She glanced back and Spencer jerked her in his hold, almost daring her to try to get free.
She didn’t. For once she was right where she wanted to be.
“Get lost.” The heat in her lover’s dark eyes as he stared down Gary and his bewildered, partially drooping erection almost made her feel sorry for him. Her new, uh, friend had just been unfortunate enough to become collateral damage in her and Spencer’s sexual tug-of-war. “She’s with me,” Spencer added, as if his death grip on her hair didn’t make that clear.
Kelly tried not to react outwardly. Really, she did. She dug her nails into the side of her bare thigh to keep from grinning like a fool. But that didn’t stop her from launching herself into his arms.
She’d never slept with someone she hadn’t kissed—her one-way assault in his car so didn’t count—and it was high time she got a kiss from him. Preferably half a dozen kisses. He owed her that much.
He didn’t resist. His lips parted easily and he tasted of coffee rather than whiskey. The kiss was rough and demanding and her clit pounded with each thrust of his tongue. She clutched his shoulder hard enough to leave marks, afraid he’d dematerialize like a ghost of excellent sex past.
God, she couldn’t believe this was really happening. Again.
When they came up for air, the room seemed a lot smokier and Gary was gone. The long, stiff cock prodding her belly definitely demanded all of her attention anyway.
Her fingers brushed the crown of his erection through his trousers. He was so damn hard. Her gaze flicked up to his speculatively. He obviously really got off on this place but at least he hadn’t wanted to share her. Her fingers moved faster and he inhaled raggedly, the sound alone causing a fresh rush of juice between her legs.
“Still want to suck a cock?” His breath burned against her temple.
She reached for her drink and took another sip, a long one. She wanted his cock in her mouth. Lord knows, that wasn’t the problem. But doing that, here, in front of all these people…
The idea didn’t repulse her. Not exactly. Then she pictured being with some other guy—preferably one she found hot, unlike Gary—while Spencer watched, as he’d watched Nina, and her nipples tingled.
Maybe her vanilla had room for some chocolate chips after all.
“C’mon.” He skimmed his fingers down the inside of her arm and took her hand. His warm palm cradled her much smaller hand completely. “Let’s go.”
She set her half-empty drink on the bar and stumbled after him. “Where are we going?”
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He didn’t answer her and he also didn’t wait for her to catch up as he maneuvered them through the throng of people clustered near the exit.
“Spencer, wait.” She yanked on him hard. “I don’t want to leave.”
She didn’t. Not when he was with her. Being here with him felt intimate and erotic and she couldn’t believe how excited she was. Given a little time, she might even warm up to that BJ. She just needed a bit more mental foreplay first.
“If you have to drink to relax, you shouldn’t be here.”
“And you’re not my boss. Not tonight.”
His eyes glittered in the low light when they met hers. “Fine. You want to stay? Stay.”
“I do. But only with you.”
Irritation flared on his face as she undid a couple more buttons on his shirt. She lightly tugged the fine mat of hair on his chest and smiled at the worry wrinkle between his eyes. He was so freaking serious all the time, he probably needed Kink to bring out his sense of play.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she said softly.
Any other guy would have given token resistance, but Spencer wasn’t any other guy. He led the way across the dance floor and up the twisting stairs to the lounge. Tonight it reeked of patchouli and the music sounded jaunty and tropical rather than Middle Eastern, but the vibe was still relaxed and casually sexual.
Even though both couches were taken—really taken, by people in various stages of lovemaking—leaving only a small loveseat for her and Spencer, she felt instantly more at ease. Downstairs the atmosphere and the people were slick, as if sex were as much a commodity as the drinks. Up here it felt as if it was shared for everyone’s enjoyment.
She grinned as Spencer sat down and tugged her onto his lap. “What?” he asked, immediately on guard.
“Nothing.”
A guy like him, as polished as they came, wouldn’t understand why she liked the low-key atmosphere of the second level better. She scraped his hair back from his face, surprised at the pleasure she got just from looking at him. The buzz of need between them had ebbed to a steady hum, but the sheer joy of being with him burned dark and hot.