“Is that what you’re worried about?” He looked genuinely concerned.
“A little, yeah.”
Dylan’s arms wrapped around her and he pulled her in close, his head lowering until his lips were brushing her ear.
“I want you to trust me, Sarah. Implicitly. I will never put you in harm’s way. I will never sacrifice you for anything. If you want to explore, you let me know. Otherwise, I’m going to assume we’re here to enjoy the evening, and we can do that without sex. I’m more than happy to take you back to the room and strip that sexy little dress right off your body. Doesn’t have to be at the club.”
Sarah nodded, then patted his chest. When he stood up straight, she went to her toes and kissed his mouth lightly. “Thank you.”
“Come on,” he urged. “Let’s take a look around, see what it’s all about. You can decide from there what you’re comfortable with.”
Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Sarah managed to calm her rioting nerves. Knowing that Dylan didn’t expect anything from her tonight made it easier to follow his lead as they headed toward the entrance. They bypassed the long line that wound through the casino. There were people of all different shapes, sizes, and colors waiting to go inside. Some appeared frustrated by the wait; others were making the best of it, joking and laughing.
When they reached the bouncer, Dylan gave the man his name, and they were waved through with instructions to head up to the VIP lounge.
Sarah paused as soon as they stepped into the main club. She couldn’t help but look around. It was relatively early by Vegas standards, but the people at the club didn’t seem to notice. Then again, there were no windows in there or in the casino, so it was hard to tell what time it was at any point in the day or night. There were hundreds of people scattered about. Some standing at the high tables, drinking and talking. Others on the dance floor grinding against one another. There were two additional levels, both of which had leather seating and people filling every square inch.
“This is the main club,” Dylan spoke into her ear. “Let’s go to the VIP area.”
Sarah nodded, then allowed him to direct her toward an elevator, where another bouncer was standing. Dylan again introduced himself and the man checked a sheet of paper on a clipboard before hitting the button to open the elevator doors.
When they stepped out into the VIP area, Sarah instantly noted the difference. Where the main club was lit with strobe lights, this one had dim red lights throughout. There was a long bar on one side and plenty of available seating. Along the walls there were sections separated by sheer curtains. The music wasn’t quite as loud, but the bass was just as deep, reverberating off the walls and the ceiling, making her insides rattle.
Dylan took her hand and led her to one of the sectioned-off areas. It was more like a room, really. There was a long leather couch with chaise lounges on each end and a glass table in front. There was also another bouncer standing sentry at the front, obviously keeping an eye on things.
Once they were seated, a waitress came in and took their drink orders.
“7-Up,” Sarah told her. “For both of us.”
“Also,” Dylan added, “if you wouldn’t mind, we’d like to let Isaiah Fontenot know that we’re here.”
“Yes, sir.”
The woman disappeared and Sarah turned to Dylan. “Is he the club manager?”
Dylan nodded. “Trent texted me this morning to let me know Isaiah wanted to meet us.”
“Really?”
Dylan smirked. “Turns out, Max Adorite, who owns this place, is a silent investor in Trent’s upcoming venture.”
“Ah. Okay then.”
Sarah managed to relax. If this was going to be mostly about work, she figured she had absolutely nothing to worry about.
Funny, that should’ve made her feel better.
Surprisingly, she was a tad bit disappointed.
chapter TWENTY
DYLAN KEPT HIS CONVERSATION WITH Isaiah to small talk. The man had informed Dylan that he’d been managing the club for a few years now and only recently had Max finished remodeling the hotel and casino. According to Isaiah, he shared the management duties with his twin brother, Micah, and they also worked close with the club managers in New York. If Dylan understood correctly, Isaiah was letting him know that two was better than one when it came to taking on a task that size.
For the full half hour he’d spent chatting, Dylan had watched Sarah. She seemed comfortable here. More so than she’d been at Devotion. He wasn’t sure why that was. Perhaps it was because there was the illusion of privacy with all the sectioned-off seating. Then again, there were plenty of open areas where things were beginning to ignite quickly.
“Well, I’ll leave you two to it,” Isaiah said, getting to his feet. “It was a pleasure meeting you, and if you have any questions, feel free to call me any time.”
Dylan took the card that Isaiah held out to him.
“That’s my cell phone number and my brother’s is on there as well. We’ll be glad to help out if you need us, but I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
Shaking Isaiah’s proffered hand, Dylan said good night and then waited until he was alone with Sarah once again.
“What do you think?” she asked when he turned to face her.
“About?”
“About this place? Managing something like this?”
Dylan glanced around.
He liked the idea of managing a club, knew he could handle the task. For one, he needed something to occupy his time, to keep him busy. Something of this nature would definitely do that. It would give him another chance, something he honestly hadn’t thought he would get. He was still on the fence as to whether he deserved it or not.
“It seems doable,” he answered nonchalantly.
Sarah grinned. “Yeah?” She moved closer. “Do you think you could handle seeing scantily clad women all night and day?”
Dylan nuzzled her neck. “Darlin’, there’s only one scantily clad woman I care to look at. I assure you that.”
Sarah pulled back and stared at him. He could tell she was processing his words and probably wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not.
He figured it was best to show her.
Getting comfortable on the couch, Dylan held out his hand to her. “Come here.”
She inched closer.
“On my lap,” he instructed. “Facing me.”
He couldn’t hide his amusement when Sarah glanced down at her short skirt. Yeah, she knew what would happen when she straddled him. Which had been his point exactly.
Dylan recognized the heat in her eyes. She was going to accept his dare.
A few seconds later, Sarah was straddling his thighs, the stretchy fabric of her dress still hiding her ass from anyone looking in on them, but it had ridden high on her thighs, revealing the black silk beneath.
“There’s something you need to know about a place like this,” he explained, sliding his fingers along the sleek column of her neck, trailing over her collarbone. He urged the strap of her dress down her arm, noticing the way her nipples pebbled beneath the fabric.
“What’s that?” she asked breathlessly.
“People are here for various reasons,” he noted.
“Such as?”
Dylan watched Sarah’s face as he freed one breast from the restricting fabric, his thumb gliding over her nipple. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which made it easier for him to tease her.
“Some like to come to watch.”
Sarah’s hand tightened on his bicep when he flicked her nipple with his fingernail.
“Some like to be watched.”
“Which do you prefer?” she whispered hoarsely.
“I like both,” he stated, leaning in and licking the dusky pink tip, nibbling with his teeth. “The thought of someone watching as I pleasure you… It’s an aphrodisiac, Sarah. It makes my dick hard.”
Sarah leaned forward, pressing her breast closer to his mouth.
; “Is someone watching us now?” she asked.
Dylan pulled back, peering up at her face once more. “I don’t know. But that’s part of the appeal. If I had to guess, I’d say yes, someone is. Who? I don’t know. Don’t care, either. I’m not looking for someone to join us, but if someone else can take pleasure from what I’m doing to you, more power to them. As long as they don’t interfere.”
Sarah drew in a breath when he once again leaned in and sucked her fully into his mouth, his tongue curling around her nipple as he palmed her ass, pulling her closer so he could grind the hard ridge of his erection against the apex of her thighs.
“Dylan…”
He released her from his mouth and leaned back, watching her. “Tell me, Sarah,” he encouraged. “What do you want me to do to you?”
Her eyes were shuttered, her lips parted. She looked like sex personified, and he had the urge to fuck her right here and now, showing her what it felt like, the rush that could be had in a place like this.
“I just… I don’t understand it,” she said, her head tilting slightly.
Dylan finally nodded. “Turn around.”
He helped her off his lap, then pulled her back down when she was facing out into the club. Dylan hadn’t bothered to fix her dress and surprisingly she hadn’t, either. Not that it mattered. When she was once again situated, he pulled her back against his chest and cupped her breasts in his hands, teasing her nipples.
If she wanted the full experience, if she truly wanted to understand, Dylan was more than willing to walk her through the process, to offer her the sort of pleasure that could be had right here. Right now.
And at that point, he would truly know where she stood on the subject.
As well as what that meant for the two of them.
IT WOULD PROBABLY DO HER a world of good to remember that she was in a public place and that, as of this moment, she wasn’t entirely clothed. Then again, Sarah was having a hard time remembering her own name, much less anything else.
When she’d been straddling Dylan, she knew that no one could really see her. Sure, they probably could guess what he was doing to her, but she’d had her back to the room, offering her a bit of privacy. That certainly wasn’t the case now.
As she stared out into the crowded VIP section, she couldn’t tell whether people were watching her or not. Which likely meant they couldn’t tell that she was watching them, either. At Devotion, it had been a little more obvious.
Dylan’s mouth pressed against her ear, his warm breath fanning her neck.
“Do you like to watch, Sarah?”
Did she? She wasn’t sure.
“See the couple over there? To your left?”
Sarah glanced to the left, surveying the people, trying to find the couple Dylan was referring to. It didn’t take but a second to see what he was seeing.
“Do you think she even knows we’re watching her?” he asked.
No. No, she did not.
“Tell me what you see, Sarah.”
Sarah leaned into Dylan more, unsure whether she could actually get her voice to work. She knew he was pushing her, giving her the full experience of the club, but she wasn’t sure she could go so far as to explain what that man was doing to the woman.
“Tell me,” he urged, his fingers clamping onto her nipples.
Sarah moaned softly, enjoying the way he tormented her.
“He’s licking her,” she said, although she doubted he could hear her.
“Where? Where’s he licking her?”
Sarah pushed against Dylan’s hands, urging him to continue his ministrations. Her breasts were overly sensitive and she loved what he was doing. The feeling of being on display was highly erotic. Knowing someone could witness Dylan pinching her nipples while she ground her ass against him. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling her, fucking her, driving her over the edge.
Another pinch had her drawing air into her lungs.
“Her pussy,” she replied. “He’s licking her pussy.”
“Is she enjoying it?”
“Yes.”
“Would you be enjoying it? Knowing someone was watching you like this?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I wouldn’t care who’s watching.”
Dylan’s hand left her breast and trailed down between her legs. Sarah instinctively widened her knees, offering him access to where she needed him most.
“What about those three over there?”
Sarah’s gaze roamed the room, her eyes fighting to stay open as Dylan’s fingers dipped beneath the elastic edge of her panties.
“Tell me what they’re doing.”
Swallowing hard, Sarah relaxed against Dylan. “Oh, God. Please…”
“Please, what?”
“Put your finger inside me.”
Sarah couldn’t believe she was being this wanton. They were in a public place, for crying out loud, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. She was enjoying this more than she ever thought possible.
“Tell me,” he urged.
When his finger pushed inside, Sarah moaned, gripping his forearm and holding on for dear life.
“The one guy… Oh, God…” Her inner muscles clamped down on the two fingers he thrust inside her. “The one guy is kissing the woman’s back … and she’s sucking the other guy.”
“Sucking what?”
“His … dick… Dylan!” Sarah cried out when he speared her with his fingers, pumping into her, making her heart race and her blood thrum in her veins.
“Are they enjoying themselves?”
Sarah nodded.
“Do you think they notice that I’m finger-fucking you right here?”
She shook her head. “No … they don’t notice us.”
“Would they notice if I pulled my dick out and fucked you right here on this couch?”
“No.”
But Dylan didn’t do that. He continued to finger her, pushing in deep and slow.
“What about those two over there?” he whispered, nipping her neck. “To the right.”
Sarah glanced off to the right, and she stopped moving when she noticed a man and a woman watching them. They appeared innocent enough, the two of them sitting side by side, drinks in their hands as they watched what was going on around them. The man’s eyes were on Sarah.
“Do you think he notices how my fingers slide deep inside your warm, welcoming cunt, Sarah?”
Oh, yeah. That guy noticed.
“Will he take his wife back to their room later and do the same thing to her as I’m doing to you?”
Sarah moaned. She realized she was grinding her hips, trying to take more of Dylan’s fingers. She was so turned on she could hardly breathe.
“I want you to come for me, Sarah. Come all over my fingers. Then I’m going to take you back to our room, and I’m going to fuck you all damn night. In every position imaginable.”
His fingers pumped into her while his thumb circled her clit. Sarah’s fingernails dug into his shirt as she held on until the last possible second. When her orgasm crested, the room dimmed, the music was muted, and the only thing she noticed was the vibrant sound of her heart pounding in her ears.
She couldn’t believe Dylan had made her come right there in front of those people.
Did it bother her that they were watching?
Surprisingly, no.
Did it make her hotter that they were?
Quite possibly, yes.
What did that say about her?
“Relax for me, baby,” Dylan whispered.
Sarah focused on breathing. She felt as though she were outside her own body, watching as Dylan fixed her clothing, covering her completely. His warm hands caressed her, his lips gliding over her neck. She felt safe with him. As though he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.
And maybe that was why she could let go like she had.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his fingers curling beneath her chin and turning h
er head so she could look back at him over her shoulder.
“Better than all right,” she admitted.
And maybe that was what scared her most.
chapter TWENTY-ONE
“TAKE THE DRESS OFF, SARAH,” Dylan commanded as soon as they were back in their hotel room.
It was a wonder he’d been able to walk from the club. His dick was like a steel rod, eager and desperate for Sarah. The way she’d allowed him to pleasure her back at Devil’s Playground had been unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He figured she probably would’ve been agreeable to anything he’d wanted down there, but truth was, he wanted her alone.
Sarah stared back at him, her eyes still glazed from their make-out session in the elevator. He didn’t even give a damn that there were cameras watching every move he made when he’d been sliding his fingers between her thighs. He’d been careful to keep her hidden from view, but he hadn’t been able to keep his hands to himself.
“Would you like me to help you?” he asked when she didn’t make a move to disrobe.
“Not yet,” she said, her voice raspy.
“No?”
Sarah shook her head. “I have something else in mind.”
“Do you now?”
When Sarah reached for his hand, he allowed her to lead him over to the chair near the window. The curtains were still open, giving them a glittering view of the Las Vegas Strip.
Before he could sit down, Sarah turned to face him, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his jeans.
“I want you in my mouth.”
Fuck. The woman could certainly do some damage when she used that commanding tone. The sexy words that came out of her mouth made his dick pulse.
It didn’t take long for her to pull his jeans down to his knees. She pushed him so that he fell back into the chair. Once he was seated, she removed his boots, one at a time, then tugged his jeans from his legs. Dylan helped her out, shedding the jacket and removing his shirt in the process.
“I like you naked,” Sarah mused, her eyes raking over him.
“The feeling’s mutual,” he told her. “Take the dress off, Sarah. But keep on the panties and heels.”
Watching this woman undress was the equivalent of sex. Dylan didn’t think she even realized how fucking hot she was as she slowly stripped the black dress from her body. So fucking hot he couldn’t resist stroking himself, seeking a little relief.
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