‘God, you look good.’
‘After all those enhanced, gravity-free breasts and flat bellies? Do tell.’
‘Meh. They were all right. But you, now, you’re something to write home about.’
She laughed, sliding into his arms. ‘That so?’
‘So.’
His hands roamed over her body as he brought his mouth to hers for a kiss. He tasted of whiskey and cigars, of sex and utter decadence. Everything in her tightened for a moment as she moaned softly.
‘You wore this to the strip club?’ he asked as the palms of his hands stroked over her ass as he delved under her skirt.
‘I had “winter at the lake house” clothes when we arrived. I went shopping. This stuff was expensive. I’m wearing it to get my mail.’
He laughed, his mouth finding the hollow of her throat. ‘I’m not complaining. In fact, I just had a flash of you in that club we were in, giving me a private dance.’
A shiver wracked her at the thought.
He stilled as she telegraphed how hot she thought that was. ‘Let’s go.’ He pulled her from the room and she grabbed her bag on the way out the door. Once downstairs they grabbed a cab out front and headed a bit away from the Strip to some strip club, oh scratch that, they were gentlemen’s clubs now. Pffft, right. Gentlemen giving women twenty bucks to grind on them was right up there with opening doors for them and paying for dinner.
Men got to admit it was hot, why couldn’t women? Well OK, not so much the grinding part. Kate didn’t have any desire to pay a stripper to grind on her, but the idea of sex being so blatant the way it was at a club like the one they were going to was appealing in some sense. Not every day appealing, but certainly sexy. Whatever, it connected to that part of her that liked to be looked at and objectified on some level.
Just thinking about it made her tingly. She scrambled onto his lap and went for his lips. He met her kiss with a groan of pleasure as he held her to his body. The strength of his hands, splayed on her back, drove her insane. It was so good with him. Better than it had ever been with anyone. Each time he touched her she craved him more.
She pulled her hair loose and it slid around his face, curtaining them off. His breath was hers as her tongue slid through the softness of his mouth.
‘Your cunt is so hot,’ he said into her mouth and she drew in a shaky breath.
‘Uh, we’re here,’ the cabbie called out as they came to a halt.
Kate grinned and got out when he opened the door. What the hell? She wouldn’t see any of these people ever again and, hello, it was Las Vegas during a fetish convention!
The smile and looks she got at the door and as they walked through the club drove Kate’s inner bad girl. There were other women there, but this was not their world. Not as viewers and participants, but as objects to be viewed. There was power in that, the beat of it vibrated through her along with the bass from the music.
Dix kept his hand on the small of her back. Possessive. A note to the others to look, but not touch. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the sway of her ass, of the peek as her skirt moved to expose the creamy expanse of upper thigh. He caught the press of her nipples through the thin material of the bodice of the dress, the curve of her cleavage called to his mouth.
‘Over there.’ He motioned with his head to a table off in a far corner. Discreet, but not totally hidden.
A secret smile touched her lips as she put on another woman’s skin. That woman who got off on being seen. He liked that part of her, small enough to be hot, easy enough to thrill, and all his.
She sat when he held her chair out, the hem of that already short skirt sliding up dangerously high. She leant back, crossing her legs slowly enough to send him a peek of the heaven between them.
One of her brows lifted as she realised where he was looking. Even better, she trailed her fingertips along the exposed, pale flesh, up her body, over her nipples until they both sighed. When she caught her bottom lip between her teeth his cock hardened to the point of pain.
Like he’d stop her. Christ, she was sex on fire right there, the low lights casting shadows in all the right places.
A waitress came by, bending low, but Kate looked too. How fucking hot was it that his woman appreciated all forms of beauty? Not that the server had anything on all that long-legged, feline sensuality reclining just to his left.
‘While we wait for those ridiculously expensive drinks you’re totally going to pay for, do you have any cigars left?’ She leant towards him to be heard over the music and he nearly swallowed his tongue at the perfect view of a round, hard nipple.
‘Darling Kate, anything you want is yours.’ He patted his jacket pocket down and found a cigar.
Kate watched him avidly as he trimmed the cigar and lit it for her.
‘I don’t know what it is about it when you do this sort of guy stuff,’ she said, leaning forwards not to take the cigar from him but to take his wrist and take a puff while he still held it. ‘It’s just so sexy.’
‘Goddamn, woman. I want to eat you up when you’re like this. Well, to be honest, I want to eat you up all the time. But right now you’re …’ He paused, searching for words but settled for a shrug and licking his lips.
She sipped her drink, her leg slowly moving back and forth along with the music as she watched the dancer on the stage. And then her hands
