Page 9 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

“Kenna, baby,” I murmured, trailing kisses down her body.

She hummed in response, letting her eyes slip closed.

“Have you…?”

I faltered and broke off. It would be insensitive and crass to askhave you been faking it for the audience?Especially after the mind-blowing night we had together. Kenna and I were usually nothing more than a handsy make out session in a dark corner. To be upgraded to an invitation inside Club Sin for wild, kinky, exhibitionist sex didn’t exactly screamI’m in love with youbut I recognized the value all the same. Even if I was nothing more to Kenna than her favorite toy to fuck, that was a privilege I wouldn’t take lightly.

But what other explanation could there be?

Kenna slid her eyes open and fixed her gaze on me.

“What?” she prompted. “What were you going to ask?”

I shook my head, pressing my thumb to her clit.

“Never mind. It’s not important. Spread your legs wider for me, darling.”

As Kenna obeyed, I smoothed my other hand up her thigh, caressed her hip, then flattened my palm to her lower belly. Applying pressure, I stroked my fingers deep inside her pussy, curling upward and increasing my pace.

Kenna let out a needy whine.

“Fuck, yes, keep going,” she rasped.

My wrist ached, my fingers burned, but I went faster, harder, pummeling her g-spot. Kenna tipped her head back, her mouth open on a gasp. Her pussy tightened around my fingers.

“That’s it, baby,” I said. “You’re close, aren’t you? Come on, soak my fingers like a good girl.”

Kenna sucked in a breath and for a split second, it seemed as if time stood still as she hovered at the edge of release. Then she came apart so beautifully, a blazing red flush spreading across her chest and up her neck, coloring her cheeks. She rolled her hips against my fingers, riding out her high. I could feel her pussy contract, trying to draw me deeper, and a growl of frustration rose in my throat that my cock wasn’t buried inside her instead.

Finally, Kenna relaxed into the mattress. But when I removed my fingers and grazed my thumb over her clit, her legs twitched wider with a noise of want. I blinked in surprise. Even though there was an age gap between us of seven years, I didn’t think Kenna’s sexual appetite would so far outpace mine.

She must have seen my expression because she drew her legs closed, reflexively tugging the sheet over her.

“Sorry,” Kenna said—a word that sounded strange coming from her since I’d never heard her apologize a day in her life. “It’s…you were incredible.”

I crawled up next to her, tucking her body into the curve of mine. I nuzzled against her neck with a soft kiss.

“You want more though,” I pointed out.

She shrugged again, fiddling with my fingers.

“I’m not supposed to say that, right?”

I snorted. “Come on, Kenna. You never give a damn what you’re supposed to do. Don’t make a habit of it now.”

“Well, I always want more. It’s just the way I am. Spoiled diva Kenna Newhouse can’t get enough of the spotlight. Sounds like a great headline for your column.”

“Then let me take care of you,” I said, reaching for the sheets.

Kenna shook her head and caught my wrist.

“You’ve done more than enough. And I’ll give you all the quotes you want for your article. In fact, I’ll give you a full interview.”

I frowned and propped myself up on one elbow to look down at her. I could tell she wasn’t faking it by now. Kenna sincerely needed more sex in order to feel satisfied.

Her gaze slid away as she pushed the sheets aside and fluffed her hair out, reaching for her clothes strewn across the floor.

“Why don’t you take more than one lover?” I asked.

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