Page 24 of A Billionaire Dom

Linsey

I’d already checkedout a half dozen clubs around the city since arriving here. I wasn’t exactly a social person, but there was something about losing myself in a crowd of dancing bodies that helped turned off my mind. Euphoria, however, wasn’t a regular club.

I’d never gone to a BDSM club in any of the places I’d lived, and I hadn’t exactly thought of myself as into S&M, but the more I’d thought about it since I’d first heard of the club, the more I realized that I actually liked a lot of things that could be considered BDSM.

And that was how I found myself being signed in as a visitor by the same woman who’d told me about the club in the first place. Sherry had apparently been a member here since it first opened. I still wasn’t entirely sure how we’d ended up having that particular conversation, though. Kasey might’ve prompted it since she was convinced that I’d been spending too much time by myself, and I might’ve been annoyed with her about it if she hadn’t been right.

Sherry had assured me that I didn’t need to dress in any specific way, and once we were inside, I saw that wasn’t entirely accurate. Style was optional, but everyone in here had to look good. No ratty clothes or the type of casual dress that’d be acceptable at a bar. My strapless black dress and three-inch heels fit right in, and no one even glanced twice at my hair or piercings, but if any part of me had looked cheap, I had a feeling I would’ve been out on my ass.

After I assured Sherry that I’d be fine by myself, she inserted herself into a group of dancers and disappeared from my sight. The place was busy, but not so packed that I couldn’t breathe, which I liked. The music was good too. The song playing right now was from the group Holden.

Of course, that made me think about Davin, and then…there he was.

At first, I thought he was a figment of my imagination. A good-looking guy with a slight resemblance who my brain decided to pretend was the hot rich man I’d had sex with.

Then he turned to face me, and our eyes met. Recognition, followed quickly by surprise, turned to appreciative heat as he ran his gaze down my body and then back up again. By the time his attention was back on my face, I was only a few steps from him.

When I was close enough to hear him, he said, “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Whatever you’re having.”

He raised an eyebrow and gestured over his shoulder to the bartender. She gave him an appreciative look, but still smiled at me when she handed over the drink. If the rest of the staff here was like her, I might have to see what a membership cost.

“I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting to see you again,” Davin said. “And certainly not here.”

“The surprise is mutual,” I said, taking the glass he held out. Our hands touched, and a shiver went through me. “But I can’t say I’m not glad to see a familiar face.”

Someone cleared their throat, and I finally realized that Davin hadn’t come here alone. For a moment, I thought he was with the brunette, but then I saw the man standing at her side. Damon Holden.

“Hi.” He grinned at me and stuck out his hand. “I’m Davin’s brother, Damon.”

I shook his hand. “Linsey Keller.” I wasn’t sure if offering my condolences would be appropriate for this time and place, so I turned to the woman and offered her my hand.

“Jae Knox.”

“They wanted to visit Euphoria,” Davin said. He gave his brother a meaningful look. “And now they’re going to go explore on their own.”

Damon nodded and grinned, “Yes, we are.” He put his arm around Jae, and the two of them started for the dance floor.

When Davin turned back to me, I could see questions on his face, as well as the conflict about if or how to voice them. “Just ask.” I smiled. “Worst I’ll do is tell you it’s none of your business.”

He laughed, his relief evident in the sound. “I’ve never been in a situation where I’ve slept with a woman, taken her to dinner, andthenmet her here.” A tension I hadn’t realized he’d been holding trickled away. “You’re a visitor. Does that mean you’re new to this world, or just to the club?”

“It’s the first time I’ve specifically been looking into BDSM,” I said. “I tend to prefer things rough, which you already know, and I’m generally game to try new kinks, but I’ve never considered myself part of the group as a whole.”

“Are you here with someone?”

I didn’t need him to clarify the question. As a visitor, I had to have a member bring me here, but that didn’t necessarily mean that I waswiththat person. “A woman I met at work is a member. She’s dancing right now.”

“Do you want to dance?” He closed the remaining distance between us and everything else faded into the background.

“You dance?” I didn’t try to hide my surprise.

One corner of his mouth curved up, and he put a hand on the small of my back. “Occasionally, it’s good foreplay.”

At least I now knew that he and I had the same goal in mind. I might not have come here to get laid, but I wasn’t about to turn him down, not when I knew how hot the sex would be.

I nodded, and he escorted me to the edge of the dance floor. He turned me until my back was flush against his front, and I could feel the hard length of him pressing against me. I rocked my ass back, and he cursed, grabbing my hips and holding tight. My back arched, and I stretched my arms up along his chest. He bent his head, and my fingers found the soft, short hair at the base of his skull.

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