Page 9 of Flirt Away

“God, no. If I’m going to do anything like that, it’s going to be with someone I know and trust.”

Zane leaned close, his lips only an inch from her ear. “Sometimes a stranger, or someone you just met, is the best person to try something new with.” Quickly, he leaned back and pointed at the couple. “Keep watching.” He downed half his beverage.

Talk about torture. He didn’t think he’d make it through to the end of the night without making a total fool of himself.

She bit down on her lower lip, and he imagined her doing that very thing in the throes of passion—with him.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to touch her, if only to feel her skin on his fingertips. He rested his hand on her shoulder and gave a little squeeze. “Are you okay?”

She nodded; her breath came in short pants. If he wasn’t mistaken, she moaned.

“You like this. You like watching them, don’t you?” He ran his fingertip across the side of her face, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I’ve fantasied about watching people have sex, but I’ve never done it before like this,” she said with a breathy, raspy voice. “With an audience.”

“Just pretend the rest of us aren’t here. That’s what everyone else does.” He massaged her neck, hoping to ease the tension that had slipped into her muscles. And his.

She leaned a little closer, dropping her hand to his thigh.

He groaned.

He was crossing every line.

He should move a few inches away, putting space between them. He'd be fired if any of the higher-ups were anywhere near this room tonight.

Letting his fingers glide down her back to the side of her dress, he found the swell of her full breast. He studied her expression as she arched her back, shifting her body and giving him better access.

He traced a path on her skin as she heaved in oxygen. His finger got caught in her cleavage. He wiggled farther inside her dress until he found the object of his desire.

Her eyelids fluttered shut as he flicked his finger over her hard nipple.

He glanced around the room. No one was looking in his direction. They were either having their own fun or immersed in the demonstration, as they should be. That’s what Club Allure was all about.

Satisfaction.

Desire.

Passion.

The sweet temptation he felt to lower her dress and take her nipple into his mouth nearly overtook him.

Until her hand slid up his thigh and squeezed.

He groaned as he leaned back in the booth. He gripped her breast a little harder than he probably should have, but she didn’t seem to mind.

Her deft fingers worked the button at the top of his slacks, and before he had a chance to even blink, she had his shaft in her hand, her thumb running across his sensitive tip.

He tried to find his voice, but even if he did, he wasn’t about to ask her to stop—though that’s exactly what he needed to do. What his job required him to do.

His lungs burned with every breath he took. His toes curled as he tried to maintain control, but Dixie didn’t care. She gripped harder and stroked faster. He placed his hand on her hip, sliding his fingers over her round ass. He gritted his teeth. He shouldn’t be letting her take him like this, in a booth at Club Allure.

But he wasn’t about to stop. He loved every second. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced.

“Dixie,” he whispered. “I can’t hold off any longer.”

“Good,” she said, not turning her head, her gaze still intent on the couple on stage, now demonstrating the finer points of bondage. She cupped him, squeezing even harder.

“Jesus,” he said under his breath. He reached under the table and curled his fingers over her hand, guiding her, if only to put himself out of this torturous, glorious misery. His climax came hard and fast, and he did his best to keep his guttural groan as quiet as possible.

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