do that?” she asked in a fake Southern accent, hand to her chest, batting her round, hooded eyes as if she were the most innocent thing in the world.

I knew better. My cock was already hard in my boxer briefs, and I needed to fuck my curly redhead’s face before I let the rest of the club soak up her glory.

Before she got to be theirs, she needed to be mine.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I stumbled toward the bed before it was even around my neck.

She giggled. “Good lord. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Worth it,” I mumbled, yanking myself from my polo and tossing it aside.

I jumped onto the bed, making Charlie go airborne for half a second. Her eyes grew wide as she bounced into the air. What would it be like to fuck on a trampoline? How high could we get if?—

“Rider!” she squealed, landing back on the plush surface.

I climbed on top of her, settling between her gorgeously thick thighs. They were so soft, so smooth, they made me want to rub my scruff across the skin there and rough them up a bit. Tickle and tease her. Scratch her stretch marks.

“I’m excited to see you. Can you blame me after that text exchange?” I dove into her neck, spoiling her with kisses down to her collarbones and back up the other side.

“That was fairly tame compared to usual.” She wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me closer.

I ran my tongue down the center of her chest, ending with a nip to the middle of her hot pink bra. “Doesn’t matter. You could dress me up like a banana and ask me to roll around in a pool of peanut butter, and I wouldn’t even think twice.”

She grabbed my head and hauled me back up to look her in the eye. “What does that even mean?”

I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face. “I don’t know, babe. Can we fuck now?”

“Actually…I have something I wanted to talk to you about.”

She scooted out from under me, and I sat back on my heels to give her room. As she leaned against the headboard, she began to fidget with her fingernails.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked, grabbing her hands to still her movements.

She glanced up. “Remember how we talked about taking our performances elsewhere a few months ago?”

Perform somewhere else? I didn’t remember that conversation. I would remember if she wanted to leave and go to a different adult lounge. Wouldn’t I? Maybe not…

“You want to leave the club?” I asked, scratching the back of my neck.

“No! Not at all,” she rushed to clarify. “I love it here. They treat me like a rockstar. I mean to another platform.”

I scrunched my brows. “Like you want them to raise the bed in the exhibition room? It’s already pretty high up there. That one time you climaxed so hard, you kicked me off, and I had a pretty decent-sized bruise on my ass for, like, two solid weeks.”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Oh my goodness, Rider. I mean online. We toyed with the idea of posting some videos online ?”

Now it was clicking .

“Oh, right. Yeah. That would be hot. I know I’d watch you.”

Allowing my imagination to run wild for a second, I pictured myself opening up the browser on my phone and having unlimited access to videos of Charlie pleasuring herself—being pleasured—in all those skimpy little lingerie outfits barely containing her curves.

She cleared her throat and waved one hand in front of my face. “Rider. You in there?”

“Sorry, babe. I think videos of you online would be a hit.”

“And you would be in them with me, right?” She leaned forward, placing her hands on my knees.

“Let the whole world see me dick down my fucking bombshell wife? Shit yeah, I would,” I answered, nodding my head aggressively.

She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. I took the opportunity to lift her off the bed and set her on the giant floor cushion that sat in front of the footboard.

“Easy, tiger.”

“I’ll do anything you want, babe. Anything in the world.

You want to film us and post it online? Let’s do it.

Just the idea is making my cock even harder.

” I stroked my erection. It was almost painful at this point.

“But I’ve had a serious lack of your mouth for the last twenty-four hours, and I would like to fix that right now. ”

“Perfect. Give me one minute.” She trotted over to the nightstand, grabbed her cellphone, and hooked it up to the tripod in the corner. She dragged it closer to where I stood, angling it down toward the cushion on the floor.

Come to think of it, there was an entire setup going on I hadn’t noticed. Too busy honing in on Charlie and her juicy fucking body as soon as I busted through the door this evening. A tripod, a ring light, her computer off to the side. She’d been planning this.

“Why now?” I asked as I scratched at my temple.

She strutted back over to me, running her hands along my shoulders before coming to stand pressed against my chest. “It’s a gift. Do you know what today is?”

“Friday,” I stated, sliding my hands down her soft back .

“ Rider ,” she whined, slapping at my chest.

I took a second or three and combed through my brain. It was a Friday. In August. It was warm out. A perfect twenty-five degrees, even though the sun was well on its way down. It was also… “Our anniversary?”

“Yes! Of the first time we met. Right here at the club.”

I frowned. “You were still with that loudmouth idiot. He didn’t treat you well. I didn’t like that.”

“Hey,” she murmured. “No need to worry about him anymore. I’m with you and only you.”

“Forever.” I smiled, grabbing her left hand and staring at the rose gold ring I’d placed there eight months ago.

Most people called our romance whirlwind or light speed .

I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her in the exhibition room, I was supposed to be hers.

She wasn’t even performing. I missed it that night, actually.

I caught her cleaning the room, stripping the sheets off the bed, and wiping down her toys.

Normally, the voyeur room closed after a performance since there was no reason to be in there, but that particular night, the staff member on duty forgot to lock it. I moseyed on in and saw her .

She was in a copper-coloured dressing gown that matched her hair.

Lipstick was smudged slightly onto one cheek, both of which were pink with the flush of who knows how many orgasms. The way she flitted around the room showed how much she cared about the space.

I ended up sitting on one of the benches in front of the glass wall and watching her clean for probably twenty minutes.

Finally, she looked up and noticed me. Our gazes met, and I fell in love.

When the idiot barged into her room and dragged her away, yelling at her about taking too long and asking her when she was going to finish with this utterly ridiculous hobby of hers, I saw red.

When I spied a tear falling down her cheek as he pulled her out the side door, I saw even darker red.

I may or may not have chased him down and laid into the giant douchewad.

She still left with him, but it wasn’t long before he was no longer in the picture.

I was.

Time didn’t matter. What was time, anyway? After three months of knowing her and eight weeks of dating, I proposed. She said yes. That was what mattered.

“You still want my pouty lips wrapped around you before everyone else gets to see me?” she asked, breaking me out of my haze.

I nodded, cock pulsing. “We’re going to film it?”

“If that’s still okay with you.”

“Yeah, babe. Open up.”