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His eyes are hooded, and I know how easy it would be to take his cock out and ride him, right here, right now, but I want what he has on Saturday, too.

“I wish it was, too, but I made a promise.”

“To Manny?” I breathe.

He closes his eyes, sliding one more finger inside as he continues to pull on my nipple. “Yes.”

“Are you two getting along now?”

“Stop talkin’ about him while I finger fuck you.”

He rubs my nub with his thumb and I’m seeing stars. All week I’ve been so pent up. So full of lust at what we’re doing, and now I have confirmation, I’m happier than ever. I’ve tried to stay clear of both of them this week, giving them the much needed time to think. My stance hasn’t changed; I want them both.

I come, squeezing his wrist as it moves between my legs. I can’t contain my moans as he drags my pleasure out of me. He leans down to my breast, suckling my nipple into his mouth. “So pretty,” he murmurs. “Such a pretty pussy.”

But he stuck true to his word and did nothing more, except give me two more orgasms using his fingers.

When I arrived home, Manny’s light was off and I crept into bed, sated and tired, but also wired because my mind had been spinning about all the possibilities of what was to come.

Now we’re here.

I stare up at After Dark, Manny’s hand in mine. He’s been so affectionate since we left home. Kissing me on my bare shoulder. My tiny, strapless pink dress hugging my curves and accentuating my breasts. He can’t keep his hands and his mouth off me. We don’t even line up, Manny flashes something at them and he gets let through.

Inside is just as I remember from last time. It’s dark. The music is loud. And there are stages all around with women and men in different stages of undress. The vibe is sexy as hell, and as Manny runs his other hand over my stomach when he pulls me in front of him, I know he’s ready for whatever tonight brings. I not only see it in the sparkle of his eyes, but also the hard bulge pressing against my back. He’s hot for it.

“Are you okay,Princess?”

I smile. “Princess? I thought I wasChantilly?”

“You’re more than Princess, you’re a Queen.”

I push my ass against him, and he groans. “Let’s get inside before I find the next available surface to fuck you on.”

Hearing Manny talk so dirty does things to me. Knowing he wants me and he’s held off, probably because Bandit told him to, has me dripping wet. I know whatever happens tonight, my pussy is gonna be grateful.

We make our way through the club, my eyes everywhere as bodies dance. Nobody is allowed to get naked on the floor — except the dancers — or have sex, but there are rooms all around with viewing areas and private rooms for when all of this gets too much. I hope to hell the boys have rented a room tonight.

I squeeze Manny’s hand. “This is hot.”

He looks down at me, his lips curl up. I love his smile. I love his energy. He leans down and plants a kiss on my lips. “We can be ourselves here.”

I love those words.Ourselves.

He orders our drinks, and I glance around. There’s a woman on stage dressed only in a g-string. Her dance is so sensual, so beautiful that I’m mesmerized. I’m not into women sexually, but I can appreciate a fine rack when I see one.

“Wanna walk around for a little bit?” he whispers, holding a champagne flute in front of me.

I nod, taking it gratefully. “Okay.”

There is security literally everywhere, and that’s not a bad thing. They kinda blend into the crowd, and I’m so grateful that Cash has got none of the boys manning the security over here. I know that’s so they don’t get involved in any of the shenanigans. There are still plenty of single men, and women, in the club who’d be up for this.

He takes my hand again, and we take our time, watching all the different stages. Women in cages, dancing erotically. We move down a corridor to one of the viewing rooms. We stop, Manny behind me, his hands at my waist as he holds his drink precariously.

Inside is a woman sitting on a luxury chair, her arms wide as she rests against a huge bed, and there’s a man on the floor, his head between her legs as he eats her out. Her tits are huge, and because of how he’s kneeling, I can see his dick. It’s fully erect, and he’s tugging it with one hand.

“Shit,” I mutter.

Manny’s mouth is at my neck. “Sexy, huh?”

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