Page 27 of Reckless Games

When Adam said there would be a post-dinner show, I’m not sure what I expected. But it wasn’t this.

The man fucking the woman’s mouth jerks and then her eyes water as she must be swallowing him down.

It’s filthy.

Wrong.

Captivating.

When he pulls back, the vibrations stop, and I didn’t realize how close I was to the brink until I lose all sensation.

A frustrated moan slips out as I tip my head back against the booth.

“You know the rules, baby girl.” Adam suddenly appears in front of me.

He slips from the darkness like the devil he is and slides beside me in the booth. Nudging until we’re both at the back of it, facing the show in the center of the room. The woman is bent over now, and I’m pretty sure they’re both about to fuck her, but all I can focus on is Adam.

Once more, he’s in slacks and a dress shirt. But tonight, he has the sleeves rolled up, showing off his corded forearms.

I want to see more of him. The man who has bent me over and fucked me in the dirtiest way, but I’ve yet to see his body.

Adam wraps an arm around the back of the booth, and the temperature in the room kicks up ten degrees.

“Enjoying the show?” He tips his chin up to the stage as one of the men buries himself inside the woman. She screams, but the other man uses the opportunity to shove his fingers in her mouth.

“It’s not what I expected.”

“That’s not an answer.” He shifts toward me and slips a hand up the slit of my dress.

His fingers brush my panties, and they’re soaking. I’m throbbing as he strokes the back of his fingers against me.

“That’s the answer I was looking for.” He pulls my panties aside, and the moment his fingers touch my pussy, my body shivers.

I have to fight back the pressure that’s ready to burst.

“This dress looks stunning on you.”

“It’s beautiful.” I nearly choke on the words as he continues to toy with me. “Thank you.”

“The vision of you is thanks enough.”

Adam pulls the vibrator out of me, and I immediately miss it, even if it’s been driving me insane.

He pulls his hand away and tucks it in his pocket.

“You’re keeping it?”

“What else would I do with it?” He grazes my neck with his nose. “It’s my keepsake of our time together.”

It’s perverted. Twisted. But all I can focus on is the fact that it also means this will all end. We’re a clock ticking down, and I wish there were more hours on it.

He rakes his teeth over my neck, and I moan.

“How badly do you need to come right now, baby girl?”

I tip my head back and groan at the feel of him gripping my bare thigh as his other hand plays in my hair. On stage, the three people are forcefully fucking now. Or maybe that’s the next booth over. It’s all the same in this dark manor.

Sin and seduction bleeding together.

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