Page 35 of Sinful Desires

On the way across town, I sent Aria another text, my heart beating faster now that it was a matter of minutes until reality would replace a photo.

Me:Go to the ladies’ room and wait for me. Be there in five.

She would have a dozen questions, none of which I would answer until we were face-to-face. By then, there wouldn’t be a need for words to teach her what happened to girls who sent me nudes to tease me—even if I’d started things.

“Valentina outdid herself,” Colton observed as our car pulled up in front of the club.

We cut our way through the crowd with ease—camera flashes going off around us, voices ringing out as a long line of partierswaited to get past the velvet rope holding them back. I didn’t see exactly how much cash Noah tucked into the palms of each bouncer, but it was enough to get us inside with no problem while a handful of would-be guests grumbled behind us. The music was damn near deafening, and I recognized a handful of famous faces as we entered the club’s main room beyond the front desk.

“How are we supposed to find them in all of this?” Colton shouted and scanned the room of roughly a few hundred people, where most of them danced, posed for photos, and drank plenty of what was probably overpriced alcohol.

“I need to find the restroom,” I called out. “If I run into anyone, I’ll let them know we’re here.” It made sense to head deeper into the club, assuming the bathrooms were in the rear. There was a short line of women waiting by an open door. Was this the only restroom? I would have to take a chance. Surely, I couldn’t be the only man in existence who’d ever sneaked his way past a line of impatient women.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” the girl at the front of the line demanded, hands on her hips, while a chorus of female voices rang out behind her.

“I need to pick up my girl,” I called out. “She texted she was sick in here.”

“We’ll get her for you!” another woman further back in the line insisted, but I pretended I didn’t hear her, nudging my way through the open door and passing a pair of giggling women on their way out. They eyed me and giggled harder but made no attempt to stop my progress.

Half a dozen stalls were in there and a row of sinks across from them, topped by a mirror running the length of the wall. Women clustered there, checking their makeup and complimenting each other. “Aria?” I called out, catchingeveryone’s attention. “My girl is feeling under the weather,” I explained with an apologetic smile.

“At the end of the row!” she replied. I headed straight in that direction, biting back a grin, and eased the metal door open to find Aria waiting, arms folded, scowling.

“How are you feeling, love?” I managed to wait until the door was closed before chucking at her irritation. She wasn’t irritated enough to deny my demand, was she?

“I met you in here,” she whispered fiercely, tapping the toe of a strappy stiletto heel. “Okay? I took the dare.”

Right. Because that was all I’d had in mind. Even if it had been, the sight of her in a tight leather skirt and low-cut, sleeveless top would have changed my plans. She had pulled out all the stops tonight, and the thought of other men ogling her luscious body left me glad I’d joined her before any of them made the fatal mistake of putting a hand on her.

“What are you doing?” she whispered as I slid the latch side to lock the door.

My answer was covering her mouth with mine, tasting vodka and olive brine lingering on her lips. The dirty girl liked dirty martinis. “You think you can tease me like that, and I won’t have to attack you?” I whispered, kissing her again, my tongue halfway down her throat by the time my hands slid beneath her tight skirt. Turning, I backed her against the door and pinned her there with my body.

The hands she pressed to my chest tightened to fists, clutching my shirt once the simple act of igniting her passion was complete. I raised the skirt to her hips, and she lifted a leg, wrapping it around mine, grinding her hips in a frantic attempt at humping me. While voices overlapped and echoed on the other side of the metal door, she slid a hand between us and lowered my zipper.

Just when I thought I had the upper hand, she insisted on topping me. “Bad, bad girl,” I whispered in her ear, breaking the kiss, my tongue teasing her lobe. She arched against me, and I fisted my cock, guiding it against her seam, my dick jumping at the contact with her wet folds. She was still pantiless, the naughty thing.

“Where’s your panties?” I hissed before stroking the head of my cock between those plump lips. She pressed her face to my neck to muffle her high-pitched cry on contact with her hot flesh.

“My purse,” she breathed out, bearing down on me, rocking her hips against my hand then taking my rigid cock in hers. Pure lust made my head spin before I claimed her mouth again to muffle her whimpers as I slid two fingers deep inside her tight cunt. She was bad for me, only for me. There was something surprisingly hot about it, knowing I was turning her into a risk-taker.

“Who’s in here?” a woman called out from the other side of the door while Aria stroked me, using precum to lube my shaft. Her fist moved in a blur, and I matched her speed, pounding my knuckles against her sensitive flesh. The end was just ahead, rushing up on both of us.

Suddenly, she went stiff, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream as her muscles contracted around my fingers. I reached out blindly for the toilet roll and pulled a handful free to catch what shot from my tip a moment later. By the time the rush passed, I was weak in the knees and laughing softly at what we’d done.

Aria slapped my shoulder, then held a finger to her lips. “Let’s not be too obvious,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. “I can’t believe that happened.”

She was still sandwiched between the door and me, and I couldn’t resist taking advantage of that, kissing her until she sighed, melting the way she always did when it came to me.

We had so little time left together. I had to take every opportunity to enjoy her before no chances were left. Fuck, I was going to miss this.

“You know what I think?” I asked, brushing my lips against the tip of her nose. “You’re an adrenaline junkie.”

Snorting, she shook her head, then went through the motions of straightening out her clothes and hair with trembling hands. “I’m the furthest thing from it.”

She didn’t have me fooled. I caught her pleased smile when she thought I wasn’t looking.

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