Page 55 of The Club

I think through what he’s saying. “So you use the sex club to identify what, predators?”

“In part, yeah.”

“So it’s a honey trap.”

“One that’s caught a few flies over the years.

“And you kill them.”

Rafael turns to put his back to the counter and sips his scotch. He doesn’t answer and doesn’t need to. I’ve seen him in action more than once.

I ask, “Was the one tonight nothing or something?”

He crosses his arms over his ribcage, resting his scotch against his elbow. “I’m not sure yet.”

“So you were watching this guy.”

“Yes.”

“For three fucking hours.”

“Apparently.”

“And in all that time, you couldn’t reply to me?”

Anger flashes through his gray eyes. “You didn’t reply tomelast night.”

“So this was you being a petty bitch?”

He scrubs at his face and suddenly looks so tired that I think,No. It wasn’t. It was something else.

I glance down at his crotch and feel something unfamiliar. I think it’s worry. “Why are you so hard?”

“Because I’ve had a prostate massager in my ass all night.”

“Jesus.”

“I need to come.”

My cock, which has been swelling ever since he walked in with his dick like that, throbs at the word. But he doesn’t get to ignore me and keep me waiting then demand my cock.

“Then do it,” I tell him.

He huffs. “You think I won’t jack off in front of you?”

“I know you will—because I require it.”

The anger fades from his eyes to reveal the truth. He’s upset. He needs me to take control.

I take his glass from him and set it aside. I start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the muscled planes of his chest. He uncrosses his arms to let me pull the shirt from his waistband.

I grip his sides and rub my thumbs against the notched muscles of his abdomen, skimming down to his tattoo. I want to keep going. I want to touch his cock and his ass, but I won’t.

I step back and pick up my scotch. “Finish undressing,” I tell him as I lean back against the opposite counter.

“You’re just going to watch?” he asks as he takes off his shirt.

“You’ll know what I’m going to do when I do it. Whatyou’regoing to do is whatever I say.”

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