Page 28 of Tender Offer
Video panels simulate traveling up and down in a lift. Those looking for the thrill of getting caught “stop” on the occasional floors. The security camera inside the stationary unit provides the option to cast the feed on a screen to voyeurs outside the installation.
Cages housing masked nude dancers pleasuring themselves with toys appear when the corridor opens. The units are narrow but tall enough to stretch out—literally. Smoke billows beneath the door of a closed conference room. Guests gather around a fogged glass window to watch cloaked participants going at it on top of a large conference table. Others are against the wall, masks peeled back to expose their mouths to pleasure and body parts.
I huff under my breath and speed by the show, which stars my brother and two women. One woman is on her knees, sucking him off. The other is balancing herself on top of a water dispenser while he drives the long nose of his gold mask into her pussy. That’s why he packed two masks for tonight.
I turn down the corridor that’s accessible to guests. The other end is under construction for an installation opening soon.
Makeshift doll boxes showcasing guests on display glimmer on the groups that form around the illuminated units.
Trios. Couples.
Solo performers.
Every eye in the open room is on skin that’s beaded with sweat. All except one hooded figure who’s standing in front of an empty box.
My steps are cautious as I approach Madison. She’s staring at her reflection, and her breath catches once I’m behind her. Silk rises and falls as our eyes lock and her lips part.
Soft moans and the music pouring from the speaker system are no match for the uneven rhythm of my breath.
To be this close without her recoiling fills me with a hope I haven’t earned. I want her.
Madison slowly turns to face me. I’m not ready for the gaze she casts. It’s a steady longing, searching over the black horns curling above my head. Black and bronze feathers extend from my hairline to my cheeks, with a bronzed plate of spikes lining my eyes. No one knows it’s me behind the mask, but Madison stares, determined to solve the mystery.
“I wish you were someone else. Someone I shouldn’t want,” she says, sadness lining her tone. Long lashes drop at a sigh that flares my nostrils.
I’m not a jealous man. I have a good heart, and I own a mirror. I know I look good, but if Madison is insinuating longing for Terrence in any way, I’ll lose my shit. I can’t ask her. If I do, she’ll recognize my voice.
She quells my desire to commit an international crime when her dark eyes slide back to mine. The simple touch of her hand pressed to my chest heats my skin, awakening a desire I haven’t felt in years.
“You look like him,” she whispers. “Your eyes.” Her finger brushes over my mouth, and I gently take it between my teeth. My dick pulses at her moan. “Your lips. Pre—” She catches herself, and I release a quiet breath.
She wants me.
Madison scans the room. “This place is about fantasies, right? You can’t be him, but maybe for tonight I can imagine you are.”
The invitation drips down to the base of my toes. I reach for her hand and guide us toward a room only I can access.
Chapter 16
Madison
I’m deep in an abyss of ass and satin, fighting hallucinations.
Do you know how far gone you have to be to fantasize about your ex at a sex club instead of the man in front of you who’s ready to lick you from crack to crease?
I couldn’t control the gasp that escaped when I envisioned my billionaire former lover underneath the intricate minotaur mask. Even with feathers covering most of his features, he looked familiar. I froze under his observant gaze, which seemed to last an eternity, one I lived in another life. The black-clad figure staring down in silence prickled my skin and forced me to contend with the broad length of his chest and shoulders.
I never summoned Preston here, but that didn’t stop him from stalking my thoughts and haunting my desires.
If I can’t escape him, Mr. Tall, Fit, and Fine will have to do.
The masked stranger pulls me with a protective hand. The muscles rippling under his cloak rattle my thighs as I move to keep up with his long stride. These damn stilettos are no match for his Viking legs.
We weave through small groups frozen in place by the scenes before them. My jaw hasn’t come off the floor, and neither will the woman in a makeshift doll box. She’s strapped to a sex swing wearing nothing but heels and nipple clamps. A cloaked figure stands between her legs at shoulder height, swabbing her insides with a vibrator. The box has to be soundproof, the way her head tips back and her chest heaves.
The ecstasy coating the air is intoxicating. I’ve never seen anything like Ravenous, and I question where my curiosities would take me if I released my inhibitions.
Public sex is somewhere on my bucket list, tucked away from judgment. I don’t have the guts to do anything completely obvious, but it’s an itch I’d like to scratch.
