Page 8 of Unwrap Me

“Red wine and a whiskey, neat,” he says, that voice ever commanding.

“Why only one drink?” I ask, darting my tongue over my lips.

“Because,” Chris’ eyes zone in on me, intense and serious. “I want you to be coherent when I fuck you silly later.”

Any smart retort I might have had dies on my tongue. All I can do is nod while visions of him fucking me dance through my head.

“Chris.” I hear his name from behind me, turning to look over my shoulder just as two couples approach us. “I thought that was you.” The man who’s speaking extends his hand, and Chris takes it in his own.

“How are you, Grant?” he asks, the taunting Daddy voice dissipating.

“I’m great, how about you?”

Chris shrugs. “Business is going well.”

“And so is pleasure.” Grant has a toothy grin as he turns his attention to me.

My body heats as I realize all sets of eyes are on me now. Chris wraps an arm around my waist, tucking me into his chest while still leaning casually leaning against the bar. It feels possessive. And I think Ilikeit.

“Noelle,” Chris says, sending another bolt of electricity through me. “This is Grant.” He gestures to the man. “And this is his partner, Bailey.” Bailey smiles and gives me a one-handed wave. With purple hair that’s braided into Wednesday Addams style pigtails, she wears an elf costume that fits like lingerie. The green corset pushes up her tits, and a flared skirt barely covers her ass. Fishnet stockings and a matching green hat finish the look. It’s sexy and adorable.

“This is my friend, Ivy.” Bailey points to the redhead next to her. She’s also gorgeous. Instead of an elf, she’s dressed as a sexy Santa Claus. Or should I say, Mrs. Claus? With a red velvet bralette that’s lined with white fur and a matching skirt that’s wildly short. Her long red hair hangs loose, and there’s a Santa hat on top of her head.

I’m oddly jealous and in love with the two women with just one introduction.

“Hi,” I say, the word sounding squeaky from my lips.

“This is Connor.” Grant gestures to the man with his arm around Ivy’s waist.

Chris shakes his hand, and the boys chat for a minute. As soon as my wine is delivered, I’m thankful for the glass just to have something to do with my hands.

“So…” Bailey slips onto the barstool next to me. “How’d you meet Chris?” I get the feeling she’d be the kind of friend who’s nosy as fuck. But I’m in a sex club with a guy I met on the internet, so there’s no point in being ashamed now.

“The Desire app,” I tell her quickly, spitting the word out like ripping off a band-aid.

“Same!” Bailey smiles.

“Same here.” Ivy grins, leaning against her friend’s bar stool.

“Ivy used the app first,” Bailey explains. “And it worked for her, so I figured why not try it, ya know?”

Wow. I’m kinda shocked with 1) how forthright these girls are, and 2) that they met these guys on the app and are…dating? Chris did introduce Bailey as Grant’s partner.

“So you guys are dating…”

“Yep.” Bailey nods, a sparkle brightening her eyes. “Grant and I have been together for a few months. Ivy and Connor have been together, like, a year now.”

Laughing lightly, Ivy smiles. “It’s wild to think I met himhere, but I guess it’s kinda the best place, right? If the sex isn’t compatible…” She shrugs, not finishing her sentence, but we all know what she’s saying.

If the sex isn’t good, the relationship isn’t going to work.

Is that true?

When I think back to all my past relationships, the sex was…meh. Most nights, I would rather play with one of my toys and my imagination than my boyfriend.

Fuck.

“You look like you just realized something,” Ivy says, her head tilted as she watches me.

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