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We enter the next one.

The room is quiet, the door closing behind us with a click.

Olivia takes off her sunglasses and spins once. Like most of the club, it’s dimly lit, giving off cozy, sensual vibes—an intimate atmosphere.

I take off my hoodie and watch her take everything in.

“There’s a bed.” Olivia points to one side of the room, then the other. “And a couch.”

The furniture is dark and elegant. Soft to the touch. Comfortable. Expensive. Exactly what the customers who pay an obscene amount for these rooms expect.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say we’re in a hotel. What is this place, Hold?” Olivia frowns, clearly confused.

Not that I blame her. I gave her nothing to go off of. No hint, no nothing. And she’s right, it does resemble a hotel room.

Grabbing the remote from the dresser, I walk to her and pull her back against my front. Facing the glass wall, I point at it. “What do you see?”

“An oversized milky glass window.”

I inhale deeply and push the button on the remote once.

Olivia gasps loudly, “Holy shit.”

Chapter 38

Olivia

Hating you would be so much easier than missing you.

“It’s a one-way mirror. No one from below can see us, but we can see them.”

Holden’s words register, but my brain is still trying to process the visual in front of me.

Unable to stop myself, I take a step closer to the glass and stare at the crowd that’s a level below us. “They really can’t see us?”

“Not at all.”

At this point, I’m practically pressed against the cool glass, trying to see as much as possible. The club’s setup somewhat reminds me of a stadium, just on a much smaller scale. The main floor below is filled with bodies while we watch them from higher vantage points. Many of them are scantily dressed, moving uninhibited among each other. Surrounding the crowd are booths that all seem occupied, as far as I can tell. They remind me of cabanas, sectioned off by heavy-looking curtains.Some of them are closed, while others are open. Since we’re on a higher level, it’s all visible to us regardless.

And the people in them are . . . My breath catches in my throat. “Are they . . . are they having sex?”

I couldn’t take my gaze away, even if I wanted to. A type of sex club is the last thing I expected to see tonight, but I can’t deny the buzz that’s running through my veins or the way my thong just got a little wet.

My gaze stays glued to a trio in one of the sections. Two men and a woman. All three of them are absolutely beautiful. Her body is rounder, reminding me of my own, but the two men are clearly enjoying it. I’m utterly mesmerized as they undress her slowly until she’s completely bare. Her breasts hang heavy, and one of the guys starts sucking on them while the other slowly shifts them toward the bed.

She lies down, her breasts still the sole focus of one guy while the other spreads her legs and begins to feast on her.

“Oh my God.” The words leave my lips in a breathy whisper. “They . . . he . . .”

I shift my weight awkwardly, touching my neck in an attempt to cool it down.

I’m not sure if Holden was waiting for my reaction, but he’s suddenly there. Right behind me, with his thick erection pressed against my lower back.

I arch into him, a moan escaping my lips.

“Fuck, Hurricane. You enjoy watching them, don’t you?”

“I . . . uh . . . yeah . . . wow,” I stammer like a total idiot because, yes, apparently, I really enjoy watching.

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