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Saint slowly nods. “Beautiful,” he replies, his voice a little husky. “Wear red lipstick, too. I’m going to want to see everything you do with that sweet mouth tonight.”
My stomach gives a delicious flip.Oh wow.I asked for wild and crazy, didn’t I?
Something in Saint’s eyes tells me, I’m going to get everything I wanted…
And more.
Chapter11
Tessa
We catch a cab over to the private members club that Saint belongs to, my anticipation growing by the mile. He doesn’t touch me in the car, just rests a casual arm over my shoulders, drawing soft, idly circles with his fingertips on my bare skin, until I’m burning up by the time we reach our destination.
“Welcome, Mr. St. Clair,” the handsome host greets us politely on sight, and ushers us through the luxurious, dimly lit lobby area. His touch lingers on my arm as he gives me a appreciative smile. “Please, enjoy your evening. And let me know if you need anything, anything at all…”
I flush at the suggestion in his tone, and the way his eyes drift over my black silk dress, but Saint doesn’t skip a beat. “Thank you. We’ll let you know.”
Saint leads me through the ornate doorway, and into the hallway beyond. “Well, you certainly have an admirer,” he comments, amusement in his voice.
“Jealous, are we?” I tease, and Saint laughs.
“Not at all,” he replies. “In fact, if you’d like him to join us tonight for a drink, just say the word. A drink… or more,” he adds, giving me a wicked smile.
I flush, a little shocked at the suggestion. “Really? You’d be OK with that?”
“With watching another man lick your pussy until you’re begging me to fuck you?” Saint smirks matter-of-factly. “Oh yes, darling. I’d be more than alright with that.”
Oh wow.
My head is still spinning over the outrageous proposition when Saint suddenly backs me into a dim alcove. My pulse kicks, trapped against the wall with his body hard against mine and his hands gripping my waist. “Would you like that, baby?” he asks softly, his eyes glittering with dark, seductive promise. “Sucking his cock like a good girl, while I fuck you from behind. Being shared between us,consumed…”
I feel a thrill, trying to imagine it. Then I remember something in a flash: The intimate vibe at the table with Sebastian Wolfe and his wife the other night.
“You’ve done it before, haven’t you?” I realize, looking up at him. “Sharing a woman. You, and Seb, and Avery.”
Saint slowly strokes my cheek. “We’ve enjoyed each other’s company, yes.”
“Oh.” I swallow hard. His smile softens.
“It was all just for fun,” he reassures me. “And it was, very fun. Especially for Avery,” he adds, breath hot in my ear again. “After all, if you enjoy being worshipped by one man…. Why not be worshipped by two? Two pairs of hands on your body,” he muses, tracing down over the swell of my breast until I’m gasping. “Two mouths, exploring you…Two fat cocks, filling you all the way up.”
My cheeks burn, suddenly breathless at the illicit scene.
I couldn’t… Could I?
“He’s not my type,” I quip lightly, ducking under Saint’s arm, and sashaying a few paces ahead of him down the hall. I hear him chuckle as I catch my breath, and then he reaches me, slinging his arm around my shoulder as we step into the main bar area.
“Interesting… So what is your type?” he asks, looking around the lavish, exclusive club. “Young and eager, perhaps?” He nods to where a blonde man is waiting by the bar, fresh-faced and clean-cut, wearing jeans and a plain white T-shirt. He looks wholesome and corn-fed, and Saint leans in closer to murmur to me, “I bet he’d love to get on his back for you, so you could ride his face while you suck my cock.”
I swallow hard. I thought I was prepared to play it cool in this place, not gawk like a wide-eyed newcomer, but already, the suggestions Saint is crooning are making me burn up inside with a strange new thrill.
“Not him,” I manage, feeling tongue-tied. Oh my god, I can’t believe this is really happening.
Is he seriously proposing this?
“Then maybe you’d like to be the one following orders…” Saint doesn’t skip a beat, still musing casually, like we’re picking a restaurant for take-out, not proposing a wild, thrilling night. He points out a stern-looking man in an expensive suit, sipping whiskey at a table in the corner. “What do you think, would you like an older man?”
Saint moves behind me, his arms encircling my body, whispering in my ear as he caresses me through my dress. “You could try and be a brat, of course, but together, we’d put you in your place…” He pinches my nipples, making me moan. “Yes, he’d make sure you’re averygood girl for us…”