by L. P. Dover
“Just being jealous of your talents, man. Three in the viewing room tonight!” I play it off the best I can.
Grabbing himself, Donnie winks. “Hazards of the job, man. I’ve been here a long time.”
“Don’t you get tired of it?”
“Nah,” he replies, shaking his head. “The way I see it, I’m a fucking sexual therapist.”
“Interesting concept.”
Donnie pulls out the chair, thankfully covering up his dick. “These women, and sometimes men, come in needing a fantasy fulfilled, but don’t know how to do it without the help of the club. They know I’m not going to ask their name or want to fucking call them in the morning. They also know I’m clean, so the anxiety of wondering if you can trust your partner is taken off their chests. They come here because they don’t want their neighbors knocking on their door, bringing over a fucking casserole while the chick has a dick buried in her pussy and sometimes asshole, or having to use their name at a hotel where someone might know them.”
“What about the men who come in to live out the fantasy of a threesome or being watched?”
He moves to the mirror and starts reapplying the lotion we use. “Rare, but it happens. You gotta remember, people who are using the rooms aren’t getting something at home. If a dude wants a threesome and his wife is saying no, chances are he’s going to find a way to get one.”
“And you think that’s okay?”
Donnie catches my gaze through the mirror and frowns. Turning, he comes toward me. “Are you getting all philosophical on me?”
I shake my head and hang the schedule back up. “Nah, just working through some shit. My neighbor thinks her boyfriend is cheating on her and it got me wondering.”
“Is he a member here?”
“No,” I laugh him off. “They live in my apartment complex, there isn’t any way he can afford to be a member. Besides, she doesn’t know I work here.”
“She probably wants your dick, Hunter. I bet she’s crying on your shoulder, making your insides all weak so you’ll fuck her. Be sure to wrap that shit before you do. The last thing you want is a pissed off boyfriend and a baby on the way.” Donnie shakes his head again and goes back to the mirror, admiring himself.
“Ever fuck a guy?”
He grabs his dick and nods toward me. “You wanting some of this?”
“Fuck no,” I say sternly. “I don’t swing that way, man.”
Chuckling, he turns back to the mirror. “I prefer chicks, but if the customer wants my dick up his ass who am I to say no?”
“Right, makes sense. I hope the crowd is good tonight.”
“It will be,” he replies, winking at me as he leaves the dressing area.
Spying for Kennedy is going to be hard. Donnie is tight-lipped about his clients, as he should be, and the only way I’m going to know if Chad is signed up is by happenstance. There has to be another way to find out who he’s partnering with, unless he’s bringing his own women in. That is something Kennedy and I didn’t discuss. Any member can use the viewing room, with another member. Kennedy just assumed it was with staff.
Pulling out my cell, I call her.
“Did you find something?”
I try not to let my heart drop to the floor with thoughts that she’s using me—that maybe she’s been using me from the start.
“Only that I’m dying to have you spread wide beneath me, does that count?”
“Yes,” she laughs.
“I’ll take care of you tonight, I promise.”
“Glad to hear it. But in all seriousness, did you have any luck?”
“Not really. Donnie is our best bet, but you need to consider that Chad may be bringing in people from the outside. Any member can use the room, and if they have a guest pass they can bring in non-members. He may be using the viewing room to cheat with another member of the club, and by the amount of dates in his calendar, it’s probably cheaper here than at a hotel.”
Kennedy sighs. “I hadn’t thought about that.”
“That’s why we’re a great team. In more ways than one.”
“Yes, that’s true. I’ll see you later.”
We hang up and I pocket my phone. The last thing I want to do is go to work tonight, for either job.
One Week Later
“You about ready to go? I’ll walk you out to your car.”
I glance up from Jennifer’s divorce papers to see Chris leaning against the doorframe. “Yep, just looking at these divorce papers. I keep thinking I’ll be able to hand them to Chad.”
“Any luck on Jennifer’s case?” he asks. Everyone has already left for the night, including Hunter so he could make his shift at the club.
Shaking my head, I stand and close the papers up my briefcase. It’s getting late and I’m ready to get home. Hunter will be there as soon as he gets off of work. “Nothing yet. Even Hunter hasn’t found out anything; he’s been snooping around all week. I have the dates Chad will be there, but I seem to keep missing him.”
“So I guess you’re not having fun watching strangers have sex on stage?”
I snort. “Not exactly. It makes me feel dirty. I just want to nail the bastard and be done with it.”
Frowning, Chris crosses his arms over his chest. His tie is undone and his shirt wrinkled; a clear sign that we’ve been working too hard. It’s also closing in on ten o’clock. “You might not be able to catch him, lovey. Think about it, when you catch him, how are you going to have proof? It’ll be your word against his. It’s not like you’ll be able to take pictures of him in the viewing room.”
He has a point, and unfortunately, it’s exactly what I tried not to think of. “I can’t give up just yet. There has to be another way.”
“Always the optimist,” he laughs. “That’s why you’re so good at this job. You like to fight for your clients.”
Grabbing my briefcase, I join him at the door. “That I do. I’d hope someone would do the same for me.”
“You know I would.”
After shutting off my office light, we walk outside to our cars. “And that’s exactly why you’ll represent me if I ever have to go to court.”
He opens my car door, his lips pulled back in a mischievous smirk. “So how are things with you and Hunter?”
A small smile spreads across my lips. “Really good, actually. For the past week he’s been staying at my house. We have a lot in common, which I never thought possible. There’s more to him than I thought.”
He can be dirty at times, but for the most part, he’s a romantic. I never had that with my ex-husband. He also talks fondly about his grandmother and how he takes care of her. From what he’s told me, I feel like I already know her. It gave me a glimpse into what kind of man he is.
“Oh, I know,” he agrees. “The boy’s smart. I have to say I’ve enjoyed working with him more than I have any other intern we’ve had. If you don’t hire him after he graduates, then I will.”
I bit my lip. He doesn’t know about the deal I made with Hunter. “He might be working here sooner than that.”
“Oh yeah?”
I nod. “I kind of offered him a job if he gets fired from the club for helping me. It was the only way I could get him to agree.”
Chris burst out laughing. “See? I told you he was smart. Although, I do have to say I’m shocked you two have kept your distance at the office. I keep expecting to hear your desk rattle.”
I roll my eyes. “Hunter knows we have to keep things professional. We still have jobs to do. Plus, he’s just an intern.” However, things might be different if he ends up working for me.
He tries to hide his smile. “Whatever you say, Kennedy. Be careful going home.”
I get in my car and he shuts the door, laughing the whole time he gets into his. Chris is a jokester around the office, but once he gets into the courtroom, he’s a force to be reckoned with. It’s like he’s Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
As soon as I get home, I grab a glass of wine and change out of m
y skirt into a set of sexy, red lingerie. Hunter’s been working non-stop for me and I want him to know how much I appreciate it. I’ve had issues with trust, but he assures me he’s not sleeping with anyone else. He hasn’t given me a reason not to believe him. That’s why I’ve been working hard at night to make sure he doesn’t want anyone else.
With my ex-husband, I never cared so much. I loved him, but when it came to the sex, I never craved it. With Hunter, I crave it and he seems to crave me as well; it’s intoxicating. My phone beeps and I read the text.
Hunter: Just got off work. On my way to you.
Just seeing the words sends flutters through my stomach. I have a plan and it’s something I’ve wanted to do all week. Turning off the lights, I set a candle on the kitchen table and light it, along with a note.
Come to the bedroom and sit down in the chair.
Hunter has to pass right by it before he gets to the hallway. The other day, I bought a pack of small, pre-lit candles so I could line them down the hallway. I didn’t want to burn down my house by using real ones. Once those are put in place, I hurry to my bedroom and light the candles. There’s a chair for him to sit in and my song is ready to play. All I have to do now is wait.
A car door slams and the front doors open. Hunter sets his keys down on the table by the door like he does every night he comes over. I don’t know why, but I love the way it sounds to hear them clank on the glass. It’s something I wouldn’t mind hearing every night.
I hear Hunter’s deep chuckle and then his footsteps as they come down the hall. When he enters the room, he glances around until he finds me. He’s dressed in jeans and a snug T-shirt. I can’t wait to get him out of them.
His eyes roam over my body and I smile as he hardens between his legs. “Take a seat,” I say.
He sits down in the chair. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I walk around him, tracing a finger across his shoulder. “Thank you. I thought I’d give you a little surprise.” My laptop sits on my dresser and I click on the playlist I worked on all week. A lot of them are older songs from the nineties, but they’re hot as hell. The one I chose to dance to is “Twisted” by Keith Sweat. It’s perfect for how I feel.
When the song comes on, Hunter closes his eyes and groans. “Please tell me you’re about to do what I think you’re going to do.”
He opens his eyes and I straddle him, circling my hips across his groin. “I hope you enjoy the show. Remember, you have to keep your hands to yourself.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Just until the song’s over,” I laugh.
He bites his lip and grips the edge of the chair. I love seeing how hard it is for him to not to touch me. I’ve never been wanted like this before. The song is about four minutes long, just enough time to get him where I want him. The beat is perfect to dance to, perfect for teasing. First, I start with my lingerie and slowly slip it off my body, freeing my aching breasts. My soaked underwear is next and I drop them to the floor. Hunter watches with raw, hungered eyes and I love it. I lift his shirt over his head and run my hands down his chest to the tops of his jeans. His grip on the chair tightens when I unbutton his pants, freeing his arousal.
Settling between his legs, I lick the tip and moan, closing my lips over him. “Fuck,” he hisses. A small chuckle escapes my lips and I suck harder, loving the way his cock pulsates as I milk him. “I want you so bad right now.”
“When the song’s over,” I whisper.
Wrapping my hand around his length, I pump him hard and slowly straddle his waist. I’m dying to feel him inside of me. I lower down on top of him, letting just the tip enter me. His muscles tense and he’s trying his best to not touch me. There’s only about thirty seconds left of the song.
I take him in fully and his eyes darken as I ride him.
“Fuck it, I can’t take anymore,” he growls, lifting me in his arms. He throws me on the bed and I squeal, but then he buries his mouth between my legs. Gripping my thighs, he holds me in place as he ravishes me. My orgasm comes quick and I scream, enjoying every wave of pleasure he gives me.
“That felt amazing,” I breathe.
Spreading me wide with his knee, he moans as he trails his lips down my neck to my breasts. “It’s only the beginning.”
Burying his face between my breasts, he kisses and sucks them greedily, pulling on my nipples with his teeth. Like a starved man, he tastes them until they grow raw and sore. It feels achingly good. He pushes the tip of his cock inside of me and then plunges the rest of the way, so hard and deep. Our bodies rock together and I lose myself. All I can feel is him inside of me and the way my body wants more of him.
Another orgasm builds, and judging by his strangled groan he knows I’m about to come again. Instead of leaving me on my back, he wraps his arms around me and lifts me up on his lap. We’re sitting up on my bed with me on top of him. He’s in so deep.
“Ride me,” he commands, never taking his mouth away from my nipple.
Lifting my hips, I sit down on him until I get a good rhythm. My body clenches and I’m so close. Hunter is, too, by the way his cock pulsates inside of me. “I’m going to come,” I warn.
“Keep going, baby. I want to come inside of you.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head and my insides tighten. Just the thought of him releasing inside of me sends me over the edge. “Yes,” I cry breathlessly. His fingers dig into my hips and he holds me down on his cock as we both reach our climax, our bodies melding together. I can feel his release when he comes inside of me, all hot and primal as he yells out, his body jerking in spasms. Laying my head on his shoulder, my heart beats out of control.
“I’m falling in love with you, Kennedy,” he murmurs in my ear. Closing my eyes, I hold him tight. He’s still inside of me and I love the way we’re connected, both body and soul. Taking my arms, he pulls me back so that I have to look in his eyes. “I’m not telling you this lightly. I’ve never cared about anyone the way I care about you. You may think I’m young and don’t know what I want, but I know for a fact I want this … I want you.”
“You have me, Hunter. I’m not going anywhere.”
His lips close over mine and he lays me down on the bed, gently pulling out of me. He hovers over me, his soft brown eyes never leaving mine. “Why don’t we get away this weekend? I’ll take it off from the club and we can go somewhere, just me and you. I feel like all we’ve done is work. I’m not getting any information out of the club and I know you’re not finding anything in the viewing room.”
Tomorrow is going to be my last appointment in the viewing room for another couple of weeks. According to Chad’s datebook, he won’t be there until then.
“Can you afford to take off?” I ask. I know he needs the money for school.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ll be fine. I just want to spend time with you away from everything else. I want to know the real you.”
I sneak up and kiss him. “So you don’t know the real me now?”
“I do, but I want more. I have a feeling I’ll never get enough.”
I know how he feels. “All right, let’s do it. It’ll be my first vacation in years.” And I know exactly where I want to go.
I love waking up next to Hunter. What’s even better is starting my days with him. Instead of going to the café like I usually do, I end up cooking breakfast. Things are changing and I love it.
All day at work, we’ve found reasons to walk by each other’s offices since he’s been working non-stop with Chris. If it wasn’t for the occasional walk-by I’d never see him. It’s probably a good thing he doesn’t work with me because I can see us getting nothing done.
After last night, something changed. I’ve never been one to pack up and leave town, but that’s exactly what I’m looking forward to. Once my viewing room appointment is done tonight, we’re going to pack our bags and get ready to leave for Wyoming. I’ve been dying to go for years but never had the chance. Maybe
I did, I just didn’t want to go with Aaron. All I wanted to do when I was married was work. Before we leave for Wyoming, though, Hunter wants to take me to visit his grandmother. I think it’s really sweet he wants me to meet her. I can’t imagine a guy like him introducing just anyone to his grandmother.
Now that all of my appointments are done for the day, I pack up my things. A knock on the door grabs my attention. I glance up to see Hunter leaning against the door with a serious expression on his face. When I first met him, I didn’t think he’d have a serious bone in his body. He looks really sexy when he’s like that; especially when he’s wearing his dark-rimmed glasses.
“Hey,” I say softly.
He walks in, but keeps his gaze on mine as he shuts the door. “You getting ready to go to SX?”
I nod. “My appointment’s in thirty minutes. I really hope I catch the bastard this time.”
“What if you don’t? How long are we going to keep this going?” I can tell there’s something bothering him.
“Not long. Spending my evenings at the club watching people have sex isn’t exactly what I want to be doing with my time. Jennifer’s an old friend of mine, but I can’t put my life on hold to catch her worthless piece of shit husband.”
His lips pull back just slightly. “Good. I hate knowing you’re in that room without me. I want to be the one you’re watching.”
“Not with other women,” I say.
He chuckles. “That’s not what I meant.”
I knew what he meant, but it’s nice to hear his devotion to me. “Then maybe you can join me in a couple of weeks? I think it might be my last time going.”
His smile grows wider. “That can be arranged. Do you know what day in a couple of weeks? It’s not on the weekend, is it?”
“Nope,” I reply with a shake of my head. “It’s on a Wednesday. According to Chad’s date book, that’s the next time he’ll be there after tonight.”
