Page 15 of The Player's Club

“That’s the point. Scream the word TURKEY, and nobody will mistake that for screaming from an orgasm.” Delilah stirred her drink. “Then again, everybody has their kinks. I’m sure some people here are into role-playing some weird-ass, gobble-gobble shit.” She winked.

“So,” Delilah said, “who invited you here?”

“Hey, I found this place on Google just like the rest of you,” I joked. At Delilah’s look, I admitted, “Mac Mackenzie.”

“Oh really? Now, that’s a scrumptious hunk of a man. I’ve wanted to get my mouth on that man since I first saw him here.”

I felt myself growing hot. With jealousy? “Have you ever—?”

“With Mac? No, he mostly just watches. Besides taking the occasional woman home afterward, I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen him participate.”

My stomach twisted. Which was stupid because Mac could take home anyone he wanted. So why do I wish he’d take me home?

“Do you know what he is? I mean, what he’s into?” I asked.

Delilah smirked. “Now, what would be the fun in me telling you that? You’ll have to find out for yourself.”

Delilah’s words ran through my head as I wandered a second time, letting myself mull them over. I found it interesting that Mac preferred to watch more than participate. Was he into just voyeurism? From what Delilah said, it sounded like he enjoyed watching other people but wasn’t interested in people watching him.

A few of the men surrounding Delilah found me, flirting with me and plying me with drinks. But when one of them asked me to go to a room with him, I declined. To my relief, he nodded, saying he hoped he’d see me again soon.

When I got back home, I knew I wouldn’t fall asleep anytime soon. Besides, I was still aroused, like I’d been edging myself all night long. Strangely, the thought of getting out my vibrator didn’t appeal to me. In my mind’s eye, I saw Mac. Closing my eyes, I could imagine him taking my arm, pulling me close, his hand large and warm on the small of my back and—

And you have a boyfriend. Guilt assailed me. But even as I got into bed, wide awake, my thoughts were about anyone but Todd.

MAC

Although the sounds of moans and flesh slapping against flesh-filled the room, I could barely pay attention to any of it.

Elodie had come back. She’d used my password.

When Serena, one of the owners of the club had told me that just five minutes ago, my entire body felt like it was on fire. My nerves pulsed; my blood raced. I’d barely heard anything else even though Serena probably had some questions for me. I’d given out my password only twice since joining, and it hadn’t happened in the past two years.

Elodie had come back. Why? Had she been looking for me?Or was she mainly curious about the club?

Anger bit me at the thought that she’d been here without me. Anger—and jealousy.

Maybe she’d come back for other reasons. Perhaps she’d come back to enjoy herself with other people. My password had just made her life easier.

I didn’t want to think about her with another man or multiple men and women. She’d seemed so innocent. I had a hard time imagining her getting into some orgy right off the bat. That didn’t seem like her at all. The thought of her watching made me hard. It was what I did most of the time. I wondered if she liked to watch, too. I could see myself taking it a step further with her, though. And I hadn’t thought about that with anyone for a very long time.

I gritted my teeth, forcing my attention back to the show at hand. This particular orgy was all women, and they were all sexy as fuck. Watching one pair make out while another woman ate another’s pussy was always immensely erotic. The pair that were making out moved to start scissoring each other while the third woman went to sit on one of the woman’s faces.

But despite the lascivious display in front of me, I couldn’t help but think about Elodie—again. I couldn’t believe I’d missed her.

Her dark eyes, her curvy little body. I’d been obsessed with the thought of her since I’d met her, which wasn’t like me. I was always around gorgeous, alluring women, and it didn’t take much to take one home either.

But Elodie—she’d been different. It hadn’t just been her innocence either. I couldn’t even name why I’d found her so alluring. But I knew myself well enough to admit that I wanted her. If she showed up again, I was going to get her to agree to let me fuck her.

Movement caught my gaze. And then, as if I’d conjured her out of thin air, Elodie sat next to me.

I blinked. The room was dim, but it was her. I nearly reached out to touch her but held back. I didn’t want to spook her, so I held back the exhilaration that felt ready to burst out of me.

She gave me a shy smile. “Hi,” she mouthed. She wore a tight little black dress, her dainty feet in strappy heels. Fuck, I wanted those legs wrapped around my waist as I plunged inside her, my cock filling her until she could only scream my name—

I took her arm and guided her out of the room. I found us a quiet corner booth where we could talk in private.

“I looked for you last time I was here,” she admitted. Suddenly, she looked shy, which was fucking adorable.