Even if therewereplastic sheets.
As I shuddered with revulsion at the thought, I wasn’t surprised when Inessa started to move over to the bar. I tugged her to a halt and guided her toward the back of the building where there was a long hallway.
“Where are we going?” she questioned, and I heard the curiosity warring with arousal in her voice.
“You’ll see,” I informed her quietly, leading her down the corridor which took us around the club. The music was more bearable for me here.
“This is new,” Inessa pointed out.
“It is,” I agreed, taking her to the end of the hall to the final door.
I placed my finger to the lock, humming when it opened once it recognized my print, and I murmured, “I was going to save this until after Bump was born, but… as always, you keep me on my toes.”
Her laughter was giddy as she danced in, her gaze darting around the ‘room.’
It was much like a bedroom, but when I pushed a button on a remote in a bracket beside the door, one I quickly pocketed, the floor to ceiling opaque glass defrosted, revealing the bar area.
Her head whipped around as she gaped at me, her hand fluttering as she raised it to cover her throat.
Recognizing that for what it meant, I prowled toward her, edging her closer to the glass where a bunch of men were drinking shots as a scantily clad server kept their glasses full.
“It’s smart glass,” I told her softly.
“Can they see in?”
“If you want them to.”
A moan escaped her, and I felt her shiver firsthand when I walked into her and she leaned against me for support.
“What does that mean?” she whispered.
“It means that, right now, they can’t see us but you can see them.
“It means that with the flick of a button, they can see inside and they can watch.”
She shot me a glance because she knew me as well as I knew her.
“We’ll wear masks,” I explained, and I knew she was aware of how large a concession that was from me.
I guarded her zealously.
Her orgasms were mine, her pleasure mine.
Inessawas mine.
Period.
She bit her lip. “Special occasions?”
That she presented me with that offer told me what I already knew—I had the best wife in the world.
I smiled at her and gave her a kiss, confirming, “On special occasions.”
Nessa twisted around to look at me, and as she did, her hands went to the hem of her blouse and she whipped it over her head.
Her fingers went to her skirt, and she let that drop to the ground as well.
Her bra and panties quickly joined them.