Page 16 of Gilded Touches

Jasper’s fingers glide beneath the thin strip of elastic keeping me from being fully exposed. It’s still pulled to the side where Voss left it, but from the look on Jasper’s face, the piece of cloth offends him. Using two fingers Jasper slowly, almost reverently, spreads the wet folds of my pussy. My body jerks and I involuntarily roll my hips. The bead of my clit peeks out and I watch as my father’s best friend’s dark gaze takes in the sight of my untouched sex.

Unable to stop myself I trail the tips of my fingers over Jasper’s rough beard and then do the same with Shayne. Will it chafe my thighs? Will I love it or hate it? I can’t wait to find out.

Jasper slips a finger through my folds and passes the roughened pad over my clit.

I shudder under his touch. I don’t think I’m getting out of here untouched. Definitely not with my heart intact. And I’m okay with that.

Soft cords of music drift into our darkened booth as the curtain parts and someone walks in. With them comes a burst of cold air and I’m jerked out of the fantasy I fell into.

Suddenly, I remember where we are at. And why!

“Gentleman. Miss.” A high-pitched, business-like voice fills the booth. “It’s come to our attention that there is no signature in the ledger for your evening of pleasure. If you’ll do me a quick favor by signing this, I’ll leave you to your evening.”

A bucket of cold water would be warmer than the ice pouring over me right now. I jerk my foot out of Voss’ hand and I push at Jasper’s shoulders. I grab the first thing I can and cover my exposed body.

“You better have a damn good excuse for picking now to interrupt us.”

I’m not hallucinating their protective stances nor the way all three men’s already deep voices turn into growls of discontent.

Jasper is on his feet and standing in front of me before I can get my arms through the sleeves of his jacket. Shayne and Voss complete the wall of protective muscle, blocking everything from view.

The older yet beautiful woman points to the papers in her hand. “I don’t mean to cause any friction, but you must sign these along with your partner for the evening. It’s Society policy, gentleman. We saw her come in, but there was no signature in the book or on file beyond the front desk. Policy holds no matter how much sway you hold among the key masters.”

Jasper and Voss lower their voices to where I can’t hear what is being said. I tuck the edges of Jasper's jacket around me and search around for my shoe. In all the movement, I feel the subtle weight of something in the jacket and I instantly know what it is.

Diamonds.

Semi-precious stones, too. I don’t know which it would be, but the most terrible idea slams into my head at the feel of all that money at my fingertips.

My sister will have a fighting chance. All I have to do is walk away with whatever Jasper plans on fencing this evening. It’s notmy fault he trusted a thief in a sex club. With this I can secure a place on the Belladonna crew and cover every hospital bill that comes my way.

Stella needs this.

“If you want to stay on the premises, you will need to sign, yes.” The hostess tries to look around the men, but they block her at every chance. I inch into the darker corner of the booth. The low light and their instinct to protect me from prying eyes gives me the out I need. I slip out of the opposite side of the curtain while the men face off with the Society’s work staff.

I put my knees to my chest and keep moving through the crowd. I don’t stop to admire all the beautiful men and women pleasuring each other or the shows. I take the stairs to the first level where the orgy in the ballroom is still in full swing. Damn. These people have stamina for days. I bypass the elevators and head straight for the exit that will take me past the doorman. On the other side, I slam on the breaks. If I go down, they could catch me at the doors. I go up, there’s only a rooftop.

Shit!

“Ivy, you there?” I press a hand to my ear like they do in the movies. Not that it does anything but I feel like I really need to have her in my ear right now.

“Listening. That was a quick fuck for having three men have a go at you if you are already done. Damn. I was making popcorn.”

“Change of plans.”

“I guess you don’t wanna be part of the crew then.”

I don’t know how I feel about that, so I push it aside for what really matters. “I need a fast exit strategy that doesn’t involve an elevator or a doorman stopping me.”

I get static and then a casual, “Why?”

I only get dead air over the earpiece.

Right. Ivy needs an incentive to help anyone.

“How does ten million dollars of diamonds sound?”

“Like you might become my right-hand woman, if it’s true.”

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