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“Yes,” she answered. I hurried over and clicked it off, hoping it would suffice. She tucked the chair back in, and we placed the diary paperback under the pile.
“Nothing else moved?” I checked.
She looked around, biting her lip. “Nope.”
“Great, let’s get the hell out of here.”
Chapter 19 - Sasha
The Inferno Lounge that evening was packed both upstairs and down. I always loved coming here. I always did with Thalia, and a few times with Conall, Thalia, and Fenrys, and then there was that first night we’d almost had sex.
Downstairs, the club was writhing, a ton of people from such a small town all packed in the nightclub together. I recognized some faces who went to the steel staircase that descended into the club below, but Conall and I were sitting at one of the couches, at the far back, watching who came in, who left.
“Want to know something nasty?” I asked Conall, leaning into him. We were in public, eyes, were on us, and we were playing up the couple act. I’d been hanging off his arm all night, and my leg practically draped over his in my champagne, shimmering mini dress that hung in ruches across my chest. It was a strappy thing, far too mainstream for a small-town club, but I loved it.
“Go on.”
“Thalia and Fenrys had sex in one of the VIP booths,” I whispered, my mouth at his ear. He stilled next to me, his hand on my thigh, just above my knee. “I’m pretty sure Dakota and Aidan did after they all reconciled. Apparently, their mating bond snapped, and they went in there. That’s what Thalia said.”
“God,” Conall muttered.
I looked at him pointedly. “We could.”
He half laughed. “You want to have sex in the VIP booths?”
I shrugged a dainty shoulder at him. “Why not? It’s fun, isn’t it? Public sex.” Honestly, I didn’t know. I only had to hope I was doing a good enough job of not appearing like a virgin.
He brushed his mouth close to my jaw, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Sasha, when I fuck you properly, I want you splayed out on fucking silk sheets like you deserve, not some booth where anyone might hear us.”
His words made my brain go blank. His thumb circled my knee distractingly, and I had to work to catch my breath back.
Focus, I told myself.He’s teasing.
Except when I pulled back to look at him, his eyes held dark intent.
He pushed further into me, his hand sliding up my leg. The cool steel of his watch kissed my heated skin.
“I’ll have you spread for me on a bed,” he told me. “I’ll have you collared and mine for the taking. I’ll have you begging for mercy, Sasha.” He smiled at me, promises coming through the wicked, easy grin. “I can’t quite have that if we’re in one of those rooms now, can I?”
“They’re soundproof,” I whispered lamely.
“And a bed?”
“No bed.”
He tutted. “That’s not good enough for me. Not when it comes to pleasing you.”
My cheeks flushed hot. Conall’s eyes remained on me as he leaned over to pick up his whisky tumbler with his thumb and middle finger, looking effortlessly masculine and handsome. His eyes dropped to my chest, where my dress dipped low, and a hanging sparkling necklace fell into the gap of my cleavage. Idrew attention there, of course, I did. Better anyone see that than the flickers of nerves in my eyes.
“Sasha,” he whispered, making me want to lick the whisky from his lips. “Are you wearing underwear tonight?”
“Why don’t you find out?” I teased. This was always my game: bold with words, meeker with actions. But with Conall, I found myself less and less timid. I only remained stubborn to not give up my virginity yet. I couldn’t trust that he wasn’t just interested in me for the information I came with. I hadn’t given him a lot to go on. If anything, I’d kept more from him than I’d revealed. I couldn’t entirely trust he wasn’t just sleeping with me to get information out of me.
His hand slid higher up my thigh, almost at the hem of my dress, but two men who walked in caught my eye. I grabbed Conall’s wrist.
“It’s him,” I said. “The man Jackson was with at the diner.”
Conall’s eyes snapped to the two men who headed downstairs in the club.
