Page 45 of Indulgence
My brows rose, and my lips tipped into a smirk. “Maybe you have.”
We turned back toward the lounge, and I grabbed a seat on one of the empty sofas. Matteo made his way over to the bar, and I watched as he ordered our drinks before turning his attention to where I was sitting.
He caressed me with his eyes, letting them roam up my legs to my chest. He drank his fill of me, stroking the fire from across the room, until a man I hadn’t seen before broke into our haze.
Matteo greeted him, and they spoke as if they were old friends.
“That’s Cole Masterson.” A deep voice wafted over me. “He’s one of the owners.”
I looked back over my shoulder and found the watcher from the sauna. I shouldn’t have referred to him asthe watcher. It wasn’t nice since, without people who liked to watch, people to be watched couldn’t get off as hard.
He sat in the space next to me. Not too close but close enough to carry on a conversation. “You looked as if you were trying to figure out who your husband was speaking with or how you could murder him for holding up your big plans. I figured I’d help you with one of those.”
The level of attention he must have been paying to me to notice those things was unsettling, but I tried to remember that he people-watched and was probably good at reading a situation.
“Gerard.” He extended a hand, and I accepted. He had no five o’clock shadow on his pale skin. His hair was thinning a bit, and his eyes were dark and slightly too small for his features.
“Natalie.”
He scrubbed a hand across his chin. “I figured that, if we’re going to keep running into each other, I should at least introduce myself.”
No one had really approached us in our time here. For the most part, we came, explored, and then left. Our goal wasn’t to make friends. I wasn’t sure what the proper etiquette was for a situation like this, so I stuck with polite but not inviting as I turned my eyes back to my husband. This man had been listening to us in the sauna, had seen me naked, and had gotten off while watching Matteo and me.
I almost wished that I could telepathically call Matteo back over to where I sat. Something about the way Gerard watched me was disconcerting. I didn’t feel it while in the midst of sex with Matt, but without the sex, I didn’t enjoy the way his attention made me feel.
“The two of you put on a good show,” he commented as he looked Matteo over. A shiver ran down my spine when his focus shifted back to me. “Did you know your eyes melt like chocolate when you climax? You looked deep into me the last time I watched you come, and it was a gift. Thank you.”
What the hell was I supposed to say to that? I didn’t look deep into shit with this man.
I struggled to find a response, and after the silence had stretched well into the uncomfortable zone, Gerard shook his head and held up his hands innocently.
“I’m sorry. I bet that sounded really unnerving. I didn’t mean to upset you. I truly only meant that as a compliment. I enjoy watching the two of you and wanted to at least introduce myself. I shouldn’t have approached you without your husband.”
My shoulders relaxed. His interest was just mere curiosity. He didn’t want to peel off my skin and wear me as a dress. Or, at least, I didn’t think he did because he seemed sincere. He stood and tipped his head. “It was nice to meet you, Natalie. I’m so sorry I unsettled you. I hope that you won’t hold it against me.”
When he finally backed away, my shoulders dropped just a bit, and I waved off his apology. “It’s all right. No harm. No foul. It was nice to meet you, Gerard.”
He slipped away, turning down one of the halls, and I returned my attention to Matteo, who had finally retrieved our drinks from the bar. He handed over my Long Island and sipped his bourbon.
“Who was that?”
I sucked down a healthy gulp of my drink. “His name is Gerard. He’s watched us a few times and felt the need to introduce himself.”
Matteo’s scoff was filled with teasing. “I leave you alone for five minutes, and you have suitors coming to try to win your affections.”
“Suitors? Affections?” I laughed, almost spitting my drink across the velvety fabric of the tufted sofa. “What is this, the nineteenth century?”
He shrugged unapologetic for his nerdy humor. I loved that he was who he was and owned it. I also loved that he had situated himself so that he could keep an eye on the hallway housing the swing room. He was just as ready for it as I was.
This turned out to be the best kind of foreplay as we sat and daydreamed about what we were waiting to do. The images I was conjuring of being tied up in the swing might as well have been flicks of my clit with Matteo’s fingers.
I was swollen and wet.
Matteo turned his dark gaze to me. “I can smell how badly you need my cock, love.”
I rubbed my thighs together, wishing I could create enough friction to take the edge off. It was almost as if the orgasm I had in the sauna never happened.
He snickered as he shook his head. “I’ve definitely created a monster. What are you going to do when the kids come back and you can’t have cock every time you want it?”
