Page 108 of Kismet

“Oh,fuck!” My hands fly to his hair, fingers running through his dark, thick strands as he bobs up and down with a purpose. “Fuck, fuck,fuck!”

A euphoric tingling warms my entire body, making my head feel dizzy. He twirls his tongue along the underside of my cock before deep throating me, and when his throat closes around me, I fucking lose it.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come…” I slap my hand over my mouth, trying my fucking hardest to not make a sound. Heightened pleasure courses through my body as I explode down his throat, my cock pulsing and throbbing between his swollen lips.

After what feels like forever, the last drop squirts out, and he releases me with a pop. He stands right up, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and bringing our lips together. His tongue slips into my mouth, and my cock twitches again when I taste myself on him.

My arms wrap around his waist as I hold him close and continue kissing him until we’re both in need of oxygen. I nuzzle my face into his neck as he holds me. Neither of us making any attempt to move or get dressed for several minutes.

“So,” he mumbles into my hair, “is this what you wanted to talk about last night?”

I smile against his neck before pressing a kiss down on him. “Yeah, basically.” I pull back so we’re eye to eye. “I’d like to take things slow, but it feels worth it for me to explore what we have here.”

“Sucking my dick while I’m in a business meeting is slow to you?” He laughs, eyes gleaming with humor.

“Shut up.” I playfully shove him. “I don’t mean with sex. I mean… with our hearts. My heart.”

“I’m giving you a hard time, Bambi. I know what you mean, and I’m okay with it.”

“You are?” My heart thumps wildly behind my ribs.

“Of course, I am. Do you still want to get dinner tonight after work?”

“Absolutely. Think we worked up quite an appetite.” Wrapping my hand around his nape, I pull him toward me, pressing our lips together, sealing what I hope is our fresh start.

Chapter Forty

Stone Philips

“So, explain this again. It’s a strip club and an underground sex club?”

Cash has his hands clasped in his lap as he looks at me from the passenger seat. The nerves lacing his tone are adorable.

“Yes. Julian’s MC runs it. It’s the grand opening.” Merging onto the highway, I turn my blinker on and switch over to the exit lane. It’s Friday night and we’re on our way to Club Mayhem. I’m a little surprised Cash agreed to come.

“Is everyone going to be like fucking out in the open?”

“Not that I know of. They hired a dominatrix to perform some show, which I guess could include sex. I’m really not sure.” Looking over at him, I place my hand on his thigh. “We don’t have to go if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“It doesn’t,” he urges. “It’s just interesting. I don’t know what we’re walking into, but I definitely want to go. Could be kinda hot.”

The bashful smile he throws my way makes my pulse go haywire. The club is only about fifteen minutes from his house. We pull into a parking spot just after ten, the lot packed with motorcycles and cars alike.

When we walk in and pay the cover fee, we head into the main area. The whole room is dim, with a pink glow. The bar is on the other side of the room, straight ahead of us. It’s long and there’re pink LED lights under the whole length of the counter. Women and men are working on pouring drink after drink for customers, all barely dressed. Some women have pasties covering their nipples, some have nothing from the waist up at all.

The music is loud, vibrating through the area, and there are various poles located throughout the room. I sent Molly a text as soon as we parked and she just responded, letting me know they’re all downstairs. In the far corner of the area, there is a set of stairs, so I grab Cash’s arm, leading him in that direction. The stairwell is quiet compared to everywhere else.

Before we get to the bottom where there’s a door that leads to whatever the hell we’re about to walk into, I shove Cash up against the wall. His eyes widen, lips parting as he takes me in.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight.” One of my hands rests on the wall beside his head, and he automatically reaches up and grabs my arm.

“Thanks for inviting me. I have no clue what we’re in store for, but I’m sure it’ll be fun.” The way he’s looking up at me through his thick, dark lashes is sexy as hell, as always. The dim light in the stairwell shows off the gold flecks in his nearly black eyes, and his tongue peeks out, wetting his lips. My eyes follow the movement.

“C’mon. Let’s get in there before I’m tempted any further to take you in this stairwell.” My voice comes out gruff. I press my lips to his in a quick, harmless kiss before turning and walking the rest of the way down the stairs, adjusting the semi in my pants.

Pushing through the door, the sight before us is a whole different world from the one upstairs. Black leather couches are placed strategically throughout the wide-open space, and the area is covered in a red glow, as opposed to the light pink glow from upstairs. Unlike upstairs, there are no stripper poles, but there are mini stages placed throughout, with black leather chairs circling them. Some of the stages are empty, while others have two or three people playing together for everyone to watch.

In the far-left corner, there’s a much larger stage in front of rows upon rows of black chairs. Nobody is occupying that area yet, but I have a feeling that’s where the Dominatrix performance is going to go. In the far-right corner, there’s a dark hallway that houses several doors on either side. Julian mentioned private—and public—rooms, so that must be what those are.

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