Why isn’t he mixing with the others? Why isn’t he approaching one of the women to engage in some playful banter? Hmm, that’s weird. No one comes to Club Z to be alone, so I decide to break the ice. Drink in hand, I waltz to where he stands. Blue eyes flicker and then flame watching my approach.
“Thanks, but I don’t need a drink,” he growls.
I smile, not at all put off. “That’s a shame because I do. You wouldn’t let a lady drink alone, would you?”
His response is gruff. “Guess not.”
I nod with satisfaction.
“Then I’ll take a martini. Shaken not stirred, please.”
He stares at me, but the corner of his lips pull up for just a second.
“Are you pulling a James Bond on me?”
I smile sassily.
“Maybe. Make it a dirty one too.”
He nods.
“Okay, a dirty martini for the lady then. Shaken not stirred.”
With that, his eyes flash as he departs, and I giggle a bit to myself. This night is off to a good start already.
Within moments, the handsome stranger’s back and I can see that he’s utterly gorgeous when he steps into the small circle of light where I wait. Black hair is brushed off of a strong, proud forehead, and he’s got a Roman nose along with a mouth that’s far too sensuous for a man. He hands me my cocktail and I take a slow sip.
“Mmm, thank you. It’s exactly the way I like it.”
He chuckles, a low sound that makes me shiver.
“Well, now that we’ve got that out of the way, why don’t we make our introductions. I’m Julian.”
The man’s eyes meet mine and I’m struck by how they manage to almost glow in the dim light of the lounge. Unexpectedly, my insides go mushy.
“Lindy,” I murmur. “It’s nice to meet you. So Julian, what brings you to Club Z?”
He quirks a smile, that blue gaze roving over my curves.
“The same things that bring most gentlemen. Strong drinks. Beautiful women. Good company.”
I nod while sipping my drink.
“And have you found what you’re looking for?”
He looks at me, that hot gaze eating me up.
“I don’t know, have I?”
Hmm, this man likes to spar and I smile flirtatiously before setting my drink down to do a small spin. My blonde hair flies out and I throw him my most enchanting look.
“Well, I’m not sure about how strong your drink is, but I can try to do my bit on the beauty part.”
Suddenly, a big warm hand is on my waist as he leans in.
“You’re more than beautiful, Lindy,” Julian whispers in my ear. “You’re gorgeous.”
A thrill runs down my spine and before I realize it, a small moan is coming from my throat. The low sound only makes his expression even more intense and he leans forward to lick lightly at the bottom of my earlobe.
“I saw you the moment you walked in, sweetheart,” he rasps in my ear again. “And I knew I had to have you.”
The words undo me and I sigh rapturously, leaning into his embrace. By now, the party’s beginning to take off and when I glance about the room, women are in various states of undress as the men watch appreciatively. I see Mariska do a little shimmy as she steps out of her panties before throwing them at her companion. The handsome man catches them in mid-air and then holds them to his nostrils for a long, fragrant sniff before gesturing for her to turn around.
“Oh my,” I murmur. “It looks as if the debauchery has begun.”
“That it certainly has,” Julian growls in my ear. “And now, is my little minx going to show me how debauched she can be?”
I giggle once more before slipping away from his grasp to sit at a nearby couch. Julian takes a seat across from me, his heated gaze never leaving my body.
“Maybe,” I coo while running one finger teasingly across my décolletage. “Why, what do you want to see, Daddy?”
The big man leans back on the couch and snakes one arm across the back, the picture of an alpha male in control. But his hungry gaze never leaves my curves and he fixes me with a look.
“Show me your tits, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Let’s start with that.”
I giggle a bit while tracing a finger along my décolletage again, but then I raise my arms coyly and stretch. Sure enough, a big breast pops out on the left side and I glance down with mock-surprise.
“Oh my god!” I gasp. “How did that happen?”
But then, I reach down to stroke my fingers across the pink tip, and of course, it’s already hard and stiff. I smile at Julian while pinching it, pulling and tugging at the pinkness before cupping the creamy mound in my hand and lifting it up so that I can suck on my own nipple. The visual is filthy and I hear Julian growl as I raise my eyes to look at him before popping the tit out of my mouth.