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Michael’s eyes shifted to Reagan, his expression appreciative but respectful. “Are you gonna introduce us to the beautiful ladyyou plan to have fun with, or do you plan on keeping her all to yourself?”
“Oh, believe me, I have no plans of sharing,” Elijah said, pulling Reagan closer. “But I’m happy to introduce you as long as everyone is on their best behavior.”
“Hey, we’re always on our best behavior around here,” Michael joked.
“Reagan Murphy, meet Michael Santos. He’s been keeping the peace at our front door for three years now.”
“It’s a pleasure,” Reagan said, and Elijah felt a surge of pride at how naturally she seemed to fit into his world, at least outside. It remained to be seen how she’d fit in on the main floor of the club surrounded by debauchery.
One thing at time, asshole.
“Is Tyler in the office?” Elijah asked, trying not to get too ahead of himself.
“Last I saw, he was monitoring in the back hallway. That new member, the judge—you know, the one you told us to keep a close eye on—he’s in house tonight with his newest plaything. Tyler said he was getting a bad vibe from the guy and was gonna watch him like a hawk.”
Elijah nodded approvingly. Even in his absence, his team was maintaining the strict safety standards that made Black Light what it was. Judge Bronner had looked perfect on paper—successful, wealthy, well-connected—but something about the man’s attitude during his interview had made him uneasy. On paper, there had been no reason to deny his membership, but that didn’t mean they weren’t watching him carefully until they knew they could trust him.
“Thanks. I’ll be sure to get an update from Tyler when I see him.”
As soon as Elijah opened the main door to the club, he was hit with the sounds of music and sex in equal measure. This lateinto a Saturday night, most members had moved past flirting and foreplay into hardcore play, and tonight was no different.
In the bar area—normally a relatively tame space—two couples were already deep into their own scenes. One submissive was bent over a high-top table while her Dom took her from behind, while another bounced enthusiastically on her partner’s lap in a corner booth.
If Elijah had been working, he would have directed them to move their activities behind the velvet curtain. But tonight, he was grateful for their rule breaking. These scenes were tame compared to what normally happened in the main club, and he wanted to gauge Reagan’s reaction to the live entertainment before moving deeper into the club.
He didn’t have to wait long. Just like when they’d watched the couple by the pool in Vegas, it was crystal clear that his Reagan was a voyeur. The heat rising in her cheeks, the way her breathing had become shallow, the slight tremor in her body—Christ, she was absolutely perfect for him.
Moving behind her, Elijah wrapped her in his arms and pulled her back tight against his chest, leaning in to speak directly against her ear exactly as he had near the Vegas pool. If he remembered correctly, that was when he’d discovered his good girl loved naughty dirty talk.
“You like what you see, little girl?” His voice was low, commanding. “Which one is your favorite? Do you want me to fuck you hard from behind, or would you prefer to take a ride on my cock like a good little cowgirl?”
Reagan’s legs actually started to shake beneath her, and Elijah had to tighten his hold to keep her upright. He strategically moved one hand to cup her breast while the other moved lower to cup her pussy through the fabric of her dress. Even through the material, he could feel her heat, her need.
She was so caught up in watching that she couldn’t even answer him, and Elijah had to bite back a groan of pure desire. He was tempted to lift her skirt and finger her to completion right there in the bar, but his sadistic nature demanded a different approach.
Instead, he released his hold and grabbed her hand instead, pulling her toward the velvet curtain that hid the real secrets of Black Light.
“But... aren’t we going to...” her protest trailed off.
“What, watch them finish?”
“Well... yeah.”
Elijah grinned back at her. “Why would we stay and watch them in here when we can head into the club and see the real action?”
Her eyes widened as she remembered there was so much more than just vanilla sex happening at Black Light.
“Elijah!” The shout came from behind the bar, and he turned to see Suzie abandoning her post to rush toward them. He was tempted to keep walking, but he knew the spunky bartender would never forgive him for avoiding her considering he’d been gone for weeks.
He changed their direction, pulling Reagan with him as they weaved through the crowded bar area toward the fast-approaching woman. The line of patrons waiting for drinks groaned as their bartender deserted them, but Suzie paid them no attention.
She launched herself the last few feet, and Elijah had to release Reagan’s hand to catch his employee before she knocked him over.
“I’m so damn glad you’re doing okay!” she said, nearly taking him off his feet with the velocity of her greeting.
“Yeah, well, with greetings like that I might end up back in the hospital,” he said, steadying himself with a chuckle.
He’d always liked the spunky bartender with her ever-changing hair color—blue was apparently this week’s choice—and her racy collection of tattoos and piercings. She looked more like she belonged in a biker bar than an upscale private club, but she was excellent at her job and the members loved her.
