Page 48 of Who's Loving You

My tongue peeks out and licks the corner of my mouth. “I know. It’s exactly why I did it. We gotta sell it, babe. What type of a young couple in love would we be if we never flirted inappropriately with one another?”

“The kind that keeps their private lifeprivate. And there is no ‘love’ in this story.”

“Yet,” I add with a wink.

Her eye twitches and her top lip curls the smallest bit. I can’t help the smile that finds my face. I just love pushing her buttons and watching her body react.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” My voice is low and I see the moment she goes from cold to hot.

Though she won’t admit it, her body doesn’t lie.

“Yes, please. Let me say goodbye to people.” I don’t give her a chance to wander off by herself and take her hand in mine.

I escort her around the room, saying goodbye’s and sharingnice to meet youwith everyone. As Carina shuts the door behind us, she tugs at her hand, but I tighten my hold on it.

“Nuh uh, mi Reina. People may be looking out the window. You’ll hold my hand until I help you into your seat.”

She smiles and through clenched teeth she bites, “Donotboss me around. I’ll hold your hand because of the very reason, but you better watch your mouth. Or next time I’ll be shoving my fist down it.”

“God, I love it when you talk dirty to me.” We reach my car and I open the passenger door, waiting until she’s fully seated before releasing her hand and closing her inside.

The drive back to her place is spent with the silent treatment while she stares out the window, and me singing loud and off-key to every song that comes on the radio. When I pull up to the front of her building, I park and jump out, holding my hand up to Stephan not bother with the door.

Valentina opens it, but I jump in front of her beforeshe steps out. I block her in with my arms resting on the door and roof of my car then stick my head inside.

“Would you like me to come up and we can do all the fisting you were talking about?” She lands a solid punch to my gut and I fold, moving enough to allow her to squeeze out.

“Next time it will be your balls.” Her raspy voice in my ear makes my body shiver despite the roiling in my stomach from taking a knuckle sandwich. “Good night, Nico. Have fun with…your fist.”

I look under my arm still resting on the roof and watch her sashay away, her hips melodically swaying with each step.

“Fuck,” I groan, my cock groaning with disappointment that it’s going to go another night without knowing what it feels like to be buried in her warmth.

“Twice in one week? Mr. Loving, you’re beginning to spoil us.” Sonja winks with a purr, and rakes her nails down my chest.

She does nothing for me. That’s not to say she isn’t a beautiful woman because she is. I just don’t feel for her the visceral need I do for Valentina. None of these girls do it for me anymore, other than being a vessel for my release.

“I’m the one who’s spoiled,” I fib. “Got a room for me?”

“Always. Follow me.” She takes my hand in hers and pulls me through the club. “Are you wanting someone special tonight?”

I shake my head and tell her, “No. But I need two. And I need a watching room, if you have one.”

She looks over her shoulder with a saucy smile. “I only have two girls who like to play and perform for an audience.”

“Okay. I’ll take them.”

We stop in front of room 4 and she unlocks and pushes the door open, awakening the darkness. I step foot across the threshold and examine the toys for me to play with. While it’s similar to others I’ve used, I’ve never been in this particular room.

I turn around and see Sonja looking at me, her eyes roaming up and down my body.

“Your girls will be in shortly.” She backs away and shuts the door behind her with a soft snick.

I study the room. Every corner, every surface, anything that can be used for pleasure and pain is at my fingertips. I flip the buckle on my belt and tug my t-shirt from my jeans. It gets pulled over my head and I toss it on the chair that sits in one corner. We may need that later but for now it will do fine as a clothing rack.

I kick my jeans off just as the door creaks open and a leggy blonde steps in followed by…

“Sonja?” I’ve never seen her in this light, her hair down in tousled waves and wanton eyes, and the surprise is welcome.