Page 16 of Say My Name

He chuckles softly. “That’s the forbidden aspect of it. Why do you think these types of clubs exist? It’s here to bring us out of our shell.”

I gaze over my shoulder at him. “I just thought it was so people could get off as many times as possible.”

Devereaux laughs at my words. “Not entirely. Sure, who doesn’t love a good orgasm? But it’s a place to explore different things.”

I think about what he just said about orgasms. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced agoodorgasm. I’ve had orgasms, but nothing earth-shattering like I’ve read about in romance books. I turn my attention back to the couple on the couch.

The woman is striking, with long dark hair and great bone structure. The man is as beautiful as his counterpart. Where do they find such gorgeous people?

“Are they famous?” I hear myself asking, finding an ounce of detective in my quivering body.

Devereaux doesn’t give up any information on their identity, just hums in my ear. “No. Watch what he’s doing to her.”

The man’s hand moves under the woman’s black dress, and I watch her expression. I envy the pure ecstasy she must feel as he pumps his hand.

He stands her up, and now there’s no turning away. I’m so curious about what he’ll do to her next. I nearly gasp out loud in anticipation. The guy remains seated and trails his fingers up her thighs. I barely blink as he removes the woman’s dress, and she’s left wearing nothing but red lace panties.

The man rests both hands on her hips and brings the woman to stand between his long legs. He stares at her in a way that makes goosebumps explode across my skin.

At the angle I’m at, I can see them from the side, like a forty-five degree angle if we’re getting technical.

He runs his lips along her panties, gripping them with his teeth.

I try to imagine what that must feel like. What she must be feeling. I’m nearly panting just from watching.

I hope Devereaux doesn’t notice how this is affecting me. But I can’t turn away. My gaze stays glued to the couple as the man slides her panties down her slender legs. The look in his eyes is one of pure hunger, and it’s sad because I’ve never had a man stare at me that way.

I lick my lips when he lifts one of her legs and rests her foot beside him on the couch cushion. It doesn’t take a sexpert to know that he’s got his mouth on her most private area, and I blush when the man lies back, bringing the woman to sit on his face. She climbs onto him with ease, swiveling her hips, and I whirl around in embarrassment. When I turn, I see Devereaux’s stepped back a bit, intently watching me, arms crossed over his broad chest. His brown eyes are molten lava as they stay pinned on me.

“Have you been watching me the whole time?”

He nods. “Yeah,” he whispers.

“Why?”

“Your reaction is fascinating.”

“I, uh, wasn’t getting aroused or anything. I was merely curious.” Lies. They’re all lies, but I can’t let him know how much watching them turned me on.

I can’t let my boss know that for two seconds I forgot why I’m really here and my mission to catch a killer.

I’m alone with Devereaux Huxley. I should question him. I should discover clues. Investigating. Detecting.

I shouldnotbe standing here getting wet while watching a couple, um, do what those two were, uh, doing.

I can’t think straight and having Devereaux’s eyes on me makes me even more discombobulated.

There’s something lazily seductive in the way he stares at me that turns me on. “Look at how she’s coming all over him,” he whispers, motioning at them and I turn back around.

I blink. I can’t believe he just said that to me, but I’m compelled to watch as the woman gyrates all over the man’s face, her head flung back, and her hair reaching her ass.

It’s beautiful. Breathtaking. Mesmerizing.

The man flips the woman on her back and pulls his pants down, his thick length throbbing in his fist.

My breath hitches.

Am I seriously about to watch this?

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