Page 146 of Charlie

He fingers the strap holding up my stockings, snapping it against my leg playfully. "I can't wait to feel those shoes digging into my ass later," he says roughly, skimming his hand up the back of my thigh and pushing a finger between my legs, sliding it over the fabric of my panties. My knees buckle, his laugh echoing around us as he hauls me against his body, turning to press me into the wall, kissing me senseless.

"What was that for?" I ask breathlessly once we continue walking, my body buzzing from his touch.

"The ultimate distraction technique," he says with a smile, gesturing for me to pass through the door Cameron had opened at the end of the hallway. We enter a large cavern glowing with thousands of lights. A long bar is set up on one side, a DJ booth on the other, and the rest of the space serves as a dance floor. I still feel claustrophobic, but this is much better than the dark tunnel.

Jack asks me what I want to drink, but I shake my head and pull all three of them to the dancefloor. The music is pumping through my blood, a feral, minimalist beat that calls to something deep inside me. I close my eyes and sway to the music, letting it seep into my bones until it's part of me. I wrap my hands around Cam's and Lach's necks as Jack circles my waist with his hands, drawing my body against his. The guys close in, lips on my neck, in my hair. Palms coasting over my waist, my ribs, fingers brushing my ribs, the sides of my breasts. Cam slides his hand over my ass, wedging a thigh between my legs as he pulls me against him.

"What spell did you cast tonight, little witch?" he murmurs, his mouth against my ear. I roll my hips against his thigh, my mouth falling open as desire grips me, its talons relentless until all I can think about is feeling their skin on mine. Jack grabs my waist and turns me toward him, pulling my arms up around his neck, sliding his hands from my wrists slowly, dragging them over the sides of my breasts before settling on my waist.

"You look like you're ready to rip your dress off over your head and pull us down to the floor," he chuckles, caressing my face and pulling at my lower lip.

"I would say that's a fairly accurate observation." My fingers graze over his neck, tracing his collarbone until he captures them and brings my hand down to his cock, pressing against me with a groan.

"I need your hands on me, Sassenach."

"I think we should find somewhere a little more private," I say into his ear, desire pumping through my body, rendering me incapable of rational thought. I motion for them to follow me through what I assume is the door to exit. A man stops us as we get to the door, his brow furrowed until he takes Lach's ID. He seems to startle a bit, looking between Lach and the ID, and then ushers us through. We enter into a softly lit cavern, the music here slow and sensuous. There's a woman at a tall desk just inside the door, and she stands, motioning us over.

"Are you observing or playing?" she asks, looking between the four of us as she waits for an answer.

"Observing?" I say when we all seem equally confused. She snaps four glowing magenta necklaces around our necks. We look at each other, bewildered. We walk further into the room, our eyes adjusting slowly, and then the four of us freeze in place, our eyes wide.

"This is a sex club!" Lach hisses, shock giving way to humor.

Oh, God. I look around me, the dim light making everything soft and out of focus. There's a sleek, modern bar to our left, a long booth against the far wall, various couches – most of them filled with couples – and a long line of windows embedded into the wall on our right, most of them dark. I walk toward one glowing softly from within, realizing what my eyes are seeing halfway there. There's a room beyond the glass, a large bed in its center. A man is splayed across it, his wrists and ankles tied to each corner. He's breathing hard, his cock standing at attention as a woman approaches him, a flogger in her hand. She's gorgeous. Long dark hair falls over her bare shoulders in loose waves. A black mask hides most of her face, forcing the focus to her blood-red lips. She smiles down at the man, slowly dragging the flogger down the side of his face.

"It's your call, Sassenach," Jack breathes into my ear. "Do you want to stay or go back to the hotel?" Strong hands grip my hips as he pulls me against his body, his cock pressing into my back.

I watch the woman climb gracefully onto the bed, her breasts spilling over her black corset. She stands over him, gliding the flogger over his chest. She snaps it on his nipple, and I jerk, my eyes wide as the man groans, arching his body. Jack pulls the hem of my dress up as we watch, hooking his fingers under my thong, sliding easily in the moisture gathered there.

"Fuck, Charlotte," he groans, circling my clit before pushing a finger into me. I moan as I watch the woman drop to her knees, the man's cock barely brushing her pussy. She cracks the flogger over his other nipple as she impales herself, her head dropping back in ecstasy.

Holy fuck.

"Stay," I rasp. "Definitely stay."

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Iturn away from the window, my body throbbing, leaving the guys there as I walk on shaky legs to the bar. I sink onto a bar stool, attempting to wrestle back control. There are several other couples here, all in varying states of undress. I look up to find Jack stalking toward me, danger radiating from him in waves. His hair is falling around his face, his eyes trained on me, burning with carnal desire. Rough hands push open my legs, my skirt riding high on my hips as he steps between them.

"You're in dangerous territory, Sassenach," he growls, his gaze dropping to where my breast is peeking through the mesh of my dress. He licks his thumb and drags it over my nipple, rolling it under the pad of his finger until I'm arching into his touch.

"Maybe I like danger," I rasp, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him tight to my body. He rucks my dress up further, sweeping his hands over my hips, holding me in place as he rolls his hips against mine. He groans and bends over me, his lips coasting over the sensitive skin of my neck. My gaze catches on a couple on the couch as they slowly sink into a horizontal position. He pushes up her shirt, palming her a generous breast and then sucking her dusky nipple into his mouth. Her back bows, lips falling open, her low moan like gasoline on the fire. My core clenches as I watch the man unbuckle his belt and pull out his cock while she fumbles with her underwear, tossing it aside. She looks at me as he positions himself, our eyes locking as he buries his cock inside her. Heat flares in my cheeks, and I want to look away, but instead, I watch as her eyes roll back, ecstasy taking over.

Fuck.

Jack drops to his knees, pulls my panties to the side, and looks up at me through dark lashes as he slides his tongue over me. Oh, God. His hair is silky against my fingers as I hold on for dear life. He rolls his flattened tongue against my clit before sucking it into his mouth. Stars explode behind my eyelids, my breaths coming in strangled pants.

"Miss?" Jack breaks away from my legs to spin me around, and I come face to face with the bartender. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Whisky sour, please." Jack holds me still when I try to turn back to him, his hands sweeping over my backside, kneading my ass.

"You have no idea how fucking sexy you are," he says, his voice low and husky. He sweeps my hair over one shoulder and kisses my neck. His breath tickles, making me shiver. He pulls my dress higher until it's bunched around my waist, sliding his finger under my thong and pulling gently, the fabric tugging at my clit.

I look up at him, my heart in my throat, a whimper on my lips.

"Don't look at me like that," he begs, his eyes dark.

"Like what?" I whisper.

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