Page 66 of Off Season

“Tami who?”

“Tami Maida.”

I let out a laugh. “You’re the worst liar ever. That’s Gemma’s pen name.”

“Shit. How do you know that?”

“My sister reads her books. And you have them all on your bookshelf, dipshit.”

He twists his lips. “Okay, I’ll wait for your answer.” His lower lip protrudes out. “Please come with me.”

“Just give me a few days. In the meantime, are you ready for your birthday gift?”

CHEETAH

We have to take a cab to the address Kam gave the driver. It’s in an area of town I’ve never been to. I wouldn’t call it the high-rent district.

She’s wearing her signature mischievous look throughout the entire ride. I can’t imagine what we’re doing.

The past few weeks with Kamryn have been amazing. She’s let her carefully constructed walls come down a bit. Not a lot, but I get tidbits of the real her now and then inthe forts she’s come to love. And the sex? It’s mind-blowing. We’ve been going at it like rabbits. I’ve never had this kind of connection with a woman before.

We arrive at a building with no signage and minimal lighting. “Are you planning to murder me, Kam bam?”

Her lips curl in amusement. “No, but a little choking might be involved.”

“Color me intrigued.”

She lets out a laugh. “I bet.”

She knocks on the big metal front door of the building. A giant muscular man in a suit opens it and she gives him her name. He scrolls through his iPad until he seems satisfied, after which he allows us to enter.

Once in the small lobby, there’s a sign leading into a better-lit area. It readsClub Yeur. “We’re going to a club? Not what I was expecting but I do love dancing with you.”

She shakes her head. “It’s not that kind of club, and I can’t believe you’ve never been here. It’s right up your twisted alley.”

“What kind of club is it?”

We emerge from the darkness into the lights. They’re not bright, but brighter than the dark area of the entryway. There’s music, but it’s not loud. It’s in the background and very sultry. There’s a giant bar, several sofas, and a handful of tables and chairs. There are also multiple hallways that look like they lead to other rooms. The patrons, all dressed unusually nicely, aren’t just talking. Several of them are full-blown getting it on. More so than what you’d expect at a bar that looks like this.

I look at her. “What is this place?”

“Club Yeur as in voyeur. For lack of a better term, it’s a sex club. It’s about making your fantasies come true.”

My mouth starts to water. Holy fuck. How do I not know about this place?

A different man approaches us with an iPad. “Ms. Hart?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“Everything is set up for you and your friend. Follow me.”

I turn to her. “What does Kamryn Hart have up her sexy sleeve?”

She takes my hand, and we follow the man to what appears to be a private room. Before we go in, he gives her a few safety instructions that I don’t listen to because the throb in my dick has suddenly become so damn loud.

When we eventually walk into the room, we see a huge wooden bed along with a sitting area set up as though whoever is sitting will be watching whatever is going on in the bed. The room's colors are darker reds and greens, like a Ralph Lauren vibe. The lights are low, but not low enough that you can’t see everything.

Kam instructs the man to give her two minutes to explain before showtime. What is showtime? Dear god, I feel like I’m at Disneyland.

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