Page 6 of My Favorite Sin

I rock back and forth on my feet, glancing around every few seconds to keep my wits about me. A few people are scattered throughout the street, some entering nearby venues, but overall the night is quiet. Dark too, with only the sign of Club Noir glowing around me.

A drop of rain falls on my forehead. And then another and another until this light pitter-pattering of rain suddenly intensifies, gushing down. Swearing, I run beneath the tiny entrance canopy of Club Noir.

“Are you coming inside, madame?” Crammed beside me is a tall and broad man dressed in a suit, guarding the door.

I clutch my arms for warmth. “Oh, no. My… brother is inside. I’m waiting for him.”

The wind picks up, the rain slanting beneath the canopy. I step back, pressing against the door, but it’s not shelter enough and my coat quickly becomes drenched, the moisture seeping through to my dress beneath.

“Madame, I must insist you come inside.”

“I… uh… okay.”

The suited man opens the door and I shuffle in, out of the dark, wet, and windy night, and into a small entrance room. “Please, make yourself comfortable while you wait.” And with that, he steps back outside, leaving me alone.

I brush the wet hair off my face, shivering as the cold a/c hits my damp skin. Great, just great. How am I supposed to go out to dinner in a wet dress?

I let out a long sigh, scoping out my surroundings. A moment ago, I thought I was about to step inside some seedy establishment, but Club Noir is the opposite. Luxurious and sensual and…it’s like I’m standing inside a boudoir. Everything is silk and velvet. The walls are draped with red curtains and large mirrors framed with gold embellishments. There are plush couches and ottomans.

Ahead of me, a doorway is concealed by a velvet curtain, leading to the club, I assume. Within that doorway is the distant music of a live band—beautifully eerie and mystical music, like something I’d expect to hear at a circus. There are voices, too, and intermittent applause.

Temptation pulls at my chest. I lick my lips, wanting to step forward and peek through the curtain. A nearby thud distracts me. I turn around, expecting to find someone in the room withme.

But I’m all alone.

Thud.

Muffled laughter.

My eyes dart to the source, finding a wooden door near the street entrance. A cloak room, I suppose. Someone’s in there?

I raise a skeptical eyebrow and grab my phone to text Dan, wanting to get out of here as fast as possible.

Ally

It’s raining so I’m waiting for you inside the front entrance.

A thirdthuddraws my attention back to the cloak room. This time, the sound is louder. There’s a moan. The door slides open a fraction, just enough for me to see a man and woman making out.

My stomach does a little flip at the realization. Heat sweeps through me, gathering low in my tummy. Lower and lower. Although my dress and coat are soaked from the rain, I’m no longer cold.

I should look away, but I don’t.

My head tilts to the side, trying to gain more of a view. From what little I can see, the guy is handsome and clean-cut. The woman’s hands knot through his dark hair, ruffling it into a mess. His white dress shirt is untucked from his belt and the collar is unbuttoned. Behind them are a bunch of clothing racks. They’re in a cloak room, like I first guessed.

The woman giggles as he kisses her neck. His hands hike up her dress, grabbing her panties and sliding them down her legs. My lips part with anticipation and my groin is suddenly hot. Are they seriously about to have sex in such a public setting?

Next, the man is unbuckling his belt. My eyes remain pinned to the area, never having seen a man’s dick in real life. The angle doesn’t allow me to see it now either, but I keep watching as he grabs the woman’s thigh—his fingers dig into her flesh, that’s how much he wants her—and wraps it around his waist.

The two of them make a loud moan as his hips thrust against hers. I clench my legs, feeling a slickness between them as I watch these two strangers having sex. Another thrust. Grunting. The man’s jaw clenches like he’s straining, like the pleasure almost hurts. The desire I see in his eyes as he watches her… It makes me…jealous.

Never have I wanted to be another woman so badly in my life. To have a man desire me so deeply that he has to fuck me in public because he can’t wait for privacy.

The man’s breathing becomes more labored as his thrusting intensifies. There’s a glisten of sweat on his forehead. His groaning is so primal, it sends another wave of arousal through me. I touched myself only last night, yet the ache is back between my legs, needing release.

My breath turns heavy as I continue to watch, wondering what sounds the couple will make when they come.

“Ally—”