Page 89 of Take Me Under

“Can you feel the energy of this place?” he murmured.

“Yes.” The word was barely above a whisper. I swallowed, my fingers tightening on his shoulders.

“There’s misconception about these clubs, particularly by close-minded people. Not everyone comes here for sex. Some explicitly plan for it, but it’s so much more than that. Half of the people on this dance floor have come solely for the sexually charged environment. Then they’ll go home and make their own fun after.”

I couldn’t deny what he was saying. Sexually charged was an understatement. Being here—pressed against Anton—watching the sensual dancing and touches of those around us was a turn-on like I’d never before experienced. I could feel the tightening in my core and the wet heat forming between my legs. There was no doubt. I knew the sex between us would be explosive tonight.

Over his shoulder, I watched as another couple disappeared through the door in the corner of the room.

“Anton, what’s through that door?”

“Most likely, the playrooms.”

My eyes widened, not needing him to explain what sort of play went on.

“The doorway to sin,” I murmured, more to myself than to him. “I think I’ll stay out here tonight.”

I felt Anton’s chest vibrate as he laughed. “We aren’t going through that door, princess. I have other things in mind for us.”

“Such as?”

He pulled back to look at me, his dark eyes smoldering.

“Come with me. There’s a loft area upstairs. I want to show you something.”

Intrigued yet apprehensive at the same time, I allowed Anton to lead me toward a narrow staircase tucked away in the opposite corner from the doorway to sin. The music pulsed around us, each beat matching the erratic pace of my heart as we ascended. The stairwell opened into a loft area with low lighting and leather couches. There were a few couples lounging about, talking and enjoying their drinks, and looking very normal all things considered.

At the far end of the loft, Anton stopped in front of a glass wall. Beyond it, a dark room came into view. The sight hit me like a jolt.

Naked bodies were everywhere, and not a single one seemed to care or notice the people in the loft staring down at them. They were too busy with each other. Some couples separated themselves from others, keeping their sexual escapades monogamous. But there were other areas of the room that entertained larger groups of people, everyone moving so in sync, it was hard to tell where one person ended and the other began. They surrendered to rhythm and desire just as the space demanded they should.

I placed my hands on the cool railing lining the glass wall, my heart hammering.

This is insane. What am I doing here?

I’d never before felt so out of place, yet I also didn’t want to leave. It was wrong to stare, but the dampness forming between my legs was proof of my arousal. I couldn’t look away. Watching the people below was provocative and voyeuristic in a way that sent an unexpected heat coursing through my veins.

Anton stepped behind me, his body close enough to feel but not quite touching. I leaned back into him, my gaze settling on a woman who was being taken from behind by her lover. Sheglanced at a nearby couple, and there seemed to be some kind of silent communication before the pairs moved together and…

Are they swapping?

“Sometimes, it’s not about participating,” he murmured, his voice low. “It’s more about seeing what turns you on.”

My throat constricted, and I angled my head to look at him.

“Is this…is this what turns you on?” I asked, praying to everything holy that Anton didn’t expect to share me with others. That was never going to happen.

He smiled, but didn’t answer. Instead, he skimmed his hand down my hip, reaching around to the front. Moving lower, his hand slid up under my dress. He paused when he reached the lace band of my thigh-high. His eyes burned even darker, churning with a new hunger.

“I’m a sucker for thigh-highs, princess. Leave them on later.”

“Okay,” I whispered as his hand traveled up further. My breath caught in my throat when I realized what he wanted to do. “Anton, wait. People could see.”

He grinned. “That’s the point, princess. But if it bothers you, don’t worry. We can see them through the glass, but they can’t see us.”

I turned my head away from him, focusing again on the people below. For some reason, knowing the glass was only one way gave me the nerve to study the people a little more carefully.

It wasn’t long before the intense ache between my legs bordered on painful, and I began to wonder if I was overthinking the entire situation.

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