by M. S. Parker
“Don’t you think it’s only fair?” I countered. I took another drink of my coffee, feeling the caffeine spreading through me, speeding the relief of the medicine I’d taken.
He stood, giving me a half-smile that was just shy of being too smug. “Probably less than you’d guess.”
“Oh really?” I picked up on his teasing tone, watching as he walked towards me. “How can you be sure I’d guess a high number?”
He stood in front of me, looking down as I turned towards him. “I am good in bed.”
I raised an eyebrow. “That sure of yourself, are you?”
He reached down and, before I could realize what he was going to do, he’d picked me up and set me on the table. Now we were almost eye-to-eye.
“I had a great time last night. Didn’t you?”
His tone was still cocky, but I could hear a faint undercurrent of something that sounded a lot like insecurity. Ignoring the fact that I wasn’t wearing anything under his shirt, I spread my legs, grabbing the waistband of his jeans and yanking him towards me. I ran my hands up his sides and around to his chest, surprising myself with my boldness. There was something about him that brought it out in me.
“I did,” I said. My palms skimmed over his nipples and he made a sound in the back of his throat that sent a rush of wetness straight south.
His hands slid up my legs and I saw his eyes widen as he realized I hadn’t put my panties back on. He moved his hands around so his thumbs were on the insides of my thighs, just barely brushing against my lower lips.
“You’re wet.” His voice was hoarse.
I nodded. He took his hands from me, keeping his eyes fixed on my face. I heard the sound of a zipper and couldn’t resist flicking my eyes down to confirm my suspicions that he was bare beneath his jeans. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. I looked back up at him and saw the question on his face. I nodded again.
He didn’t give me time to think about what was going to happen. He ripped open the packet, slid on the condom and grabbed my hips. He entered me with one hard thrust and I cried out, falling back on the table. Dimly, I was aware that I’d knocked both cups of coffee to the tile floor, but I didn’t care. My brain was scrambling to process the overload of sensation that my body was feeling.
Gavin slammed into me, over and over again, showing none of the hesitation he’d had the night before, and I keened as he drove me towards a climax. The curve of him was rubbing against my g-spot with every stroke, and my unstimulated clit throbbed with its need for attention. It didn’t matter though. This was no slow burn or buildup. This was going to be a quick, brutal explosion, and I wanted it. I grabbed onto his wrists, digging my nails into his flesh hard enough that it had to hurt. His grip on my hips tightened until I was sure I would have bruises.
“Come on, baby. Come for me,” he spoke through gritted teeth, and I knew he was close.
I was close, hovering on the edge, each thrust into my body taking me near, but not enough to tip me over. I released one of his wrists, and slid my hand under the shirt I was wearing, pushing the material up as I took my nipple between my finger and thumb. A light pinch was all I needed, and I was coming.
I cried out my pleasure as Gavin gave one final jerk of his hips, and buried himself completely inside me. He arched himself over me, the muscles in his legs and ass flexing as he came. He rested his head on my chest, turning his face to press a kiss to the side of my bared breast.
We stayed like that for only a minute or so, then he was standing and pulling out. He pulled off the condom and did his pants up again as I climbed off the table and pulled the shirt down as far as it would go again.
“Don’t worry about the mess,” Gavin said before I could bend down to pick up the cups. “The cleaning crew will take care of it. Trust me, they’ve seen worse.”
I nodded. An awkwardness that hadn’t been there before was settling in the air. Last night, we’d fallen asleep right after sex. Now, I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to act. I walked back to the bed, intending to pick up my clothes and figure out what I was going to wear on my walk of shame home.
I was trying to bend over without flashing Gavin when something caught my eye. I leaned over, reaching out to the base of the post at the head of the bed. It was a leather strap with a buckle. I looked at the other end of the bed and saw the same thing half-hidden next to the mattress.
“Gavin?” I had to know if what I suspected was accurate. “Is this for what I think it’s for?”
Gavin walked over to see what I was referencing. “Of course,” he answered. “What else would it be?”
What the hell had I gotten myself into? I raked my fingers through my hair, wincing as a finger snagged on a curl.
“Carrie,” Gavin said softly. “You do know that this is also a private adult club, right?”
My answer must’ve been written on my face because he looked both amused and sympathetic.
“I’m sorry. I thought you knew,” he said. “Twice a week only members are allowed in the club. That’s why it has a room like this, to make sure its members’ wishes and desires are satisfied.”
I had two choices. I could give in and completely freak out, or I could shove down the panic fluttering in my stomach and satisfy my curiosity.
I chose option number two.
I walked over to the far wall and opened one of the chests. I heard Gavin walk up behind me but didn’t look back at him. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the contents of the chest. There were ball gags and nipple clamps – things that I only recognized from some cop shows I watched where the killer was into this kind of thing. Also in the chest were dozens of things that I didn’t recognize and wasn’t sure I wanted to know what they were used for.
“Wow.”
Gavin reached past me and closed the chest. “I don’t think we need those just yet.”
My head snapped around, my eyes wide.
He laughed and I scowled. That wasn’t funny.
He reached for the door on the wardrobe and opened it. “Just kidding.” He reached inside and pulled out a large dildo. Okay, it wasn’t large. It was fucking huge. It made Gavin’s cock look average-sized.
He grinned at me. “You mean to tell me that you’ve never used anything like this?”
“No.” I shook my head. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I didn’t even use a regular-sized one. “And put that back. You could seriously hurt someone with that thing.”
He winked. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
I smacked him on his bare shoulder, the sound of my flesh against his making it sound much worse than it was. His skin barely turned pink.
“Hey, that could be part of it, too.” He rubbed the spot where I’d hit him.
“You wish,” I retorted. My stomach was twisting in a different way now, a combination of desire and fear. What kinds of things were Gavin really into? He was a member of the club after all.
I didn’t have a chance to answer the question because, at that moment, Gavin reached out and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me against him. He lowered his head and covered my mouth with his. I closed my eyes, opening my mouth and running out my tongue to meet his. They twisted together, chasing each other back and forth until we finally had to break apart, gasping for air.
“When can I see you again?” he asked.
My head was spinning. I needed to think. I took a step back, ignoring my body’s protest. “Soon,” I said. “Call me.”
I grabbed my dress and headed for the bathroom.
“I don’t even have your number,” Gavin called after me.
“Oh, I’m sure with your detective skills, you can easily find out,” I teased.
I caught a glimpse of Gavin’s expression before I closed the door, but I couldn’t read it. He really was mysterious.
Chapter 9
Gavin pulled his car—an expensive but not overly flashy two-door—up to the curb in front of the Mid-Town apartment building whe
re Krissy and I lived. I was wearing my dress again and feeling much more like the frumpy morning-after conquest than I had back at the club. The atmosphere between Gavin and me had been thick with sexual tension the entire ride over, as if it was taking all of his willpower not to park the car and fuck me again. I couldn’t honestly say the thought hadn’t crossed my mind either. I needed to be away from him so I could think clearly.
“You’re still not going to give me your number, are you?” Gavin broke the silence as I reached for the door handle.
I grinned at him. “Nope. I want you to work for it.” I didn’t wait for him to reply. I climbed out of the car and headed into the building.
As I walked up the front stairs, the reality of the situation hit me. What was I going to tell Krissy? How much of the truth would I tell her? That I’d slept with Gavin or that it had been at the club, which wasn’t just another club but also a private sex club? Would I tell her about just last night or that Gavin and I’d had a quickie on the kitchen table before I came home? The questions went round and round in my head as I climbed the two flights of stairs that took me to the third floor.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I walked into the apartment. Krissy wasn’t here. I walked across the tiny living room/kitchen to the hallway, shaking my head at the mess in the kitchen. Krissy hadn’t cleaned up last night, as usual. I loved my best friend, but she wasn’t the neatest of roommates. Case in point, that’s how I knew she wasn’t home even though I hadn’t checked her bedroom or the bathroom. If she’d come in last night or early this morning, she would’ve stripped the moment she came in and left her dress in a pile next to the front door. She spent most of her time at home walking around in her underwear.
I undressed quickly and tossed Krissy’s dress into my dry-cleaning pile. I’d considered showering at the club, but I was afraid that if I got into that glass shower with nowhere to hide, Gavin would join me for another round and I’d never get home. I showered quickly and pulled on my robe. Clothes seemed like too much of an effort at the moment. I considered going into my bedroom and lying down, but I was starting to feel guilty for going out rather than studying, so I plopped myself down on the couch and opened up my textbook. It didn’t take long before my eyelids felt heavy.
The next thing I knew, I felt someone staring at me. I opened my eyes, blinking against the late morning sun streaming in through the window. Krissy was sitting in the chair across from me, her lips twitching in a way that I knew meant she was trying not to laugh.
“Wow,” she said. “You look like you had a fun night.”
If she thought that, she should’ve seen me before I showered. I pushed myself into a sitting position, pulling my robe closed more tightly around me. I hadn’t thought to check before and now I wondered if Gavin had left some sort of mark on me. It wouldn’t be the first time in my life I’d had a hickey, but it would be the most embarrassing since I’d probably end up seeing him at work.
“You’re finally home,” I said. I rubbed my hands over my eyes. “Yeah, my night was okay...” I paused. I couldn’t lie to her. “No, I take that back. It was amazing, but also the strangest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
Krissy leaned forward, the expression on her face clearly saying that she was expecting details of my mysterious one-night fling. I gave them to her, starting with the first kiss right after she and Jeff had left and ending with finding the sex toys. When I’d gotten to the morning sex, I’d dropped my eyes to my hands and now I looked up.
To my surprise, Krissy didn’t look smug that I’d finally gotten laid, or amused about the sex toys. Instead, there was a serious, troubled expression on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked immediately. “Did something happen with you and Jeff last night?”
Krissy was quiet, seemingly searching for words, which worried me. She was never at a loss for words. “Jeff and I went back to his place,” she started. Her fingers twisted together. “And we had sex. It was fine. Not earth-shattering, but not bad either. The whole time, though, there was something bugging me. I didn’t figure it out until I woke up this morning. His place was small and plain. It looked more like our apartment than something that some rich investor should own. I knew then that something was wrong. I thought he was married and this was the place he brought his side pieces. You know me,” she said. “I don’t do married men.”
I nodded. Krissy may have slept with a lot of men, but she had rules about whom, and anyone in a relationship was immediately vetoed. Her parents’ marriage had broken up because of an affair.
“So,” she continued. “Jeff was still asleep, and I started snooping. I found his laptop and figured if he had pictures of his family, that’d be a good place to start. When I opened it, there was a work memo right there on the screen. Jeff isn’t an investor at Club Privé, he’s an employee.”
“Oh, Krissy, I’m sorry,” I started to say.
She shook her head. “That’s not the worst part.”
I didn’t like the sound of that. I knew Krissy. She would’ve been more pissed that Jeff had lied than anything else, but if that wasn’t the worst of it, whatever was coming next had to be big.
“I woke him up and confronted him. I don’t know if I was just that scary or he was just that weak, but he admitted everything.”
I was willing to bet that Jeff was weak, but even if he wasn’t, I had a feeling he would’ve caved. Krissy could be quite frightening when she wanted to be.
“Jeff told me that his boss, the owner of the club, had asked him to follow me a week ago.”
I put my hand over my mouth, horrified.
“He followed me to that other club last weekend and pretended to be this big shot. Bought me lots of drinks and then invited me to last night’s opening.” Her jaw worked for a moment before she said the last bit. “And he told me to make sure I brought my roommate.”
An icy hand closed around my heart, and I could barely breathe. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to get Krissy and me to Club Privé last night. But which one of us was the target? Had Jeff insisted that she should bring me along to make Krissy feel safe, or was all of this because of me? And if it was the latter, what did this club owner want with me?
“If Jeff doesn’t own the club, who does?” I could barely get the words out and they were little more than a whisper. “Krissy, who is behind all this?”
Krissy’s dark eyes flashed. “Who do you think, Carrie? It’s Gavin. He owns the club. He ordered Jeff to follow me.”
I stared at her, waiting to feel something. Shock. Horror. Anger. Grief. Instead, I was numb. Completely and utterly numb. I couldn’t feel anything. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t put together a complete thought.
Memories of last night swirled in my brain. Every touch, every caress. It had all been a part of his plan. But what plan? Had he just wanted to get me into bed? Why? What did it mean?
As I was struggling to process everything, my phone rang. I picked it up automatically. “Hello?”
“Hey, there, beautiful.”
I nearly dropped my phone.
“I missed you and just had to hear your voice, so I did my detective thing and found your number.”
I opened my mouth, knowing I had to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. What was I supposed to say? Gavin was waiting for me to answer. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and the lawyer part of me came forward.
End of Book 1
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Book 1: April 11th
Book 2: April 25th
Book 3: May 9th
Book 4: May 23rd
Book 5: June 6th
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