Page 88 of Taking Chances

The three of us cheer again, and I’m thankful Eric played with Lennox. It would be pretty silly cheering for the guy no one knows I’m involved with.

His hair is wet with sweat, his eyes two pools of gorgeous blue, and the smirk he shoots me is dangerous.

He screams trouble.Fuck.

“You need a ride home?” he asks to make matters worse.

“Why are you here with your car?” I ask as I drop down into the passenger seat.

He shrugs. “Thought you might need a ride.”

“Oh.” I won’t make this small gesture more than it is.Iwon’t.“So, you won.”

“I won.” Once again, he hits me with the deadly smirk.

“What would we do at the club?” I fidget my fingers in my lap, nerves now getting the best of me.

“What do you think?” Another smirk.

“I don’t know. Maybe we would watch… or be watched,” I whisper.

“Do you want that?”

“Not particularly.”

“Then don’t worry about it. Do you trust me?” He glances at me.

“I do.” I exhale, my shoulders relaxing.

“You gave me your limits; you know your safe words. And we can stop it any time you’d like. Though I doubt you’re going to stop it.”

I swallow the spit that gathered in my mouth. “Are we going… now?”

A deep chuckle rumbles out of him. “No, Firecracker. Though your tits look delectable in that shirt, I’m afraid there’s some prep work to be done for what I have planned.”

“Oh.” My brain relaxes, though my belly swirls with disappointment.

The whole driveto the club, I’m a nervous wreck. A million thoughts swirl in my head, and I’m barely aware of where we are or where we’re going.

Matt and Natalie are visiting her family, and Rina is way too pregnant for a sex club (her words—not mine), so I at least don’t have to worry about running into them.

I let out a gasp as his hand lands on my thigh, just on the hem of my little black dress. It’s warm and huge, followed by his deep voice. “Relax, Firecracker. I’m here.”

A nervous chuckle breaks free. “I’m not sure that’s comforting, you know?”

His face stretches into a beautiful grin. Damn, his teeth are perfect. “Look, if you’re not up for it, we don’t have to go. Or we can go and not do anything.” His hand caresses my now bare thigh, distracting me. “I just wanted to give you this. To surprise you.”

The idea of turning the car around sends panic through my veins. “N-no. It’s OK. I’m just nervous.”

Needing to switch gears, his hand lets go of my thigh. My skin burns where he held me, like his touch had lasting effects. In a way—it did. It’s hard to imagine going back to the bland love making I was used to after what he’s showed me. And a big part of me knows that whatever he planned will blow my mind. But a tiny part is finding it hard to let go of the ‘good girl’ image I was holding onto.

Still, no matter how hard I tried, I was never quitegoodenough. Maybe being bad is where my talents lay. Inhaling a deep breath, I decide to swallow down the nerves. I can do this. Or more importantly—I want to do this.

We park in front of a regular-looking building, with blacked out windows. Huh, I would never guess this is a sex club.

Lennox helps me out of the car, holding my elbow and I can’t help but marvel at him. He looks dangerously delicious, in black slacks and a black button down with the top buttons undone. His tattoos peek out from the shirt, and I’m itching to have my mouth on him.

That’s better, Anne. Let your hormones take over.

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