Page 11 of Wanted

The distress in her voice made Cale laugh. “Anytime you want to change that, we’re ready and able.”

She glanced down at the bulge in his jeans while he tapped a foot on the rung around the bar. Unlike her and Tony, he was sipping seltzer. He didn’t drink, ever. He was also militant about playing designated driver when she or Tony had had a bit too much. She didn’t know why but she’d never asked. Everyone was entitled to their secrets as far as she was concerned. “So how ready are you?” she asked, letting the intensity of her stare convey exactly how readyshewas.

They’d arrived. They’d seen—well, a little. Now it was past time to come.

Cale rose and cupped her chin in tense fingers, nudging her back against the equally hard male behind her. Tony’s bottle clinked as he set it down. Then he gripped her waist, guiding her bottom against his erection. His lips closed over her earlobe just as Cale’s mouth touched hers, his breath carrying a faint hint of lime from his drink.

Soft. His lips were so soft, and she hadn’t been prepared for that. Somehow his tenderness tilted this moment away from pure sex to something more. He didn’t have to be careful with her—hell, she was a sure thing—but he was. And that was so goddamn sexy.

His hold on her face tightened as he exerted gentle pressure, urging her to open to him. He didn’t have to prompt her twice. Her lips parted and he slipped his tongue inside, stroking hers with slow thoroughness.

Tony slid his arm up between her breasts and pulled her close. When his teeth razored along her neck, she shuddered and her body went limp between them, a sterling invitation for Cale to intensify his kiss.

Drawing back slightly, Cale caught her breast in his palm and squeezed. “Pretty tits,” he murmured, somehow making the wordtitssound almost romantic. His voice, so low and rich, trickled through her system, increasing the juice saturating her panties.

Tony rarely dirty talked. Since she was a doer rather than a talker herself, that didn’t bother her much. But she had to admit she looked forward to Cale continuing his erotic comments, especially as he twirled her tight nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Light pink,” he said as if drawing them in his mind from memory. “So light and delicate I’d probably bruise you if I pulled too hard.”

Could Tony hear Cale over the loud music? He was busy sucking on her neck the way she loved but she wanted him to hear everything she did, to be a part in every way. She shouldn’t have been able to hear Cale either but his lips moved against hers, branding the words on her flesh.

“Try it,” she said breathlessly, shifting her head so her lover heard her demand too. “Bet I don’t bruise.”

“She likes bruises sometimes.” Tony swished her dress over her ass so fast she actually blinked. “Don’t you?” The question was accompanied by a quick slap that reverberated straight to her pussy.

Nodding, she made a sound of acquiescence in her throat, incapable of speech. Anticipation fired inside her, blasting any hesitation away. If she visited Kink only this once, she wanted it to be the visit of her life. Whatever the cost, she would be decisive from here on out. She’d always been that way before, hadn’t she?

So what the hell had happened to her?

She’d thrown away her job, taken a step into the unknown. Fallen for a guy who was safe in many ways and dangerous for her in a dozen others. She’d sworn off falling for anyone after her disastrous divorce and for the most part, hadn’t wavered. But if any man could make her change her mind, it was Tony. Even so, she wasn’t going to be afraid of the aftermath of tonight’s actions. Whatever happened was for the best.

Now if she could only remember that.

“Let’s go check out the rest of the club,” Cale said as a woman balancing a tray of drinks nearly upended one over his shoulder. “See if we can find our own dark corner where we can watch. And participate.” He drew his fingertip down her nose. “Got your pad, Blondie? I know you’ll want to take notes.”

“I have a photographic memory.” She was way too hot and bothered to think about writing stuff down. Hopefully she’d be able to recall some of it tomorrow.

“Filled with dirty pictures,” Tony agreed as Cale nudged her in front of him and pushed her forward.

“You star in most of them,” she shot back.

Her lover came up beside her. “Not all of them? Need to rectify that.”

Together they made their way across the crowded dance floor and up the narrow winding staircase to a low-lit spacious room with plenty of seating and erotic art on the walls. Reggae music contributed to the relaxed vibe, as did the ease with which most people seemed to accept nudity. Marcia gulped in a breath and watched the dirty couples in particular. She could see people talking and eating—food at any rate—any day.

There were plenty of people engaged in clothed conversation but there were definite pockets of naughty. One woman rode her lover with careless abandon, her long white-blonde hair rippling down her back. His hands clenched her ass as he jerked her up and down.

Marcia grabbed her necklace and worked it through her fingers. Fuck, that was hot.

“Like what you see?” Tony asked against her cheek, his hand enfolding her needy breast.

“Mmm-hmm.” She pushed her nipple into his palm. “Big-time.”

A totally naked guy wandered past them, his full cock swinging proud. She let out a happy sigh. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

“He wouldn’t satisfy you,” Tony said, his voice confident. He still caressed her breast, more brazenly than before.

Maybe he was getting into this too? A girl could only hope.

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