Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 52699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
I put in the work, and played my best in every round, until life dealt me a cruel hand that forced me to fold.
Even though it would be selfish for me to pursue that now, I indulged in the world whenever I could. I entered playwriting competitions, served as an extra or a stagehand on smaller-level productions, and penned digital reviews under a pen name whenever I was offered tickets for opening nights.
In the middle of intermission, my phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Where are you, Miss Tanner?”
“Gershwin Theater.”
“How long have you been back in town?”
“Not long.”
“Good. I’ll pick you up in ten minutes.”
“For what?”
“We need to take a drive upstate and find a body before the police do,” he uttered those words like he was ordering a sandwich.
I waited for him to say this was a joke.
“Which side of the theater are you on?” he asked.
“Are you ever going to give me a real case?”
“Left or right side, Miss Tanner?”
“Everyone else works in the office whenever they’re not in court.”
“Don’t make me ask you again.”
“I need to check on Olivia and Elliot.”
“I checked on them this morning and set out fresh water, they’re fine.”
“You broke into my apartment?”
“Miss Tanner…”
“I’m on the right side.”
“Be ready,” he said. “Oh, and Miss Tanner?”
“Yes?”
“This is a real case.”
Olivia and Elliot purred in my lap as I sat outside a lounge called Club Fed. This was the fourth car of Damien’s I’d experienced—a custom Audi R8—and the slight guilt I’d felt over damaging his McLaren had diminished.
Damien was chatting with a bouncer, looking even sexier than usual in a light grey suit.
He strolled toward the car and motioned for me to open the door.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“I need you to come inside with me,” he said.
“Why?”
“It’s a swinger’s club. No single people allowed.”
“The firm has an entire department dedicated to private investigations,” I said. “There are seventy people who work on that floor.”
“What’s your point?”
“Have you ever considered asking them to do stuff like this?”
“They do a lot of things for me.” He smiled, and my heart had the audacity to skip a beat. “Stuff like this is off the record, though.”
He scooped Olivia and Elliot into his arms and placed them in the backseat.
“If they scratch anything, I’ll pay for it.”
“I won’t hold my breath,” he said. “You still owe me a payment plan for my other car.”
“Did you get it fixed yet?”
“Still waiting to get it back.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his side. My heart raced as we approached the entrance, and the bouncer led us to a booth in the back.
As Damien set up a mini camera to watch the cheating spouse we’d been tailing all night, I stared at the dance floor in utter shock.
Half-naked couples writhed against each other, nearly sexing in front of everyone. They shared a passionate kiss with the person in front of them, but by the time the song ended, they were tasting the lips of someone else.
Out of the corner of my eyes, a security guard held up a velvet rope, leading a few couples down a dark hallway for privacy.
“First time?” A bald guy tapped my left shoulder.
“Huh?”
“This must be your first time here.” He licked his lips. “Are you here to play or are you comfortable alone?”
“She’s comfortable with me.” Damien pulled me into his lap, so I was facing him. “You can go.”
The guy rolled his eyes and sauntered away, quickly entertaining someone else.
“How long do we have to stay here?” I asked.
“Not much longer.” He tightened his grip around me, and I felt his cock hardening under me.
“I missed you this weekend,” he whispered into my ear. “And I’ve never missed anyone before.”
“What?” I gasped as he palmed my ass. “Mr. Carter, I—”
“You should be calling me Damien at this point,” he whispered. “I’ve been inside you…”
I gasped as he pulled open my shirt and kissed my breasts.
“Did you go out of town to fuck someone else?” he asked.
“Ahhh.” I shook my head as he sucked hard on my nipple. “No…”
“Hmmm.” He pressed his palms against my thighs, caressing me. Then he slipped his right hand under my dress, pushing my panties to the side.
“Do you want to fuck someone else?”
“No, Damien…”
“So, your pussy is mine?” He bit my bottom lip and pressed his thumb against my clit—torturing it with slow circles. He freed my lips from his hold and kissed my mouth, serving me a completely different tempo from the one with his fingers.
“Say it, Elizabeth,” he demanded. “Tell me this pussy is mine.”
“It’s…” I moved my hips against him. “It’s…”
“Tell me.” He briefly broke away from my mouth, punishing me with a harsh bite against my neck.
“Yours.” I breathed. “My pussy is yours...”
He finally pushed me over the edge of pleasure with a final stroke, and I screamed his name against the music, in front of other couples who were lost in their own worlds.