Page 140 of Filthy Rich Santas

I gasp, both shocked and thrilled, especially after the way Beckett essentially kicked me out of Radiance.

“Really? You mean it?”

“Does that mean you’re interested?” Tristan teases me.

I laugh, playfully smacking his chest. “Yes!”

“In that case…” Beckett turns into the parking lot of a nice-looking hotel. “Let’s drop our stuff off and find you something sexy to wear. But Lana?”

“Yes?”

He arches a brow. “Keep the plug in, and donotmake yourself come.”

I already agreed to that, but it’s easier said than done after a full day of edging. But I manage to hold on to my resolve as I slip into the sleek dress they bought me, then step out of the bathroom to show it off.

All three men stop and stare, and I smooth my hands down my curves. “Is it okay?”

“Wow,” Tristan breathes, his eyes roaming over me appreciatively.

Ryder lets out a low whistle, while Beckett just nods, his eyes dark.

“So, you said it’s a kink club, right?” I ask as we finally head out. “Um, which means an actual sex club?”

“That’s right,” Ryder answers me as we pull up outside. “Last chance to back out.”

“Absolutely not,” I say emphatically.

This is everything I’ve been wanting, everything I imagined when I first showed up at Radiance.

No, it’s better, because this time, I’m withthem.

All three of the men flank me as we approach the entrance, and I feel a giddy mix of excitement and nerves bubbling up inside me.

Beckett must sense it because he leans in close, his breath warm against my ear.

“Color?” he murmurs, his hand coming to rest on my lower back possessively.

“Green,” I say with no hesitation.

He smiles. “Good. And remember, we’ve got you. There will be a lot going on, and you can explore anything that interests you, but while we’re here, you’reours.”

Tristan makes a sound of agreement as Ryder adds, “We’re not sharing you with anyone but each other.”

As we step inside the club, my heart flutters with anticipation.

For this one night at least, it sounds like I’m truly going to get everything I could ever want.

32

LANA

Stepping into Eclipse,the sex club they’ve taken me to, reminds me a lot of my single trip to Radiance. The layout is a little different and the color scheme leans more toward industrial—all matte blacks and distressed steel versus the deep reds and dark leather of Radiance—but the energy is the same.

I love it.

The three men follow through on their promise to stick close to me, giving off possessive, protective vibes as they lead me deeper into the club.

The front of the place is sedate, with tables and quiet seating areas, but farther in, music thrums through the air, a deep bass vibrating through my body that feels as sensual as the sights I’m seeing.

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