he was hiding in his pants. Adam might look like a boy.
But his equipment was all man.
"Hello, Sam," she greeted.
He watched Adam's eyebrows lift in surprise. He'd forgotten to alert Adam about her preference in names, her attempt to keep him a fantasy, not a real man.
She didn't think he understood that.
He understood her all too well. In many ways, they were a lot alike, not least their predilection for avoiding involvement on any level beyond the sexual.
Or that's how he'd been in the past. Currently he was fighting his own possessive instincts.
And losing.
"Put your hands on the table edge," he ordered.
She waited long enough to make Adam nervous.
"Spread your legs."
Both eyebrows lifted now, but she was in full-bore challenge. With a negligent lift of her shoulder, she complied.
Then went him one better and bent forward, raising her ass in the air.
Damn, he'd like to be looking at her from that direction.
"Remove Dominique's little toy," he ordered Adam.
He watched Adam's eyes go dark. "Um, excuse me…" Adam said to her, not moving yet.
"It's okay," she cooed and bent forward more, wiggling her hips and taunting. Bending forward enough that Luke could see over her shoulder to the long, smooth expanse of her bare back.
To the rim of white flesh showing past her rucked-up skirt.
Which was drawing attention from those around them. Not that Dani cared. She would love that.
Shit. He should have jacked off before he arrived. He was going to have to fight himself all evening.
"Sir?" Adam glanced over.
Dani watched as Sam kept his eyes on hers.
"Maybe I should have him remove it with his teeth."
Color rose in Adam's cheeks, and his pupils got, if possible, even wider.
Dani simply spread herself out on the tabletop, mashing her breasts to the wood so that they nearly popped out of the severe triangle that revealed her cleavage.
He laughed. "You're scaring the kid."
Her smile was slow and wicked. "Will I regret it?"
Thoughts of her white round ass blushing pink from his hand nearly made him groan aloud. "He has…attributes you might be sorry to miss."
Her gaze went molten.
Ménage sex. He knew she loved it.
"Adam—" he called out. "Do it. We're disturbing the patrons."
"Not bothering me, man," said a voice nearby. "An ass like that deserves to be savored."
Dani glanced over. "You volunteering?"
"Hell, yeah."
Her gaze flicked to Sam's, in them the spark of challenge.
"Adam," she ordered." "Take it out. Now."
"I'm on it."
Sam noticed, however, that he didn't simply reach over but instead walked behind her and took his time visually licking over every inch of her perfect ass.
Then he glanced up. "Boss?"
Sam gestured with a hand. "Be my guest."
"Me, too?" asked their neighbor.
Sam sobered immediately. "No." After a quelling glance, he returned his attention to Adam, who had his hands pressed reverently to the globes of Dani's behind and was running his fingers over them and down her legs.
Dani wriggled against him, her own eyes growing dark.
"Adam…" Sam warned.
"Yeah?" His gaze snapped up. "I mean, yes, sir." But instantly he returned his eyes to the delectable sight before him.
Then he gripped her thighs with his hands and bent his head.
Dani groaned as Adam took his time before finally emerging with the dildo in his teeth.
Which he proceeded to pluck out with his fingers, then lick the head that had been in her pussy. "Nice."
Dani straightened and tossed a challenging look at Luke.
Whip-fast, she grabbed the onlooker by the wrist and towed him with her to the dance floor.
Swaying her ass in Luke's direction with calculated heat.
Adam cast him a startled glance.
"Let her go," Luke ordered, though a primitive part of him wanted to lunge into the crowd and snatch her back.
Lay his claim.
Not yet.
Damn it.
Then he took out his phone and connected to the overhead cameras in his club.
And settled back to watch the show.
Chapter Four
LET HIM SUFFER , WAS DANI'S
But his equipment was all man.
"Hello, Sam," she greeted.
He watched Adam's eyebrows lift in surprise. He'd forgotten to alert Adam about her preference in names, her attempt to keep him a fantasy, not a real man.
She didn't think he understood that.
He understood her all too well. In many ways, they were a lot alike, not least their predilection for avoiding involvement on any level beyond the sexual.
Or that's how he'd been in the past. Currently he was fighting his own possessive instincts.
And losing.
"Put your hands on the table edge," he ordered.
She waited long enough to make Adam nervous.
"Spread your legs."
Both eyebrows lifted now, but she was in full-bore challenge. With a negligent lift of her shoulder, she complied.
Then went him one better and bent forward, raising her ass in the air.
Damn, he'd like to be looking at her from that direction.
"Remove Dominique's little toy," he ordered Adam.
He watched Adam's eyes go dark. "Um, excuse me…" Adam said to her, not moving yet.
"It's okay," she cooed and bent forward more, wiggling her hips and taunting. Bending forward enough that Luke could see over her shoulder to the long, smooth expanse of her bare back.
To the rim of white flesh showing past her rucked-up skirt.
Which was drawing attention from those around them. Not that Dani cared. She would love that.
Shit. He should have jacked off before he arrived. He was going to have to fight himself all evening.
"Sir?" Adam glanced over.
Dani watched as Sam kept his eyes on hers.
"Maybe I should have him remove it with his teeth."
Color rose in Adam's cheeks, and his pupils got, if possible, even wider.
Dani simply spread herself out on the tabletop, mashing her breasts to the wood so that they nearly popped out of the severe triangle that revealed her cleavage.
He laughed. "You're scaring the kid."
Her smile was slow and wicked. "Will I regret it?"
Thoughts of her white round ass blushing pink from his hand nearly made him groan aloud. "He has…attributes you might be sorry to miss."
Her gaze went molten.
Ménage sex. He knew she loved it.
"Adam—" he called out. "Do it. We're disturbing the patrons."
"Not bothering me, man," said a voice nearby. "An ass like that deserves to be savored."
Dani glanced over. "You volunteering?"
"Hell, yeah."
Her gaze flicked to Sam's, in them the spark of challenge.
"Adam," she ordered." "Take it out. Now."
"I'm on it."
Sam noticed, however, that he didn't simply reach over but instead walked behind her and took his time visually licking over every inch of her perfect ass.
Then he glanced up. "Boss?"
Sam gestured with a hand. "Be my guest."
"Me, too?" asked their neighbor.
Sam sobered immediately. "No." After a quelling glance, he returned his attention to Adam, who had his hands pressed reverently to the globes of Dani's behind and was running his fingers over them and down her legs.
Dani wriggled against him, her own eyes growing dark.
"Adam…" Sam warned.
"Yeah?" His gaze snapped up. "I mean, yes, sir." But instantly he returned his eyes to the delectable sight before him.
Then he gripped her thighs with his hands and bent his head.
Dani groaned as Adam took his time before finally emerging with the dildo in his teeth.
Which he proceeded to pluck out with his fingers, then lick the head that had been in her pussy. "Nice."
Dani straightened and tossed a challenging look at Luke.
Whip-fast, she grabbed the onlooker by the wrist and towed him with her to the dance floor.
Swaying her ass in Luke's direction with calculated heat.
Adam cast him a startled glance.
"Let her go," Luke ordered, though a primitive part of him wanted to lunge into the crowd and snatch her back.
Lay his claim.
Not yet.
Damn it.
Then he took out his phone and connected to the overhead cameras in his club.
And settled back to watch the show.
Chapter Four
LET HIM SUFFER , WAS DANI'S
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