Page 175 of Charming Deception

There’s no doubt in my mind about it.

If I questioned it before… any questions I had in my heart had all been answered when Jameson Vance slammed his dick into me and started calling me “my wife.”

You’ll have to get used to my appetite if you’re going to be my wife.

Yes.

Yes, I could get used to it.

I’ve gotten very used to it this week already, and now I’m addicted, thank you very much.

He leans in across the intimate table and speaks low in my ear. “Don’t look now, but my brother’s here.”

I lean closer to him. “Which one?”

He nods to someone over my shoulder, someone I can’t see. I don’t look, because he told me not to.

“Damian. Quick gossip for you.” He twirls a lock of my hair around his finger as he speaks in my ear, his breath heating my neck. “Damian oversees our hospitality assets. Luxury hotels, restaurants, bars… you know all that. But his pride and joy is a private sex club he started up himself. Don’t tell him I told you. Pretend you don’t know.”

I gape at him.

Sex club?

Jameson smirks at me as he sits back in his seat. I can see he finds the idea as what the fuck as I do.

Have you been there?? I mouth at him.

No, he mouths back. With a look of horror that tells me he thinks the idea of going to a sex club owned by his brother is right up there with incest on his list of turnoffs.

“I have so many questions,” I say out loud, then bury my face in my wineglass.

“Save them. He’s coming over.”

A moment later, he reaches up to shake hands with his brother as Damian Vance stands over our table.

I swallow wine and smile up at him, shaking his hand when he reaches for mine. Damian briefly kisses the back of my hand, a move that not many men could pull off so authoritatively. He wears a sharp suit of such a deep blue, it’s almost black, his wavy dark hair swept back. He’s the epitome of dark, dangerous, and elegantly mysterious.

His eyes sparkle at me as he takes one of the empty seats at our small table, and I realize Jameson has invited him to sit down with us.

My head is still pulsing with those two words. Sex. Club.

Jameson hides his smirk behind his wineglass. He’s amused by my shock.

Jerk! I mouth at him discreetly.

His eyes narrow with a heated look that tells me I’ll be getting a spanking for that later.

We share a round of pleasantries, and Damian asks about our trip to the island. Jameson tells him how relaxing it was, and I fill my face with wine.

Yeah. Relaxing.

If multiple rounds a day of doggy style, girl on top, reverse cowgirl, intense-eye-contact missionary, throaty blow jobs, and endless cunnilingus could be considered relaxing.

It was. Occasionally. Briefly.

Until we both got aroused and started fucking again.

Jameson pulls his phone from his jacket pocket. He glances at it, and I realize I’ve been screwing him in my head while he chats with his brother.

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