Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Hey there,” a voice cooed at me as hands slid up my back, then slipped around my shoulders to my chest as a woman appeared in front of me.
She was gorgeous, no doubt. Tall, blonde, somewhere in her thirties with the eyes and grin that said she would know exactly how to make even the most controlled man bust in her mouth within seconds.
I felt nothing, though, as she moved a little closer, smelling my aftershave.
Across the room, my gaze was on Scarlet as she turned, looking back.
Searching for me?
When her gaze found me, her eyes went immediately to the woman, then… hardened.
Hardened?
That was an interesting reaction.
But then she was moving away from her girls, and walking onto an area being used as a dance floor.
It took five seconds for a man to come up behind her, plastering his front to her back, his arm going possessively around her belly.
“You’re gorgeous,” I told her, because she was. And because it took balls to approach a man like she had. “But I’m actually working,” I said, nodding toward Scarlet.
The blonde turned, gaze following mine.
“Lucky girl,” she murmured. “Well, I’m here if you ever aren’t working,” she said before moving away.
Across the room, Drea was on some man’s lap, his hand pushing up the hem of her skirt.
Di was chatting up a woman in a red dress.
But I barely spared either of them a glance.
They weren’t my concern, aside from making sure no one was actively hurting them.
Scarlet was my focus.
My gaze moved back.
As the man swayed with her, his hand started inching up her belly, toward her breast.
I knew this was a sex club.
I knew that, objectively, the girls hadn’t come here just to watch.
They seemed to forever be chasing different experiences.
It wasn’t my place to tell them, not even Scarlet, that she couldn’t live her life how she saw fit.
Still, as that man’s hand closed over her tit, a growl moved through me.
And I was storming across the club, reaching for Scarlet’s hip, and yanking her away from him and against me.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she snapped as the guy shook his head at me, likely thinking that I shouldn’t have brought my woman to a sex club if I was the sort to get jealous.
And I got it.
This wasn’t my first time in a place like this.
It wasn’t a place you brought a woman you wanted to yourself.
I understood the rules.
Which was why my reaction to a man with his hands on Scarlet made no sense.
She wasn’t mine.
And, sure, it was my job to make sure she didn’t bring too much shame to the family name. But this was a club full of consenting adults. And no cameras.
No one would know what she did—or didn’t do—here unless she told them.
Even knowing this, my arm tightened around her.
“This is the exact thing I was hired to keep you from doing.”
“What? Having fun?” she asked.
Did her ass wiggle against me purposely?
Or was she trying to move away?
Whichever it was, the way my cock stiffened was completely fucking inappropriate.
I was so distracted by my reaction to her that she twirled away.
That haughty chin of hers raised and her blue eyes flashed as she grabbed a shot off of a tray as it passed, throwing it back as she glared at me.
Then she twirled away into a crowd, and I didn’t find her again until she had a drink in both her hands, and Di at her side, the two of them whispering to each other as they watched a man push another man onto his knees.
Needing a moment, I went to the bar myself. I lucked out that no one was getting rammed there while I ordered a single shot to try to ease the frazzled edges of my nerves, to soothe over my urge to go over there and push Scarlet herself onto her knees.
I stayed at that bar, my gaze fixed on Scarlet as she and Di kept watching the goings on, making sure to keep their eyes averted from Drea who’d climbed on that man’s lap, and was riding him slowly while another man reached out to expose her breasts and start feeling her up.
Scarlet and Di drank.
Excessively, as usual.
But they were clearly there to watch, not experiment.
The problem was, as they got more visually wasted, the men around them started to get ideas. Moving in close. Hands brushing. Faces leaning in and whispering fuck-knew what into their ears.
I forced my feet to stay in place as the urge to march over there and physically remove those men from Scarlet’s vicinity overtook me.
Then, like she sensed my flickering grasp on my control, she moved herself in front of a man old enough to be her father, her arm going back around his neck as her ass ground up against his hips as she moved in a slow, sensual dance.