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“Spencer, wait.” She yanked on him hard.
“I don’t want to
leave.”

She didn’t.
Not when he was with her.
Being here with him
felt intimate and erotic and she couldn’t believe how excited she was.
Given a
little time, she might even warm up to that BJ.
She just needed a bit more
mental foreplay first.

“If you have to drink to relax, you shouldn’t be here.”

“And you’re not my boss.
Not tonight.”

His eyes glittered in the low light when they met hers.
“Fine.
You want to stay?
Stay.”

“I do.
But only with you.”

Irritation flared on his face as she undid a couple more
buttons on his shirt.
She lightly tugged the fine mat of hair on his chest and
smiled at the worry wrinkle between his eyes.
He was so freaking serious all
the time, he probably needed Kink to bring out his sense of play.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said softly.

Any other guy would have given token resistance, but Spencer
wasn’t any other guy.
He led the way across the dance floor and up the twisting
stairs to the lounge.
Tonight it reeked of patchouli and the music sounded
jaunty and tropical rather than Middle Eastern, but the vibe was still relaxed
and casually sexual.

Even though both couches were taken—
really
taken, by
people in various stages of lovemaking—leaving only a small loveseat for her
and Spencer, she felt instantly more at ease.
Downstairs the atmosphere and the
people were slick, as if sex were as much a commodity as the drinks.
Up here it
felt as if it was shared for everyone’s enjoyment.

She grinned as Spencer sat down and tugged her onto his lap.
“What?” he asked, immediately on guard.

“Nothing.”

A guy like him, as polished as they came, wouldn’t
understand why she liked the low-key atmosphere of the second level better.
She
scraped his hair back from his face, surprised at the pleasure she got just
from looking at him.
The buzz of need between them had ebbed to a steady hum,
but the sheer joy of being with him burned dark and hot.

He lifted her wrist to his mouth and razed his teeth over
her skin.
That buzz leapt about twelve notches, especially between her legs.
“Tell me.”

She shrugged and offered her thoughts on the difference
between upstairs and downstairs.

He nodded.
“I prefer the lounge too.
But I was so hard for
you before, I would’ve taken you in the middle of the street.”

His admission made her grin widen.
She let her hands wander
down his flat stomach to his erection, shifting back so she had more room to
explore.
“Before?
You still feel pretty hard to me.”

Someone cried out behind her and Spencer’s body went rigid.
Taking the cue, she slid all the way over, giving him an unfettered view of the
vocal pair on the couch.
She tucked his hair behind his ear, much more
interested in watching Spencer than she was in watching them.

She undid his belt, eased down his zipper and pulled his
cock out of his boxers, freeing him from his constraints.
His shaft rose high
and proud, his skin here a paler gold than the rest of him though the head was
scarlet.
A drop of fluid seeped from the slit and she caught it with her thumb,
swirling the liquid until another appeared.
She resisted the urge to taste him
and instead used the lubrication to ease her short, churning strokes.
She studied
his pinched face as she worked him, reveling in the moment.
Knowing he wanted
her was the biggest turn-on
ever
.

He palmed her breast, his hold possessive and rough.
There
was nothing sweet about Spencer, just a barely restrained wildness that made her
hunger for him in a way she’d never hungered before.

“Take off your panties.”

As if they were powered by his voice, her nipples tightened
at his demand.
“Sorry.
Little busy.
You want them off, go ahead.”

His eyebrow winged up.
“You’ll be the one suffering.”

Good point.

She released him and wiggled until she’d removed her thong.
Catching her tongue between her teeth, she smiled and dropped the soaked
triangle of fabric on his chest.

“Keep going,” he encouraged in that same commanding tone.

She slowly rolled up her dress, spreading her legs until her
bare pussy was on display.
It should’ve felt weird but it didn’t.
Teasing him,
she ground the heel of her hand against her sex.
Moisture gathered and spread.
She was beyond ready.
So ready that if she actually fingered herself the whole
room would know how aroused she was.
And suddenly, that didn’t seem like such a
scary thing.
She didn’t know where her boldness had come from, but she hoped
like hell it never left.

“I always knew you could multitask,” he said as she resumed
rubbing his cock, matching the speed of her hand between her thighs.

“Easier to do that with a list.
I just love checking things
off,” she murmured, taken aback when his expression turned grim.

“You won’t just check me off.
Believe that.” He reached
around her body to slide his wide hand over hers on her pussy.

She glanced up and saw the couple on the nearest couch had
paused to watch them play.
He pushed inward, sliding their tangled fingers over
her swollen clit.
White-hot heat blazed through her and she cried out, amazed
that something so many would see as wrong could feel so good.

His cock jerked and she increased her pace, stroking him
harder.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he groaned, his eyes closing.
His face was so close,
his mouth softer now as he raised his hips into her movements.
She leaned over
to kiss him as he slid his fingers all the way inside her, two of them opening
her up while his thumb circled her clit.
She nibbled his lips, biting gently
and then not so gently until his eyes opened and focused on hers.

Desire filled their potent depths.
She let herself float
there, lost, until his sharp plunges in and out of her pussy broke the spell.

“You’re nice and wet for me, aren’t you?”

Kelly couldn’t speak.
His husky voice was straight out of
her fantasies.
All she could do was kiss him, hard.
Their tongues toyed with
each other as the pressure built.
Her head swam and she needed air, but she
couldn’t stand to drag her mouth away.

She let go of his cock and blindly fumbled for his free
hand, pulling it to his erection.
He got her drift and wrapped strong fingers
around his width, intensifying the rhythm until she could barely hold on.
Her
womb clenched when he speared her more deeply, her body’s wet sounds almost
embarrassingly noisy.
She couldn’t wait for him.
Couldn’t wait another minute.

Light burst inside her head as she climaxed around Spencer’s
fingers.
Shudders racked her body.
She heard his guttural groan as his shaft
thickened in her weak grip seconds before warm wetness spurted into her palm.

She sagged against him, not moving, barely breathing.
She
relaxed so completely while the aftershocks fizzled through her that she almost
thought she imagined the intrusion into her reverie.

“I’m not surprised you chose her, Spencer.
Look at that
cunt.”

That
got her attention all right.
Kelly lifted her
head and stared.

Standing before them in all her towering auburn glory was
none other than Nina, and she was smiling as her eyes did the walking all over
Kelly’s private parts.

“What a beautiful pussy.” Nina practically smacked her lips.
“Ever tried a threesome, sweetheart?”

Chapter Seven

Kelly’s expression at Nina’s comment made Spencer chuckle.
Apparently Kelly wasn’t used to being studied so intimately.
Or thoroughly, if
her response to the guy who’d come into the room and now watched them from a
few feet away was any indication.
She seemed completely oblivious.

The man swirled his drink, his gaze fixated on Kelly.
And it
remained there when Nina took the hint from Kelly’s silence and moved on with a
laugh and a wave.

Spencer leaned close to Kelly’s ear, pleased to hear her
breathing hadn’t evened out yet.
“You have an admirer.”

The guy looked young, maybe around Kelly’s age.
He had long
brown hair pulled back in a messy tail and sleepy eyes.
Bedroom eyes, his
sister would’ve called them.
Most women probably enjoyed that sort of look.
All
he needed was a guitar and he’d be ready to go onstage.

She turned her head toward the guy and then glanced back at
Spencer, biting her lip.
If anything, the man’s stare intensified.
“Why’s he
looking at me like that?” she asked, shifting on his lap.
But she didn’t pull
down her dress.

“I think it’s because he wants you,” Spencer said, slipping
her thong into his pocket.

“But he’s hot.” As if she’d just realized what she said, her
eyes widened.
“I mean, so are you.
Which is why he can’t.
Lightning’s already
struck.
Any more and I’ll start smoking.”

As possessive as he’d already discovered he became around
her—since when did he practically growl at strangers like that guy at the
bar?—her insecurity made him want to prove her wrong.
To show her what he saw
when he looked at her.
Especially since he knew she’d be coming home with him.

Emphasis on coming.

“Oh you’re smokin’, all right,” he murmured, winding a lock
of her hair around his finger.
“Do you want to play with him?”

She actually gulped.
God, she was so cute.
“What?”

Instead of answering her, Spencer crooked a finger at the
guy.
If Spencer was correct, he’d scamper over right quick.

Without hesitation, the man set down his drink and strolled
over, trying not to look overly eager.
Kelly immediately shot Spencer a look
and tugged down her dress.
But not too far.

Lazily, Spencer tucked himself away.
This wouldn’t be about
him.
He’d get to enjoy Kelly’s reactions without needing to worry about
reaching his own orgasm.
He’d just use it for fodder for later.

“What would you like him to do to you?” he whispered in her
ear, unsurprised that she stiffened.
She’d never been part of this sort of
scene before.
He’d stake his life on it.
But the way she licked her lips and
parted her thighs slightly proved she hadn’t closed her mind to anything.

“Spencer—” she began, her eyes bright with nerves…and lust?

“She’s new,” he said to the guy, loosening his hold on her.
His fingers itched to clamp on her hip, to claim her as his.
But he’d give her
this.
And he’d get drunk on every drop of her pleasure.

He just hoped Bedroom Eyes knew what he was doing.

“What do you want to do to her?” Spencer asked when both of
them remained as quiet as church mice.

“Honestly?” He dropped his gaze to Kelly’s breasts.
“I want
to fuck them.”

Spencer shrugged as if he didn’t care either way.
Truth was,
the only fucking the guy
could
do was to her breasts.
He wasn’t getting
anywhere near her cunt.
That was his, whether or not she knew it.
“That work
for you?” he asked Kelly.

For a moment, he thought she would brand him a pervert and
race for the exit.
Maybe he
was
a pervert.
Who the hell knew?
But Kink
had shown him there were plenty more people like him in the world.
For once, he
wasn’t the odd man out.

Except when he chose to be.

When she didn’t reply, he waved a hand at the guy to dismiss
him.
“Lady’s not interested—”

She grabbed his wrist and stopped him short.
Just as he’d
expected.
As he’d hoped.
“Hang on.”

He waited.

She sucked in a breath.
“Let’s do this.”

“I’m Dan,” Bedroom Eyes said, sticking out a hand and giving
her a wide grin as if he’d just passed an audition.
Maybe he really was a
singer.
“And you are?”

“No names,” she said, making Spencer smother a smile.
She
might be new at this but she didn’t have any problem asserting herself.
Not
Kelly.

“But I already gave you mine—”

“No names,” she repeated.
She pulled herself up from
Spencer’s lap and glanced around, clearly undecided as to where they should go.

“Couch’s free now,” Spencer offered, pleased when she
nodded.
She crossed over to it then hesitated, her unease obvious.
But she
didn’t back out.
She tugged her dress over her head and knelt on the cushions,
somehow not seeming the least bit submissive though she was on her knees.
She
was too used to taking charge.
“You’re going to have to earn it,” he murmured
to the guy, taking his position behind the couch.

“Not a problem.” Dan stepped closer to her and palmed her
cheek, smiling at her with pure appreciation.
“I have a thing for tall women.
Especially ones built like you.”

Spencer let out a relieved breath.
Good.
He wasn’t whipping
out his dick first thing.
At least he had some idea how to do this.

She didn’t say anything.
Apparently she didn’t need flattery.
She grabbed his buckle and tugged him closer, already working on the button of
his jeans.
Once she’d yanked down his zipper, she glanced back at Spencer as if
she were asking permission.

“I want to watch you,” he murmured, running his hand up her
bare back.
She shivered under his touch and he fought a smile.
She might’ve
been trying to please him, but she had her own wants as well.
“So do they,” he
said, indicating the clusters of people scattered around the room.

More than likely, none of them were paying attention.
But he
wanted to give her that fantasy, if she wanted it.

“You have to make her come,” he said to Dan, his voice firm.
“Now or later, your choice.”

Dan nodded and shoved down his jeans.
“Sure thing.”

“No, it’s really not,” Kelly muttered, making Spencer laugh.

“Feisty, are we?” Quick as a snake, Dan grabbed a handful of
her hair and drew her down to his waiting cock.
“Suck.” His voice was quietly
authoritative, giving her no room to argue.
Not that she appeared inclined to.

She ran her tongue around the head, skipping over him so
lightly that it must’ve felt like butterflies flapping their wings against
Dan’s length.
Soft, teasing flicks.
She licked him thoroughly, getting him wet.
At the same time she worked him with her hand, squeezing and releasing the base
so that with every lap of her tongue he stiffened more.

Kelly might’ve been a novice when it came to sex clubs and
threesomes, but she wasn’t to blowjobs.
Right now she looked like a damn pro.

Dan groaned and clutched her hair.
“Fuck.
Fuck, that’s good,
baby.”

Spencer started rocking against the back of the couch,
welcoming even that small bit of stimulation against his aching cock.
He
reached around to cup her breast, his balls drawing tight at her grateful
whimper.
Her nipple skewered into his palm.
And when he leaned down to press
his hand between her damp thighs, she startled enough to put Dan’s erection at
serious risk.

“Easy,” Dan said when she slipped him out of her mouth to
catch her breath.

“Sorry.” She gave Spencer a sidelong grin.
“It was his
fault.”

“And I’m not sorry.” Deliberately, he lifted his hand toward
her, keeping it just far enough away that she had to sidle closer to take his
fingers between her lips.
Her gaze caressed his and she moaned deep in her
throat with every lick of her soft, slick tongue.

He gripped his shaft with his free hand, adjusting his hold
when she pulled hard on his index finger.
Dammit, she’d have him going over
again if she didn’t stop.
This was supposed to be for
her
.

“You ready for her tits?” he asked in a gravelly voice,
smothering a grin at Kelly’s jolt.
From his language, no doubt.

He wasn’t civilized here.
From the flush of arousal in her
cheeks, she didn’t seem to mind.

Dan nodded, already stroking himself.
He dampened his palm a
couple times, making sure his long hard-on gleamed before he bent his knees and
slid it between her breasts.
She cupped them against his length while she
continued to suck on Spencer’s finger as if it were a lollipop, her tongue
curling around him as if it were a warm silky cord.
It was a small link,
considering the avarice with which Dan was fucking her beautiful breasts.
But
that she made love to Spencer with her eyes throughout toned down some of his
urge to possess.

Dan closed his eyes and drew in a ragged breath.
His cock
twitched every time her soft flesh enveloped him.
When Spencer finally,
reluctantly drew his finger out of her mouth, she lowered her head and trickled
a line of saliva down Dan’s length, juicing up his trip through the valley
between her breasts.

Spencer didn’t know which of them groaned louder.

Kelly smiled, a vixen in her element.
She tipped her head to
the side as she eyed Spencer.
“Wish it were you?” she whispered, drawing her
tongue over her lower lip until he vised a hand around his cock in helpless
agitation.

Jesus.
Where had she been all his life?
And was he even
ready for her now?

Dan moved faster and faster, rocking his hips without
finesse.
She repeated her saliva trick a couple more times, using her nimble
fingers to smooth the liquid into his erection, dragging her nipples through
the wet.
Driving both men to distraction and clearly reveling in it.

Just when Dan appeared on the verge of coming, Spencer
yanked her toward him, sliding his arm between her breasts to hold her against
the cushions.
Dan dropped his head back and, with a long groan, finished
himself off in his own fist.

Kelly trembled, her breath coming hard and fast.
She glanced
up at Spencer, her pupils huge.
Obviously she needed some relief of her own.

“Now,” Spencer said, giving the other man barely an instant
to recover and clean up with the tissues so considerately left on the coffee
table.
“How are you going to pay her back?”

“You didn’t let me finish right,” Dan muttered, wiping his
mouth on his wrist.

“Nope.” Spencer gave him a thin smile, tightening his arm
around Kelly.
If he’d growled
mine
the gesture couldn’t have been more
plain.
“I didn’t.”

Dan glanced down at her, his lips softening into a smile.
“You get off on the possessive types, huh?”

She shot Spencer another look, this one almost assessing.
“Suppose so.”

“Fingers enough?” he asked Spencer, who promptly shook his
head.

“Not even close.”

With a shrug, Dan motioned for her to rise.
Spencer let her
go and she got up, standing more confidently naked than she had a few moments
ago.

More than one of the men in the lounge glanced her way,
their expressions avid.
She simply didn’t know her own beauty.

“Get on my face,” Dan said as he lay down on the couch,
settling himself so that there was room for her to kneel beside his head.
Just
barely.

Not the sexiest demand ever, but she obeyed.
Once she’d
perched over Dan’s mouth, her soaked pussy scant inches away, Spencer joined
her at that end of the couch and cupped her cheeks in his hands.
He stared into
her eyes, absorbing her pleasure through her expression.
He wouldn’t—
couldn’t
—watch
what Dan was doing, but he registered her enjoyment with each quiver of her
lips.
She closed her eyes and grabbed Spencer’s hand, holding it between her
breasts as her body bowed and swayed against the mouth that held her hostage.