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Julia swallowed the excess saliva that had pooled in her mouth.
“Much.” She smiled back at him. “Well. Shall we? May the best person win.”

Jack inclined his head toward the door. “Ladies first.”

Terribly off-kilter, Julia headed out the door and down the
hall toward the staircase. Butterflies flip-flopped in her stomach and she took
a deep breath. How far would things have gone if Tony hadn’t interrupted?

And why did she feel so much regret about having to stop?

* * * * *

Jack watched Julia’s retreating form with a knot the size of
his fist in the pit of his stomach. He let out a long, shaky breath and rubbed
his chin with the palm of one hand.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph. She’s gonna kill me.
He eyed
the swing of her hips as she made her way down the hall and his cock throbbed.
Pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, he took several deep breaths. He
didn’t know what it was, precisely, about her, but she ratcheted him up so far
that he might never actually come down. Even unfinished, that blowjob had
been…spectacular. One of the best ones—no, the best one he’d ever had. And he
hadn’t even climaxed.

Leaning his shoulder against the doorframe, he shoved his
hands in his pockets, his slightly bleary gaze drawn back to her. He wanted to
lick every inch of that delicious body. Bury himself so deep inside of her that
they both forgot themselves. Julia was so responsive, so eager, so uninhibited…

This isn’t helping you win.

Jack snorted. This wasn’t about winning anymore. This was
about Julia and only about Julia. Yeah, the Sweetham gig would have been nice,
but losing it didn’t mean the end of his career. He was pretty sure he wasn’t
about to get fired, or anything. He and Ricky got along well, and apparently
feedback on him thus far had been extremely positive.

Julia opened the stairwell door at the end of the hall and turned
to look at him.

“Are you coming, Jack?” Her voice came faintly to him.

A wry grin quirked the corners of his mouth and he pushed
away from the door, heading toward her.

“I was, until we were so rudely interrupted,” he replied.

Pink tinged her cheeks and Jack’s eyebrows rose briefly.
What was the modest schoolgirl thing all about? Where was the fiery, confident
woman he lusted after? The one who’d just been on her knees with his cock in
her throat?

Apparently Julia was experiencing some sort of internal
struggle because a number of emotions flitted across her face before she gave a
big sigh and looked at him, a hint of naughtiness written across her
expression.

“So was I,” she replied lightly, turning to the stairwell.
“Shall we?”

Tony waited for them at the final landing. The door to the
club itself remained closed, but the thump of the bass reverberated through the
metal, along with some of the louder screams and cries of the crowd.

“Yo, my peeps!” The wildly amplified voice of the DJ came
clearly through the door. “Prepare to get all hot and bothered for our special
guests. Give it up for Kitty Red and Stone Ridge!”

“Showtime,” Julia murmured. She flashed Jack a sassy grin
and a wink that Jack could tell wasn’t entirely genuine.

“Let’s give ’em what they want, Puss,” he replied, his voice
rough.

“And more,” Julia said as Tony pushed the door open for
them.

Jack’s cock twitched, and he followed her out into the
maelstrom.

The scream that met them was like a sonic boom, instant and
ear-shattering. Jack watched as Julia struck one of her signature poses,
letting the adoration of the crowd wash over her. His amazement grew as she
seemed to transform, the tension falling away from her body, her posture
straightening. The crowd was bringing her back, pushing whichever buttons in
her that needed pressing.

The track that was playing was a great one, and Jack exhaled
sharply. Time for him to put on his game face, too. Adding a thrust to his
hips, he danced up behind Julia, sliding his arms around her, stroking her body
with exaggerated motions. He groaned silently at the feel of her under his
hands again, his cock almost painfully hard, and was satisfied by the small
shudder that rippled through Julia at his touch. She seemed to take it all in
stride, reacting to him as Kitty Red, and she began to dance.

As though they’d choreographed an entire routine, Jack moved
with her, completely in sync. He didn’t hold back, giving every bit of himself,
wordlessly urging her to do the same. Julia responded with equal energy.

They moved deeper into the wildly cheering crowd, which
lapped up every move the two of them made. The energy of the room spiked,
feeding on itself, multiplying and expanding to encompass them all. Bodies
crushed closer, the scents of alcohol, cologne, perfume and sex mingling and
enveloping them from head to toe.

Jack followed Julia as she made her way to the edge of the
dance floor. A set of stairs led downward half a dozen feet to a sunken second
level, already full of bodies, and they joined the crowd. Jack glanced around.
Subdued lighting gave the area a diffused, subtle glow, playing over
surrounding shapes in a dance of light and shadow. Above, people pressed
against a thick metal railing, lit randomly by bright strobe flashes, and he
had the sudden impression of dancing at the bottom of a swimming pool.

The dim light made the room feel closer, even more intimate,
and Jack turned Julia to face him. Her face was flushed with exertion—or maybe
arousal, he wasn’t entirely sure, but he could certainly hope—and her eyes were
dreamy and heavy-lidded.

Wanting to feel her body pressed against his, Jack pulled
Julia close. She slid her arms around his neck and ground her hips against him.
He stifled a groan as Julia’s rock-hard nipples rubbed against his chest, firm
even through both layers of their clothing. Knowing her bare pussy was so damn
close and yet so far was like gasoline igniting in his veins. The thought that
he could hike her leg up over his hip and sink his cock balls-deep in her right
this very moment made it hard for him to breathe.

Oh, fuck it.
Reason fled, and Jack put a hand under
one of Julia’s knees, lifting her leg up, hooking her limb around his hip.
Instantly, Julia’s eyelids fluttered shut, her head falling back, her mouth
making an ‘o’ shape. Sliding his other hand down over her ass, Jack gripped one
buttock, his fingers playing with the hem of her dress. The fabric rose
dangerously high, and he dipped a finger under the edge, teasing the skin
between her cheeks. Julia responded by squirming furiously against him. He
leaned into her, settling his mouth at the hollow of her throat. At the same
time, he used the extra leverage to reach lower with his hand, his fingers
sliding over the tiny pucker of her ass almost to her pussy. Wetness met his
fingertips and he dragged the moisture back toward her buttocks, pausing to
tease her ass for a long moment.

Julia’s cry reached his ears over the chaos of the music,
and he kissed his way up her neck to her jaw. She turned her head to meet his
mouth and kissed him hungrily, biting at his lips. Jack felt the firecracker in
his loins ignite, and straightened, breaking the kiss and gently setting her
leg down, his own legs shaking. He was about to fucking cream his jeans, and he
hadn’t done that since he was a teenager, for chrissakes.

Julia’s mouth found his ear. “What’s wrong, baby?” She
punctuated her question with a bite to his lobe. Jack groaned aloud.

He turned his head to speak to her. “You’re gonna make me
blow my load in my pants if you keep going on like that, you dirty girl.”

Her answering laugh was wicked. “I’m wicked? Who was trying
to finger-fuck me in the ass a minute ago?” She slid a hand over his chest,
tweaking one of his nipples. Hard.

Jack bit his lip, putting his hand over hers. “That’s what
you get for showing me your bare pussy earlier, Puss.”

“I was just showing you what I’ve got.”

He growled, deep in his throat. “Oh, I know what you’ve got.
And I want to sink my cock in it until you scream.”

Julia’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling. “Promises,
promises.” She ran her fingers over his pecs, her touch leaving trails of fire
in their wake. “My problem is, I haven’t seen everything you’ve got.”

Jack slid his hands along her sides, from breasts to hips.
“You saw what was most important, didn’t you?”

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Typical man. No,” she tweaked
both nipples at the same time, making him jerk back, “I want to see more.”

“You do, huh?”

Julia nodded. “Yup.”

Releasing her hips, Jack took a step back away from her. The
music changed rather conveniently at that moment to one of his favorite songs,
and he grinned. Serendipity. He was vaguely aware of other heads turning to
watch him, Julia captured his attention. He began to dance again, just for her,
but interest spiked in the surrounding crowd and he could almost feel the waves
of lust directed at him. Tugging the hem of his t-shirt out of his waistband,
Jack grinned as the female element of the party—along with a few male
voices—screamed loudly in delight.

Grabbing the thin material, he yanked the garment over his
head in one fluid motion. Julia’s eyes flared instantly before darkening, her
gaze locked on his torso.

An orgasmic howl rose from the crowd and Jack acknowledged
it with a slow grin, tossing the ruined shirt off to the side. His attention
never straying from Julia for long, he began to dance around the floor,
pressing against flushed and overheated body after body. Dozens of pairs of
barely-covered breasts rubbed against him, anonymous hands grabbing his ass and
stroking his fly. Masculine frames joined the fray, hard bodies slick and firm
against him. The DJ crowed something in a hoarse voice, but Jack paid him no
mind. The constant touching was making him crazy, the orgy of sensation
threatening to suck away his sanity. Dimly through the chaos he saw Julia
dancing, surrounded by a press of flesh herself, but her eyes on him. He made
his way to her oasis, the two of them becoming sandwiched by scantily clad
bodies.

He leaned down, bringing his mouth to her ear. “How was
that? Was that hot enough for you?”

“That was good, yeah. But it could have been better.”

Jack drew back to meet her gaze. He knew she’d liked what
he’d just done. Her eyes kept dropping to his chest in the exact same way he
looked at her—like a full buffet table laden with mouthwatering treats. What
could she be thinking about now? “Better? Better how?” His tone was slightly
skeptical.

Her answering smile was wicked and catlike. “Oh, I’ve got
something in mind.” She glanced at the top of the wall of the pit and as if
right on cue, soapy, bubbly foam began spraying onto the floor from several
cannons attached to the railings above them. Squeals of delight rose from the
dancers as they scrambled to gather under the falling suds. Before long, clouds
of sweet-scented nothingness surrounded them, piles of foam rising like thick,
heavy fog. Bodies around them became slick and slippery, the bubbles saturating
every surface. Jack glanced down at himself. A line of darkness rose up his
thighs where the foam had touched, soaking his jeans. He grabbed a handful of
the translucent fluff and let out a deep chuckle.

He sent a look of disbelief toward Julia. “A foam party?
Knew about this in advance, did you?”

Julia’s face was the picture of innocence. Or about as
innocent as a naughty she-devil could look. She grabbed a handful of bubbles
and smeared them over Jack’s chest. “I thought it might be fun to get…a
little…wet.” She breathed the last word out against his mouth.

Powerful, crushing need flared in him again. He pulled Julia
tight against him, foam exploding from between them like splatters of paint.
The world around them whirled away, shrinking into nothingness, leaving them
alone, invisible to prying eyes.

As their mouths met again and again, Jack’s hands roamed
over Julia’s curves. The foam had soaked into her dress, gluing the fabric to
her warm skin. It was as though she stood naked before him, and hunger clawed
at his gut.

At that moment, Julia’s hands appeared at his fly, popping
open the button of his jeans and tugging down his zipper. He broke away from
her, glancing at their surroundings.

“It’s okay,” she said, her hand dipping into his pants,
“nobody can see anything, and they’re not really paying attention, anyway.”
Julia found the opening of his boxers and guided his cock out.

Jack sucked in a sharp breath at her touch. His own
assessment of the situation confirmed what Julia had said. The partiers around
them were absorbed in their own drunken shenanigans, the now chest-height
opaque mass enveloping their bodies certainly hiding a multitude of sins
beneath the surface. The dim lighting in the pit didn’t hurt the situation,
either.

Jack turned his attention back to Julia. He grabbed her ass
and found the hem of her dress, peeling the stuck fabric up over her hips. She
began to stroke him, her hand sliding along his entire length, and Jack’s
breath stuttered in his chest. God, she had good hands. Talented hands.

The bass beat of the music thumped around them and Julia’s
hands matched its rhythm. Her thumb rubbed the head of his cock on every
upstroke, and Jack clenched his teeth together.

He grabbed her thigh again, hiking her leg up around his
hip. Sliding his palm toward her ass he squeezed her buttock, pressing his
fingers into her firm flesh. Julia’s fist tightened around him as he reached
farther back, his fingertips slipping into the crevice of her backside. Her
skin was slippery with foam, and perhaps with wetness from her pussy. Jack
toyed with her ass again, circling the puckered entrance with his finger before
reaching deeper and teasing the edges of her pussy. Her folds were slick and he
teased the skin there, dipping fingertips into her channel, feeling her squeeze
her muscles around him.