Page 12 of Gilded Touches

“There are secrets about the Gilded Key Society here, New Orleans and even the one in New York that not everyone has access to. Key bearers are elite members of society, but their knowledge of the intimate workings of the real Gilded Key Society stops on the Society’s floor. They don’t get past the shows and private rooms. Key bearers consider this place a simple sex club. And that is fine. It helps weed out the players from the key holders who are after more.”

My brows scrunch together with true curiosity. When he looks like he is done explaining, I motion my hands for him to continue. “Okay? And? You can’t stop there.”

Jasper’s slow smile sends chills over my spin. He reaches out and strokes the back of his knuckles over the soft swell of my cheek once again. And just like before, my whole body hums hungrily for more of his touch.

“The clandestine society within the sex club is where the real power is found in this place. Empires rise from the depths of the Society. Thrones are built. And lost. As the night deepens and key bearers find their releases with their partners for the eve, the real Golden Key Society comes alive, its key masters engaging in activities that shape the fate of so many. Including them and they don’t even know it. Fortunes are made and lost. Alliances are forged and shattered. Shadows within the Society hold secrets that change the world.”

“And you know this because you are among the super elite.” I don’t know if I want him to stop there or if I should ply him with more questions.

Shayne rolls back the sleeve of his shirt and there among vines, chains and thorns etched in ink lies a hidden golden key.

“It looks fresh.” I trace a finger over the vibrant gold.

“It is.”

Fences with access to people with power. There’s a much larger story going on here, but I sense now isn’t the time to dig for more answers. All I know for sure right now is that these men are more than what they seem. They have power—real power. Money is a tool for them. And me? I’m in the right place at the right time.

For me that is. For them, I’m about to be the pleasure they should have never allowed themselves to be tempted by.

“Enough.” Voss eases to one knee and raises mine to settle it over his shoulder. Spread wide in front of the man, he murmurs in a voice just loud enough for me to hear him over the low thumping bump and grind music.

“Let me help you get back to where we were, jungle flower. Let me show you the kind of pleasure we can offer. We can talk about secret societies later.”

Okay then.

Using his thumbs, Voss moves my disguised thong to the side and slides his fingers through the seam of my folds.

I arch into Shayne’s arms, a gasp of surprise falling from my lips.

“I have to taste you,” Voss groans and then his mouth is on me. His groan turns into a hungry rumble as I start to rock against his mouth. With zero experience, instinct drives one hundred percent of my moves. I slip into the passenger’s seat and let it take over and give my body what it wants.

The tip of Voss’ finger rolls over my throbbing nub. Perspiration dots all over my skin.

“Voss, please.” I can’t believe I’m begging a stranger to give me pleasure.

“Beg me, jungle flower. I could listen to your voice all night. Say my name again and beg.”

“I need more. Just the tip isn’t enough. Voss. Please.” When I peer down my body and our gazes connect, a fire burns between us.

“Pleasure the lady, brother. Give her more so she rewards us with all the hot nectar we can drink.”

Jasper takes my chin in hand and tilts my mouth up to his just as his brother sucks my clit between his hot lips. The bolt of electricity that hits my core is nothing short of life ending.

Shayne and Jasper help me stay balanced as I reach for Voss. I drive my fingers through his thick hair and tighten my hold to the sound of a deep, masculine groan.

“Voss!” My panting gets in the way of saying anything else. Thick fingers trace the line of my pussy. My eyes slowly close as he eases a finger into my tight channel. The sheer size of his finger robs me of my senses. If he can do this with his fingers, what would taking his cock feel like? I desperately want to know.

He slides back and forth, working me with an expert touch.

I shake.

“Tell us that fantasy of yours, sweet thing, and if you want to give us your name, we’ll hold it close to our hearts forever. A secret only the four of us share.”

Jasper is killing me with his poetic words. I wish I could give him what he asks for but I can’t. I don’t want to ruin the moment with the past and all the luggage I’m hauling glued to my name.

I slowly rock over Voss’ hand and try to find the words to answer. “To have three men.” I take a deep breath, hold a moment. “I want to know what it is like to be filled so deeply and taken so thoroughly my body is sated to the max.”

So that the loneliness I feel to my bones every single day fades into nothing.

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