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- Herausgeber: LSODea
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Serie: La Petite Mort Club
- Sprache: Englisch
Christmas, New Year's Eve and Valentine's Day.
Three holidays.
One couple.
Lots of steamy fun.
The Mistletoe Game:
Ellie just broke up with her cheating boyfriend. The last thing she wants is to get involved with another alpha male jerk, but when her ex calls her cold in front of everyone, the only thing she can do to salvage her pride is to participate in The Mistletoe Game with a handsome stranger.
They're in public. It can't be anything too kinky. A few innocent kisses under the mistletoe but nothing is ever innocent at La Petite Mort Club.
A Banging New Year:
It's round two for Ellie and Adrian.
Ellie is determined that she's done dating alpha males but when Adrian shows up at the bar on New Year's Eve and challenges her to a bet, she can't refuse. If she wins, she's in charge for the evening. If he wins, she belongs to him for the night.
Cupid's Misfire:
When Ellie's ex steals her apartment she's left with no place to live.
Adrian offers his guest room on one condition.
No sex.
He's determined to keep Ellie in the friend-zone unless she can accept that he may be an alpha male but that doesn't make him a jerk. But will either of them be able to keep their hands to themselves and if they don't will they be able to make their relationship work?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
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A Banging New Year
Cupid's Misfire
La Petite Mort Club
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A Merry Masquerade For Christmas
The Dom's Submission Series (Parts 1-3)
Hot Holidays
La Petite Mort Club Intimate Encounters
His Lesson
Playing House
His Love
His Imperfect Day
Six Nights Of Sin
Interviewing For Her Lover
Taking Control
School Fantasy
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Punishment Fantasy
The Proposition
The Dom's Submission
His Sub
His Mission
His Submission
The Voyeur
The Voyeur
Watching the Voyeur
Touching the Voyeur
Loving the Voyeur
Table of Contents
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Hot Holidays (La Petite Mort Club, #6)
The Mistletoe Game | CHAPTER 1: Adrian
CHAPTER 2: Ellie
CHAPTER 3: Adrian
CHAPTER 4: Ellie
CHAPTER 5: Ellie
CHAPTER 6: Adrian
CHAPTER 7: Ellie
CHAPTER 8: Adrian
CHAPTER 9: Ellie
CHAPTER 10: Adrian
CHAPTER 11: Ellie
CHAPTER 12: Adrian
CHAPTER 13: Ellie
CHAPTER 14: Adrian
CHAPTER 15: Ellie
CHAPTER 16: Adrian
CHAPTER 17: Ellie
CHAPTER 18: Adrian
CHAPTER 19: Ellie
CHAPTER 20: Adrian
CHAPTER 21: Ellie
CHAPTER 22: Adrian
CHAPTER 23: Ellie
CHAPTER 24: Adrian
CHAPTER 25: Ellie
CHAPTER 26: Adrian
CHAPTER 27: Ellie
CHAPTER 28: Ellie
CHAPTER 29: Adrian
CHAPTER 30: Ellie
CHAPTER 31: Adrian
CHAPTER 32: Ellie
CHAPTER 33: Adrian
CHAPTER 34: Ellie
CHAPTER 35: Adrian
CHAPTER 36: Ellie
CHAPTER 37: Adrian
CHAPTER 38: Ellie
CHAPTER 39: Adrian
CHAPTER 40: Ellie
CHAPTER 41: Adrian
CHAPTER 42: Ellie
CHAPTER 43: Adrian
CHAPTER 44: Ellie
CHAPTER 45: Adrian
A Banging New Year | CHAPTER 1: Adrian
CHAPTER 2: Ellie
CHAPTER 3: Adrian
CHAPTER 4: Ellie
CHAPTER 5: Adrian
CHAPTER 6: Ellie
CHAPTER 7: Adrian
CHAPTER 8: Ellie
CHAPTER 9: Adrian
CHAPTER 10: Ellie
CHAPTER 11: Adrian
CHAPTER 12: Ellie
CHAPTER 13: Adrian
CHAPTER 14: Ellie
CHAPTER 15: Ellie
CHAPTER 16: Adrian
CHAPTER 17: Ellie
CHAPTER 18: Adrian
CHAPTER 19: Ellie
CHAPTER 20: Adrian
CHAPTER 21: Ellie
CHAPTER 22: Adrian
CHAPTER 23: Adrian
CHAPTER 24: Ellie
CHAPTER 25: AdrIan
CHAPTER 26: Ellie
CHAPTER 27: Adrian
CHAPTER 28: Ellie
CHAPTER 29: Adrian
CHAPTER 30: Ellie
CHAPTER 31: Adrian
CHAPTER 32: Ellie
CHAPTER 33: Adrian
CHAPTER 34: Ellie
CHAPTER 35: Adrian
CHAPTER 36: Ellie
CHAPTER 37: Adrian
CHAPTER 38: Adrian
CHAPTER 39: Ellie
CHAPTER 40: Ellie
CHAPTER 41: Adrian
CHAPTER 42: Ellie
CHAPTER 43: Adrian
CHAPTER 44: Ellie
Cupid’s Misfire | CHAPTER 1: Adrian
CHAPTER 2: Ellie
CHAPTER 3: Adrian
CHAPTER 4: Adrian
CHAPTER 5: Ellie
CHAPTER 6: Adrian
CHAPTER 7: Adrian
CHAPTER 8: Ellie
CHAPTER 9: Adrian
CHAPTER 10: Ellie
CHAPTER 11: Adrian
CHAPTER 12: Ellie
CHAPTER 13: Adrian
CHAPTER 14: Ellie
CHAPTER 15: Ellie
CHAPTER 16: Adrian
CHAPTER 17: Adrian
CHAPTER 18: Ellie
CHAPTER 19: Adrian
CHAPTER 20: Ellie
CHAPTER 21: Ellie
CHAPTER 22: Ellie
CHAPTER 23: Adrian
CHAPTER 24: Ellie
CHAPTER 25: Adrian
CHAPTER 26: Ellie
CHAPTER 27: Adrian
CHAPTER 28: Ellie
CHAPTER 29: Adrian
CHAPTER 30: Ellie
CHAPTER 31: Adrian
CHAPTER 32: Ellie
CHAPTER 33: Adrian
CHAPTER 34: Ellie
CHAPTER 35: Adrian
CHAPTER 36: Ellie
CHAPTER 37: Adrian
CHAPTER 38: Adrian
CHAPTER 39: Ellie
CHAPTER 40: Adrian
CHAPTER 41: Ellie
CHAPTER 42: Adrian
CHAPTER 43: Ellie
CHAPTER 44: Adrian
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The Mistletoe Game
CHAPTER 1: Adrian
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Adrian wandered through the crowd at La Petite Mort Club, enjoying the lavish holiday decorations. Over the last ten plus years, he’d grown accustomed to a Christmas filled with sand, dirt and sometimes bullets, but that was his past.
About eight months ago, his friend Mitch had convinced him to leave the Marines to work in cyber security at a private investigator firm. On most days, he was happy with his decision. The pay was fabulous and his boss, Patrick Westman, was great, but he missed the military—not the fighting or killing but the connection he’d had with his team of brothers. His phone beeped and he pulled it from his pocket.
MITCH: Running late.
He frowned at the screen. Late his ass. The bastard was hooking up.
ADRIAN: Bullshit. Who is she?
MITCH: Who knows & who cares? She’s got great tits and an eager pussy.
ADRIAN: Protect your soldier.
MITCH: Always.
He slid his phone back into his pocket. He was on his own. He stopped at the bar and pushed his bottle of Bud toward the front, signaling that he was ready for another. The bartender grabbed it, too busy to chat so Adrian scanned the crowd.
Most of the people were behaving tonight—no shows on the stages, only a few couples having sex. It was quiet but the air was filled with anticipation. It could be due to the Club being closed tomorrow for Christmas–one last bang before spending time with family–or it could be the game Desiree, one of the Pleasure Associates, was organizing.
She stood on stage supervising two bouncers and a few customers as they arranged props draped in festive green, red and gold sheets on the main stage.
He paid the bartender for the beer and took a gulp. He should go home and get some rest. His family had a big party planned for tomorrow. The only reason he’d come out tonight was because Mitch had begged him. That’d teach him for doing a good deed. His friend was getting laid and he was studying Christmas sheets on a stage. It was too bad he thought of Desiree like a kid sister. He needed to get laid. His gaze skimmed over the bar and screeched to a halt on the saddest woman he’d ever seen.
She sat alone, her face pale and lips tight but it was her eyes that made his heart twist. She looked like her world had ended and he hated, absolutely hated, seeing women sad. His six sisters could attest to that. He’d taken many a punishment for things they’d done to keep them from crying.
The woman stared at her phone and then wiped her eyes, leaving a smudge of mascara on her cheek and making her look even sadder. That was it. He was going to cheer this lady up. He grabbed his beer and froze as she answered her phone, a smile spreading across her face.
“Shit,” he mumbled. That smile transformed her from okay-looking to gorgeous. She had thick, honey-brown hair, high cheekbones with a wide mouth and lush, red lips that promised all sorts of pleasurable things. His dick hardened. Change of plans. He wasn’t just going to cheer her up; he was going to make her smile, preferably as she gazed up at him from his bed.
Baby steps. First, he had to meet her. Then he’d fuck her. His gaze dropped to her wrist. He was both disappointed and relieved that she wasn’t wearing a bracelet that marked her as a Pleasure Associate. If she had been, sex would’ve been a sure thing, but he did love a challenge. He made his way around the bar toward her. It was time to brighten both their nights.
CHAPTER 2: Ellie
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Ellie sat at the bar, twirling her straw in her drink as she stared at the Christmas lights and tried not to cry. She couldn’t believe Marc was standing her up again, especially here. She hadn’t even wanted to come to this place, but once his friend Bruce had gotten them guest passes Marc had pestered her relentlessly. She’d finally agreed to meet him at La Petite Mort Club just to shut him up. Now, she was sitting alone at the bar in a sex club and he didn’t even have the decency to show up. He’d call with some lame excuse about...
Her phone beeped. It was a message from Marc. Great. Here came the lame excuse. She tapped the screen and stared at the picture of Marc and...the other woman.
They were in Marc’s tiny office at the gym. The woman sat on the desk her legs wrapped around his hips as he fucked her. She held the phone over his shoulder and had smiled for the picture. Ellie should be furious but all she could think was she’s pretty. It wasn’t surprising. Marc wouldn’t waste his time with someone unattractive.
Her phone rang. It was her mom. She took a deep breath, wiping at her eyes. Everything would be okay. She had her family and her job. She didn’t need a man, especially one like Marc. “Hi, Mom. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, honey.”
She smiled. Just hearing her mom’s voice made everything okay.
“I know you and Marc have a big night planned so I’ll make this quick.”
“It’s okay, Mom.” There was no reason to explain that her big plans were now going to the grocery store for some chocolate and then home to cry. She’d tell her family about the breakup tomorrow.
“No. You two need time alone. You work too much.”
“We spend time together.” This was not her fault, but that little voice whispered, Are you sure? All of your boyfriends have cheated on you. If it isn’t your fault, then whose fault is it?
“Will you two be staying over tomorrow night?” asked Mom.
“Dad would be okay with that?” Her father was not a fan of pre-marital sex.
“Of course not but let me worry about him.” There was a smile in her mother’s tone that made Ellie want to cry. All she wanted was a relationship like her parents had. Yes, they’d gone through a rough patch a few years ago but they’d made it through, and they seemed happier than ever.
“Uhm. Yeah, I guess we might stay over.” She cleared her throat. It wasn’t really a lie. She’d spend the night tomorrow which would give Marc time to pack his stuff and be out of the apartment before she returned.
“That’s wonderful. I can’t wait to see you. Have fun tonight.”
“Thanks. Can’t wait to see you too.” She swallowed a lump in her throat. She wanted her mom’s hug. She needed it but she’d have to wait. She pressed the button ending the call. The picture of Marc and that woman stared up at her.
She closed the message app. The bitch was welcome to him because she wasn’t going through this again. She dialed his number. It went straight to voicemail. Good. She didn’t want to speak with the bastard anyway. “We’re done. I want you and your crap out of my apartment by the time I get home from my parents’ house tomorrow.”
She hung up and dropped her phone into her purse. She grabbed her vodka and grapefruit, taking a long drink, surprised that she didn’t feel anything. She should be angry, hurt, sad, something but she just felt numb. She’d wasted almost three years on the jerk and two on the cheating asshole before him. Her gut twisted with disgust but at herself not them. As of tonight, she was done with arrogant, alpha males, who moved from one woman to the next like they were nothing more than dishes on a buffet.
“Excuse me. May I buy you a drink?” asked a man with a voice like whiskey—rough and smooth at the same time.
“No. Tha...” Her breath caught in her chest. This guy was better than good looking. Tall. Dark hair. Sharp features, a sexy mouth and vibrant green eyes. Maybe she should reconsider her decision to avoid men like him but just for tonight. It’d been awhile since she’d had sex and it was Christmas Eve. He’d make a delicious package to unwrap. She forced herself not to check out the yummy one between his legs.
“Are you waiting for someone? I’ll keep you company while you wait.” He waved the bartender over. “Another for the lady and myself.”
“I said no.” Nope, she was not reconsidering. She was done with the macho, alpha male types. She’d find herself a nice, sensitive teacher or accountant like her sister had done. No, not like Trevor. Tina’s fiancé was as far from macho as he could be, but he was still a jerk.
“Please, let me get you a drink. You seem sad and I’m a good listener.” He smiled.
She almost melted into a puddle on the chair. It should be illegal to be that good looking. “Right.” Men like him never listened; they hunted and conquered.
The bartender walked over and placed the drinks in front of them. He handed her some money before sitting on the chair next to Ellie. His gaze traveled down her body, resting a quick second on her cleavage. She breathed in his scent—subtle cologne and male. The place between her legs began to hum but she wasn’t doing this again. She was done jumping from one lousy, macho jerk to the next. She was twenty-six years old. It was time to change her type. She stood.
“Where are you going?” He seemed genuinely confused.
“I said no.”
“Come on. The drinks are here. You’re here. I’m here.” Again, his eyes dipped to her chest. “Shame to let something so delicious go to waste.”
“You’re all alike. Believing a smile and a drink will get you whatever you want. Well, it won’t work on me.” Not tonight anyway. Hopefully, never again.
“Hey.” He held up his hand. “I only meant to keep you company.”
“Really? My company. That’s all you wanted.”
“Yes.” One corner of his mouth turned up in a sexy smile. “At least to start.”
“Asshole.” She grabbed her drink and left.
CHAPTER 3: Adrian
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Adrian couldn’t keep his gaze off that woman’s ass. She wore a short, black and red dress that hugged those large, round cheeks like a second skin. Her butt was perfect for his hand and she needed a spanking more than any woman he’d ever met. He shifted slightly, giving his rising cock some room.
“Hey Adrian, I didn’t expect to see you tonight.” Desiree stopped beside him at the bar. “I thought your family was having a big to-do for your first Christmas home?”
“They are but that’s tomorrow.” His eyes drifted to the woman with the honey-brown hair and those suck-me lips.
“I’m glad you’re here. I need some contestants for my game.”
“What are you doing up there?” He pulled his gaze away from the woman, who now sat on the other side of the bar, and glanced at the stage.
“It’s the Mistletoe Game and I need you”—she tapped his arm—“to play.”
“How do you play?”
“I’ll explain the rules when the couples get on stage.” Desiree smiled, her eyes mischievous. “I promise, you’ll enjoy it.”
“Sorry, but I’m single tonight.”
“That’s perfect because partners are chosen at random.” She held out a bag. “Pick a chip.”
“I’m not into games, especially ones where I don’t know the rules.” With his luck he’d end up tied to a spanking bench while some Domme beat his ass and that was so not his thing.
“It’s La Petite Mort Club. The rules are consent and pleasure.”
“Sounds fun but—”
“Please. Ethan isn’t thrilled that he agreed to let me do this. I need people to participate or it’ll be the last time he lets me coordinate an event.”
“He has had a bit of a stick up his ass lately.”
“So, you’ll play?” She stared at him hopefully.
He sighed. He was a sucker for a woman in need, but after growing up with six sisters he’d learned how to negotiate. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll play if you make sure she’s my partner.” He nodded at the woman across the bar.
CHAPTER 4: Ellie
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Ellie searched on her phone for locksmiths that were open this late on Christmas Eve. She either changed her locks or she went to a hotel because she was not dealing with Marc tonight. The asshole wouldn’t have the decency to stay with his slut. He’d creep into the house in the middle of the night and into her bed. That’s what he’d done the last time and then he’d somehow convinced her that she was wrong about his cheating. That wasn’t going to happen again because this time she had more proof than odd charges on her credit card.
“Excuse me,” said a soft, feminine voice.
“Yes.” She pulled her gaze away from her phone.
It was the woman who’d been on stage earlier in the evening. Ellie knew men found her attractive, but this woman was extraordinarily beautiful with wavy black hair and blue eyes.
“Hi, I’m Desiree.”
“Ellie.” She smiled at the other woman. She’d never been the type to be jealous of another woman’s beauty.
“I know you don’t know me, but I need a favor.”
“A favor?” Ellie’s surprise must’ve shown on her face because the other woman started rambling.
“This is the first event I’ve been allowed to organize here and”—Desiree lowered her voice—“I screwed up. I have one more man than woman. I need a partner for him in the Mistletoe Game.”
“Ah...no. Thanks but I’m not in the mood.”
“Please.” Desiree grabbed her hand. “It’ll be fun, and it’ll take your mind off him.”
“Who said—”
“I saw you talking on the phone. You’re upset, and it’s always because of some man.” Desiree rolled her eyes on the last word.
“That’s true.” She laughed.
“So, you’ll play?”
“Ah...”
“Please. I need one more woman and then I can start the game. If I take too long my boss is going to stop this before it begins.” Desiree’s gaze lifted to the second floor.
Ellie’s eyes followed the other woman’s and her mouth dropped open. The most gorgeous man she’d ever seen stood at the balustrade, watching them, his face impassive. “He looks like a fallen angel. An angry one.”
“Doesn’t he though.” Desiree laughed. “But Ethan isn’t angry, he’s cranky.”
“Why?”
“Woman troubles. What else?”
“Him?” Men like him didn’t have women troubles, they made trouble for women.
“Yep.” Desiree shrugged. “As you know, even beautiful people get their hearts broken.” She touched Ellie’s arm.
“Ah...sure.” She didn’t consider herself beautiful. Cute? Yeah. Pretty? Some days. But beautiful? No.
“Thank you. Thank you.” Desiree gave her a quick hug before handing her a dark green poker chip. “I’ll explain everything when I call you to the stage.”
“Uhm...I didn’t—”
“Don’t worry. It’ll be fun. I promise.” Desiree grinned and started to walk away.
Ellie grabbed her arm. “What kind of game? Exactly.”
“What does it matter?” Marc pushed his way to the bar, stopping at her side, his brown eyes hard with anger. “You won’t play anyway.”
“I see you got my message.” She let go of Desiree and prepared herself for the upcoming argument. She usually backed down from Marc’s temper but not this time.
“Yeah. What the fuck’s your problem? I was working late because all you do is bitch about money and then I get this message from you.” He moved closer. “Babe, you know I’m only working this much for you. For us. For our future.”
“Please, don’t.” She looked around him. “Sorry, Desiree but I think you’ll have to count me out.”
“Fuck that. We’ll play,” said Marc. “That’s why we’re here.”
“We aren’t doing anything. We are done. Over.”
“Is there a problem?” One of the bouncers stepped up behind Marc.
“No. Sorry,” said Marc. “Ellie”—he tipped his head—“we need to talk.”
“No, we don’t.”
“Ellie, you know you get like this. Jealous over nothing.”
“I can smell her perfume on you.” This was so embarrassing. She hated being the center of attention and Marc wasn’t even trying to be quiet.
“I saw my sister today. That’s what you smell.”
She was so not in the mood for this. “I’m done, Marc. I mean it. I’m not falling for your lies again.” She didn’t deserve to be treated like this.
“I’m not lying.” His face began turning red with anger. “You’d better watch it because I’ve about had it with your jealous fits.”
“My jealous...You’ve about had it.” She was at a loss for words but luckily, she had a picture. She picked up her phone, almost smiling because she hated him right now. She couldn’t wait to show him that she wasn’t as stupid as he thought. “I’m glad you’re almost done because I’m completely done”—she opened the message and shoved her phone in his face—“with you.”
His eyes widened and then narrowed. “Ah...that’s not—”
“Don’t you dare try and tell me that isn’t you.” She enlarged the picture so that the side of his face filled the screen.
“Son of a...that bitch.” He pulled his gaze away from the phone and pushed her hand down. “Babe, this isn’t what you—”
“Don’t.” She couldn’t do this. “It’s over, Marc.” She was tired, exhausted. “I’m going home. I’ll stay at my parents’ house tomorrow. Be out of the apartment before I get back.” She stood.
“This is your fault.”
“Excuse me? How is this my fault?”
“If you weren’t so fucking cold in bed, I wouldn’t have to fuck someone else.” His chest puffed out.
“I am not cold.” Her words came out sure, but she wasn’t. Every guy she’d ever loved had cheated on her. She’d always blamed them but perhaps it was her. She was a forensic accountant. She looked for patterns and she was the common denominator.
“Ha. I had to beg you to come here tonight. Sex clubs aren’t your thing. Remember?” He sneered down at her. “Just like sex isn’t your thing.”
“I like sex.” She did. “We used to have sex all the time.”
“Yeah, before you froze up like a fucking iceberg.” He gave her a disgusted look before turning and walking away.
She dropped onto her chair and stared at the holiday lights. She was not cold. She wasn’t. This wasn’t her fault. They were the ones who cheated. They were the ones who were broken. If she kept telling herself that, one day she might believe it.
CHAPTER 5: Ellie
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Ellie finished her second drink. She wanted to leave but she refused to give Marc the satisfaction of seeing her walk out alone while he was surrounded by women. She’d wait for him to go to the bathroom and then she’d sneak out like the lonely, pathetic loser she was.
“Ladies and gentlemen. It’s time for La Petite Mort Club’s Mistletoe Game.” Desiree’s voice rang through the Club’s speaker system.
The crowd cheered and everyone either turned toward the stage or walked over to it.
Her eyes dropped to the green chip that sat on the bar next to her. She’d forgotten all about this stupid game. There was no way she was playing but it was the perfect time to make her way to the door. She grabbed her purse, threw some money for a tip on the bar and stood.
“Thanks. Don’t forget your chip,” said the bartender when she grabbed the glass empty and tip.
“Right. Thanks.” She picked up the green chip and meandered along the outskirts of the crowd, pretending to watch the stage but really keeping her eye on Marc who’d somehow managed to find a place at the very front with his asshole friend Bruce.
She hated him even more. He was a golden boy. Everything always went his way. It was so annoying but soon he’d be out of her house and her life. She sidled past a bouncer and started walking faster for the door. She’d go home to her empty apartment, curl into the fetal position and cry, except Marc would come home at some point tonight. She pulled her phone from her purse. She was going to a hotel. She’d order room service and watch old movies while she made herself sick on chocolate.
CHAPTER 6: Adrian
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Adrian stood on the stage, searching the crowd for his partner. This was the second time tonight he’d almost lost her. The first had been when her boyfriend had shown up.
What an ass. He didn’t care how pissed a guy got with his girlfriend; it was never okay to say that kind of shit about her, especially in a crowded bar. It’d taken everything he’d had not to walk over there and introduce his fist to the asshole’s face.
His gaze landed on honey-brown hair and his eyes roamed over her frame. That woman sure did have a nice ass but unfortunately, it was heading for the door. There was no way he was letting that happen.
“Ah, Des.” He waved at his friend. “My partner is trying to flee.” He pointed at the woman. His woman. At least that was how he’d been referring to her in his head ever since he’d seen her smile.
“Oh. Darn. I guess she doesn’t want to play.” Des gave him a mischievous grin.
“She does. I’m sure.” He’d winked at his friend. “If not, I’ll make her want to play.” Both on stage and later in his bedroom.
“You’d better. She’s had a bad night and could use a good present for Christmas.” Desiree turned on the microphone in her hand.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll stuff her stocking just right.” He laughed.
CHAPTER 7: Ellie
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“Ellie! Ellie!” Desire’s voice boomed through the Club.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Ellie mumbled as she stopped. The door was right there. Right there. She could make a run for it but everyone, including Marc, would be watching her.
“Ellie, come up here. I remember the chip you picked. You’re Green.” Desiree almost squealed with excitement. “Come here and meet your partner.”
“Ellie? Ha. She won’t play,” yelled Marc. “She doesn’t have the guts or desire to do anything exciting.”
Her back stiffened. She refused to let him win. It was just a game. A kiss under the mistletoe or something stupid like that. She’d do this and go home.
“You hush.” Desiree glared at Marc before turning back toward Ellie and smiling. “Everyone move out of her way. Let her through. Damon, help her.”
A large bouncer smiled down at her, offering his arm. He was the biggest man she’d ever seen, well over six feet tall and muscular was an understatement. He had short, dark brown hair and friendly brown eyes. “Shall we?”
“Of course.” She smiled back but was sure her lips trembled. She didn’t want to be on stage in front of all these people.
“It’ll be fine. Des knows how to show everyone a good time.” He led her through the crowd.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she mumbled but obviously not quietly enough because he chuckled.
“Don’t worry.” He took her hand as they approached the stairs. “Consent is the number one rule here. If there’s anything you don’t want to do, just say it. No one will judge you.”
“Thanks.” Her eyes darted to Marc. Damon was wrong about that because one person was eagerly waiting for her to back down. She’d die before she let that happen. She walked onto the stage.
The gorgeous man who’d wanted to buy her a drink grinned as he held out a green chip. Ellie’s vodka and grapefruit turned to rock in her stomach. No. Not him. Anyone but him.
“I think you’re my partner.” The guy looked around the stage where about a dozen couples stood. He was the first in line and the only one who was alone.
She almost bared her teeth as she plodded forward. She’d kiss the asshole and go home. Hopefully, he’d have bad breath or be a horrible kisser.
“Nice to meet you, Ellie.” He held out his hand, trying not to smile but his eyes sparkled with laughter. “I’m Adrian.”
“Hi, Adrian.” She forced a smile. The jerk was loving this.
“Let’s start the Mistletoe Game,” yelled Desiree.
The crowd roared.
“One person from each team needs to pick a package.” Desiree pulled a gold sheet off one of the props, displaying a wooden cross with presents, draped in holiday colored linen, hanging from it. “I’d suggest sending the person with the worst aim.”
“There’s going to be throwing like in baseball?” She glanced at Adrian.
He shrugged. “Don’t know. Could be shooting.”
“Shooting?” She frowned at him. “Inside the building?”
“Don’t look at me like that.” He grinned. “It’s possible.”
“Then I guess I pick because I’ve never even fired a weapon.”
“Squirt gun? Nerf gun?”
“Oh. I hadn’t thought of those.” She smiled sheepishly at him. “I’m not much better with them than with balls. Are you any good?”
His grinned deepened as he leaned close to her. “I’m very, very good and I bet you’re better with balls than you say.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She huffed. He was a typical macho jerk, making everything sexual.
“I was talking about shooting and throwing. What were you talking about?”
“Right.” She sent him a look that said clearly, she wasn’t that big of a fool. “I’ll pick.”
She followed the others across the stage and unhooked the closest package before returning to Adrian’s side.
“Everyone unwrap your present” Desiree almost bounced with excitement.
Ellie pulled the linen off the gift. It was a plastic mistletoe with a strand of spongy berries. She glanced down the stage at the others. They all had the same thing except some had more berries than others.
“Uhm, what is it?” asked one of the other guys.
“A Mistletoe. La Petite Mort Club style.” Desiree beamed.
“I can see it’s a mistletoe but what do we do with it?” asked the same guy.
“You’ll see.” Desiree grinned at them as she walked to another prop.
“You know”—Adrian leaned by her ear and whispered—“the tradition of mistletoe is that a boy gets to kiss the girl for every berry.” He flicked the cluster of berries with his finger. “That’s a lot of kisses.”
“Six. There are six...” She turned, her breath catching when she realized that he hadn’t shifted away. He was only inches from her face. If she tipped her head a little, her lips would be on his. The pulse between her legs began to throb a slow, steady rhythm, urging her to eliminate all space between them.
“Yes?” His breath tickled her cheek and lips.
She cleared her throat and ignored her desire. “Berries. There are six berries on this plant and we’re not going to kiss six times.” She’d combust and turn into a pile of ash because this man wasn’t even cooperative enough to have bad breath and there was no way a guy who looked like he did was a bad kisser.
“We’ll see.”
“Let me introduce you to...Mistletoe Mary!” Desiree pulled a red sheet off another prop.
Shouts and catcalls from crowd filled the air.
“Oh, wow.” She had no words.
A sex doll was handcuffed spread eagle to a stand. The doll had long, black hair, open, red lips, a body that most women would envy, and she was naked—completely—and it looked like there was a hole...“I think she’s anatomically correct.”
Adrian burst out laughing.
“Dang. I said that out loud?” She cringed as she cast a glance at him, making him laugh harder.
“Yes, you did but I’ll have to take your word for Mary’s correctness because I’ve never met her. I prefer my partners living.” His eyes took a quick trip down her frame, leaving heat in their wake.
“Let’s see who goes first.” Desiree reached into a red, Santa bag, pulling out a chip. She held it up. “Green! Green goes first.”
“And my night keeps getting better and better,” she mumbled.
“At least it’ll be over soon.”
“Not soon enough.”
“Both of you, come here.” Desiree removed another sheet, uncovering a cart filled with twelve glasses each containing a liquid of a different color.
Adrian waved his hand. “Ladies first.”
“Chicken,” she muttered, his smile making her want to grin as she walked across the stage.
“Stop right there.” Desiree pointed at the white line of tape on the floor.
Ellie and Adrian stopped.
Desiree rolled the cart until it was directly to Adrian’s right. “I’m sure everyone knows that people kiss under the mistletoe, but the tradition began with a girl standing under the mistletoe. The boys would line up for a kiss, but kisses were limited to the number of berries. They’d wait in line. When they got to the girl, if there was still a berry on the plant, they’d pick it and then kiss her. As soon as the berries were gone, so were the kisses.” Desiree paused. “The Mistletoe Game is based on this but”—she stressed the word—“it’s been modified in La Petite Mort Club style.”
The crowd cheered.
“Adrian, dip the berry into the green glass and then throw it at Mistletoe Mary but be careful where you hit her. Wherever that berry lands is where you get to kiss Ellie and you only get as many kisses as berries.”
“Kiss the doll,” yelled Marc. “She’ll be more fun.”
Ellie flipped him the bird because she couldn’t pull her eyes from that naked doll. If he hit her breast or...lower...Oh God, she couldn’t do this.
“This is getting interesting,” said Adrian.
“That isn’t the word I’d use,” she almost hissed. as she pulled her eyes away from the naked doll. She wanted to slap that sexy smirk off his face but that’d be childish so instead, she grabbed his arm. “Aim for her mouth.”
“Her mouth ?” He frowned down at her. “Why would I do that?”
“A kiss. You wanted six kisses.”
“And I’m going to get them.” His smile was beyond wicked. “All six kisses...wherever I want on your body.”
Her heart tried to beat out of her chest while the pulse between her legs was throwing a dance party.
“What are you waiting for?” shouted people from the crowd.
“Give me a minute,” Adrian yelled. “I only get six. I don’t want to waste any.” He studied the doll as he dipped the sponge-berry into the green liquid. He raised his arm and threw.
Ellie chanted in her head—face, face, face—as the berry flew across the stage, slapping Mary right on the top of her breast.
“Yeah!” shouted the crowd.
“Shit.” Her hand went to her chest. She could almost feel those lips now and then another berry flew landing on the other breast, closer to the nipple.
“Lower,” shouted the crowd.
“Go for her pussy!” yelled someone and the crowd began to chant. “Pussy. Pussy.”
Good lord, she’d die if he kissed her there. On stage. In front of all these people. It’d been even longer since Marc had done that. He hadn’t been a big fan of going down on her. She’d probably combust or orgasm right on stage and she couldn’t let that happen.
Adrian raised his hand, his fingers dyed green from the liquid. His eyes narrowed and just as his arm started forward Ellie elbowed him in the side.
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“Ouch.” Adrian’s arm twitched from a small, pointy elbow poking into his side.
The crowd booed as his mistletoe berry completely missed the doll.
“You missed!” Desiree sent him a disgusted look. “How could you miss?”
“Good question.” He frowned at Ellie who stood by his side with an innocent expression on her pretty face. “Redo.” He took a step forward. He was getting that berry and going to land it right on that doll’s anatomically correct pussy.
“No. Wait.” Ellie grabbed his arm, her fingers digging in so hard he could feel her nails through his suit jacket and shirt. “That’s not fair. He had his shot.”
“She’s right,” said Desiree. “Unless there was a good reason that you missed.” Her eyes darted from him to Ellie.
“There wasn’t. He just has bad aim,” said Ellie.
“Bad aim? That’s insulting. The doll is only a few feet away.”
“Don’t feel too bad. It happens to the best of us.” Ellie stared straight ahead, refusing to look at him.
“Bad aim and bad taste,” muttered her asshole ex-boyfriend.
A few others snickered.
Adrian’s pique at Ellie’s cheating vanished as he turned toward Marc. “Why don’t you shut the fuck up?”
“Me?” Marc pointed to himself.
“Yeah, you.” Adrian took a step toward him, noting that the bouncers headed through the crowd in Marc’s direction.
“Why don’t you make me?” Marc walked toward the stairs.
The guy moved with the confidence of a man who knew how to fight but Adrian had spent his adult life in the Marines. It’d take him less than a minute to render the guy unconscious.
“Both of you stop it.” Desiree waved over one of the bouncers to block the stairs. “Adrian, you’re ruining my game.”
“Don’t worry. This won’t take long.”
“Before you’re out cold,” taunted Marc.
“Don’t. Please.” Ellie grabbed his arm, stepping in front of him. “Please,” she whispered. “I don’t want a scene.” Her big brown eyes pleaded with him and her lips were back to that tense straight line.
He couldn’t refuse her. It wasn’t in him to make a woman unhappy if he could help it. “Fine, but you owe me.” He followed her back to the table. He’d expected some shit comment from Marc, but the bouncers were talking to him.
“Adrian, get the next berry.” Desiree’s smile was wide but there was a slight tension around her eyes as she glanced over his shoulder.
He followed her gaze. Ethan was on the balustrade watching them. He tipped his head at the other man and then plucked another berry from their plant. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make this one count.”
“I’m sure you’ll try.” Ellie smiled sweetly up at him.
“I’ll do more than try.” He dipped the berry in the green dye and then aimed, pretending to focus on Mistletoe Mary but actually paying attention to Ellie. She didn’t disappoint him. Right as he was ready to throw, she dug her finger into his side. He caught her hand. “You want to hold hands. Aren’t you a sweetheart?”
“Ah...that’s okay.” She tugged, trying to free herself from his grasp. “You should let go, so you can throw better.”
“I have a feeling this will improve my aim.” He tightened his grip on her hand, keeping it clasped to his side and then threw the berry. It hit the doll’s upper thigh.
The crowd cheered.
“I can do better,” he shouted as he grabbed his next berry, soaking it with green dye and then throwing it before Ellie could wiggle any more. He hit the doll on her stomach right at the bikini line. “Almost there.” He glanced at Ellie and his grin slipped away.
She was pale, the red of her lips the only color on her face. His traitorous heart flipped, filling his gut with guilt. “You don’t have to do this,” he whispered as he leaned down, pretending to kiss her ear.
“I’m fine.” Her eyes darted to her ex who was watching them with a smirk on his face.
“Forget about him. He’s not worth it.” He was going to kick that guy’s ass.
“I can’t. Please just throw the berry and let’s get this over with.”
Ouch. That was not something he’d ever heard from a woman’s mouth before and he never wanted to hear it again. He dipped the last berry in the liquid. Ellie stood like a statue by his side. He took careful aim and threw, the berry landing right on the doll’s neck.
Ellie’s head snapped toward his, a question in her big brown eyes.
He shrugged. He hadn’t been trying to make her suspicious, but it was better than sad. His mission for the evening had changed from getting her into his bed, which he still wouldn’t turn down, to making her forget her ex and smile, really smile, like she’d done when she’d been talking on the phone.
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Why had Adrian hit the doll’s neck? Ellie’s eyes narrowed at his slight grin. The man had to be up to something. All men were. All the time.
“Ellie, come over by me.” Desiree stood between Mistletoe Mary and the last prop which was still covered by a sheet.
“Why?” She didn’t move.
“For the game.” Desiree smiled at her like she was a simpleton.
“Go on.” Adrian nudged her with his elbow. “I promise not to bite, unless you want me to.”
A sizzle of heat rushed to her face and other places, making her hurry across the stage before Adrian noticed. She didn’t need him getting the wrong impression, which was actually the right one, but she’d go to her grave before letting him know that.
“Poor Mistletoe Mary,” said Desiree. “She gets hit with berries and stained with dye but she receives none of the pleasure.” She turned toward Ellie, yanking the sheet off the prop. “That’s all for you.”
Ellie’s mouth dropped open. The large contraption looked a lot like what held up the doll. Two poles were affixed into wooden slats and secured by a rail at the top. Garland had been twisted over the top bar and the poles had been covered in gold and silver wrapping paper. Even the restraints hooked to the top and bottom of each pole were a festive red.
“Stand here”—Desiree motioned to the spot in the center of the device—“and give me your hands.”
“Move on to the next couple,” yelled Marc. “She’s never going to go through with it.”
Ellie’s face paled but her back stiffened as she took that final step, turned and spread her arms.
“Grab the poles and hold on.” Desiree smiled at her as she took one of Ellie’s hands and put it around a pole.
“Use the cuffs.” Ellie glared at Marc. The asshole looked so smug. She refused to back out of doing any part of this. She didn’t care if Adrian fucked her right here in front of everyone. Her body froze. All the heat and desire from earlier and even her anger fled with her panic. Okay, she did care but she’d do it to prove Marc wrong.
“Are you okay?” whispered Desiree. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” She forced a smile, glaring defiantly at Marc.
“Okay.” Desiree affixed a cuff around Ellie’s wrist. “You can stop anytime. Just let me or Adrian know. He won’t force you. I swear, he’s a good guy.” She moved on to Ellie’s other hand.
“There is no such thing.” They were all like Marc who was counting the minutes until she backed out so he could insult her even more. Well, he could count forever because tonight she was going to show him that she was adventurous and sexy, and he’d thrown it all away.
“Feet?” Desiree looked at her.
She closed her eyes for one second, gathering her courage. She was already helpless but with her legs spread she’d feel so much more vulnerable.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Desiree quietly. “I can make up an excuse or have the bouncers remove that friend of yours.”
“He’s not my friend.” He’d never been her friend. He’d been her lover and then basically just someone who lived at her home, spent her money and made messes for her to clean up—kind of like a horrible pet. A bubble of nervous laughter rolled up her throat and escaped. “I’m sure. My feet. Tie my feet too.”
“Okay.” Desiree bent and the crowd cheered as she spread Ellie’s legs and hooked them into the restraints. She straightened. “Adrian, time to collect your kisses.”
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Adrian’s dick was about ready to burst through his pants. Ellie’s lush body was restrained and open for him. Too bad they weren’t in a playroom. It wasn’t his style to fuck for the crowd but tonight he might make an exception.
Desiree stepped aside, calling him over.
He moved slowly toward Ellie, savoring the sight. Her chest heaved and her dress pulled tight against her large breasts. His eyes skimmed downward. It’d been a short, sexy dress before but now it was almost indecent. It’d slid so far up her legs that he was sure he’d see her panties when he knelt in front of her for his kisses.
He pulled at his pants, wanting to grab his dick and give it a few tugs. He needed something, anything to alleviate some of the tension it was feeling.
“Your hand is going to be all you get tonight,” yelled her fuckwad of an ex-boyfriend.
He stopped, turning toward the jerk. “Shut the fuck up.” He was done asking.
“Me?” Marc tried to look innocent, but his eyes were hard.
“Yeah. You.” He’d faced many enemies over the years and the body could lie but the eyes told all.
“It’s a free country. I can say whatever I want.”
“Not around me.” He took a step toward the other man. “I’m not going to stand here and let you insult a lady.”
“Lady?” Marc slapped the guy next to him. “She’s as much of a lady as...”
A large hand landed on Marc’s shoulder. Damon, the bouncer, pressed down making Marc’s face pale. “I don’t know if Bruce went over the rules with you, but you need to shut the fuck up or leave.”
“Why? I’m not doing anything.” Marc jerked free.
Adrian wasn’t sure if he wanted to smile because the fuckhead was in trouble or growl because he’d wanted to be the one who wiped that smirk off the asshole’s face.
“Adrian.” Desiree touched his arm. “Let’s get back to the game.”
He nodded as Bruce, one of the few members of the Club he didn’t like, was talking to Marc and calming the dickwad down.
“Adrian,” Desiree spoke into the microphone this time. “It’s time to collect your kisses.”
One good note, his erection had cooled. He might be able to wait until they were in a back room before he fucked Ellie. He turned and that idea evaporated like sweat in the desert. His dick rose again at the sight of his lush goddess spread out like a feast for him. He could spend hours worshiping her, pleasuring her like this.
“Remember,” said Desiree. “You can only kiss the places on Ellie that match where your berries stained Mistletoe Mary.”
“I’d like to give her some stains,” yelled someone from the crowd.
His gaze darted to the doll to remind himself of where he could kiss. He shouldn’t have wasted the one on her neck. He could’ve made her smile after he made her come.
He moved toward her as if pulled by a string, his eyes locked on her breasts. Fuck, she had nice tits–large and soft. He could smell her—perfume, soft and flowery, warmed by her flesh. He wanted to see her ass. He’d bet it’d be displayed, just a bit, from the position of that dress. He stepped closer. “Can I touch her anywhere?” He was definitely going to grab that ass if he were allowed. His eyes darted to Ellie’s and his dick deflated. Her face was pinched like it’d been when he’d first seen her but this time her soft eyes were wide with panic.
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Ellie tried not to yank on her restraints as Adrian strode toward her. She was helpless. Tied up and at the mercy of a stranger. Her heart raced. She should stop this. Shout to Desiree that she was done. She wanted to go home. Maybe the bouncer had made Marc leave. Her eyes darted over Adrian’s shoulder. The bouncer was walking through the crowd and Marc was moving back toward the stage. Her chance was gone. If she didn’t stay Marc would win.
Adrian stopped directly in front of her, his large body blocking her view of the crowd. “Can I touch her anywhere?”
Her breath caught and her eyes locked with his.
“Yes,” said Desiree. “As long as Ellie is okay with it.”
“Are you?” He lifted his hand, holding it near her cheek—close enough for her to feel his warmth but not touching her.
“Ah...” She didn’t want him to touch her. He was a stranger, and she was on stage, but she also didn’t want to back down. “Sure.” She lowered her gaze. It’d all be over soon. He’d kiss her and maul her and then she’d smirk at Marc and go home to shower.
“Thank you.”
Her eyes lifted to his. She hadn’t expected that. Men like him never expressed gratitude when things went their way.
“Relax.” His fingers traced her cheek like she was made of the finest porcelain.
“Kiss her,” shouted someone.
“My pleasure.”
She swallowed and his gaze darkened as he watched her throat.
“Can I kiss in any order or do I have to go in the same order as my berries?”
She wished he’d look at Desiree or something besides her because she couldn’t pull her eyes from his. His dark green gaze tied her to him more firmly than the restraints secured her to the poles.
“Any order but only those five locations,” said Desiree.
“Shame.” He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “I should’ve aimed here.”
His touch was soft but there was a promise in the heat of his gaze that made her panic drift away like wisps of smoke on a windy day. She could feel herself drawn to him, drowning in his eyes.
“I guess I’ll have to settle for here.” He brushed her hair aside and leaned closer, his face lowering to her neck.
She shivered as his hot breath caressed her skin.
His lips close to her ear, he whispered, “Do you want me to stop? I can say it’s me. That I got a phone call or something like that.”
The heat and tension cooled. He didn’t want her. Marc was right; it was her. She bit the inside of her mouth to keep her sob from escaping. She was tied up like an ancient offering and this guy didn’t want her. “Sure, if that’s what you want.”
He grabbed her chin, turning her toward him. “What do you want?” His eyes searched hers and she felt like he was flinging open doors that’d been closed for years and pulling everything out.
It terrified her. She had no idea what he might find or what he might reveal to her about herself. “I...I don’t care. If you don’t want to do this. It’s fine with me.” It wasn’t. She hadn’t wanted this but now she did. She wanted his lips on her–here on this stage in front of Marc and everyone.
“Are you sure?” His fingers tightened on her chin to the point of pain for one second before he eased up. “And before you answer, know that what I want is to devour you.” His eyes bore into hers and she shivered from the heat. This wasn’t desire. This was lust, rut, passion so desperate it’d burn. “I want to kiss every fucking inch of you until you forget everything but me.” His voice was rough, like sandpaper on her skin.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
A growl tore from his throat as his hands dropped to her waist and his mouth to her neck. His kiss was hot and wet. He didn’t go slow but poured open mouthed kisses down her throat, nipping and licking, making her shudder. His large hands slid to her ass, pulling her against him. She moaned at the feel of his erection, rubbing along her thigh. His fingers slipped under her dress, squeezing her ass.
The crowd roared or at least she thought it was the crowd, but she wasn’t sure. It might’ve been her blood pounding in her veins as Adrian’s face lifted, his hot breath cooling her wet flesh.
“Now, for berry number one.” His fingers drifted along the cleavage of her left breast. His eyes locked with hers as they slipped under the cloth. “May I?”
“Yes.” It was the only answer she had. She could refuse him nothing with his fingers caressing her flesh and her nipples hard and eager for his touch. She didn’t want his kiss on her clothes. She wanted it on her skin.
He slid her dress down, exposing her black lacy bra. “Beautiful.” He bent, his lips and tongue teasing along the lace as he kissed her breast while his fingers rolled her nipple.
Her head dropped backward, and she moaned, arching her back and thrusting her breast more fully into his face. His hand was on her thigh, rough and strong, squeezing. Her legs pulled at the restraints, trying to get closer to him, to wrap around his waist and feel that long dick between her thighs where it belonged.
His mouth trailed across her chest to her other breast, moving closer and closer to her nipple. She arched more, eager for him to take her in his mouth.
“He’s cheating,” shouted someone on stage. “He’s not kissing just where the berries landed.”
Adrian raised his head and glared at the other contestant. “Why the fuck do you care?”
The guy shrugged, his eyes dark as his gaze skimmed down Ellie, making her want to hide behind Adrian. “I want my turn.”
“Your turn?” Her words came out as a squeak. No. One stranger kissing her was enough.
“And you can have your turn—”
“What?”
Adrian glanced at her, frowning and shaking his head before focusing on the other guy again. “With your partner when I’m done.” He dropped to his knees. “I still have two more berries.”
Ellie’s panic from the thought of everyone on stage kissing her turned to raging lust at the sight of Adrian on kneeling before her. Her body gushed with anticipation and she prayed it wasn’t running down her thighs because that would be too fricking embarrassing.
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Adrian knelt before Ellie, his dick pressing against his zipper. She was lush perfection—her thighs soft and round spread open for him. If they were alone, he’d fuck her right now. Unfortunately, it was apparent that this whole scene was new to her and she didn’t seem like an exhibitionist. He could show her how fun that could be but not their first time.
“Berry number three...four if you count the miss.” His eyes locked with hers as he lowered his face between her thighs. The scent of her arousal teased him, making his dick grow painfully hard. His hands shook as he grabbed her butt. He had to touch her and if it wasn’t that lush ass, he’d be fingering her. Too bad she wasn’t ready to do something like that in front of everyone.
His mouth grazed her thigh and she trembled. Her flesh was warm and perfumed with some kind of womanly soap and arousal. He had to taste her. He dragged his mouth along her leg, licking and kissing. She arched toward him, a soft moan slipping from her lips. He groaned as his mouth moved toward her pussy. No one would blame him for kissing her there. It was what they all wanted—a show.
“No cheating,” chided Desiree. “You’ll have to save kisses for other places until later.”
“Fuck,” he said against her thigh and then it hit him. “I’m not cheating. I’m moving to berry number five.” He continued kissing his way up her thigh with hot, open mouthed kisses.
“What do you think?” Desiree asked the crowd. “Is that fair?”
“Hell yes!” shouted someone.
Adrian grinned at the eager agreement from the crowd. Sex is what they wanted to see and do. He had no problem putting on a show, but he wouldn’t go too far, not without Ellie’s consent. He glanced up at her and his blood thickened. Her brown eyes were lost to lust as she stared at him like a starving woman. Her luscious lips were parted, and her breasts heaved. She wanted his mouth on her as much as he did but until they were alone, it’d be through the underwear. He didn’t want her regretting anything that happened between them tonight.
He kept his gaze locked with hers as he moved his hands from her ass. He lifted her dress, exposing her black lace panties. His eyes dipped down, taking her in before meeting hers again. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
Her eyes sparked as his breath teased her succulent flesh. He’d make her come right here with just a kiss and a touch. She was so sensitive and eager. He lowered his face, breathing her in, his dick protesting its confinement. He brushed his mouth against her pussy, and she trembled.
“Someone get some hot water because his face is going to stick to that frozen pussy. She has ice for blood,” yelled Marc.
Adrian stopped at Ellie’s gasp. He forced his eyes away from his treat and rage replaced the desire in his blood. She stared out at the crowd, her face pale and tight and then she lowered her gaze, meeting his for one second before looking away, a blush covering her cheeks.
He didn’t say a word. He never did when he was this angry, but he moved—faster than anyone anticipated. In two seconds, he was on his feet and flying off the stage at that asshole. He was going to shove his fist down the jerk’s throat and pull out his nuts.
He hit the floor and charged. Marc was surprised but his face took on a calm expression and his stance widened. The guy knew how to fight. Good. So did he but before he could reach his opponent four of the Club’s bouncers moved between them.
“Get out of my way.” Nothing was going to keep him from beating the shit out of this guy.
“Can’t do that,” said Damon.
“He’s a dick.”
“Let’s take this outside,” said Marc who was trying to get past the bouncers. It seemed he wanted the fight as much as Adrian.
