She nodded. “I promise.”
“I promise too.”
Her shoulders slumped, a sigh of relief leaving her. “Our marriage comes first. I love your stepsister, she’s family, but you are my life.”
I closed the distance between us, wrapping Mia up in my arms. “And you are mine.”
Mia was an incredible woman. While we were happy in our marriage, we needed something else, even if it was something small, to spice things up. I already knew when I walked into Rouge that I wouldn’t find what I was looking for, but I promised my wife that I would at least try. So there I was, trying.
The hairs on the back of my neck tingled. My eyes flicked to the doorway, finding Mia entering the room. Even though I had been with her just an hour before, my cock still twitched at the sight of her.
Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail. A black dress hugged every inch of her curvy frame. The deep vee in the front went down to her belly button, showcasing her flat stomach.
My tongue became thick.
Fuck, she looked beautiful.
Her gaze caught mine. She gave me a wink and headed to the bar. She would have her first drink and then I would approach her.
As per normal, she ordered a vodka martini with two olives. She pulled one off the stick and stuck it in her mouth before taking a sip of the liquid that would no doubt burn its way down her slender throat.
Men approached her. Even though they knew she was with me, some would still try to convince her to go home with them or back to one of the private rooms. But she always turned them down. We had talked about having an open relationship but when strangers were brought into it, I wanted to shut that shit down. Especially when it came to other men. If another man was going to be fucking my girl, he had to be someone I trusted. And that hadn’t happened. It probably never would. It was one reason I wanted to talk to my stepsister about it. At least we trusted her.
Mia glanced my way, her dark eyes roaming down the length of me. Just the idea of playing with Tiffany ignited this burning need inside of me. My cock pushed against the fly of my jeans, coming to life at the idea of watching my wife fuck my stepsister.
Approaching Mia, I brushed my fingers over the back of her neck before leaning down to her ear. I kissed her hairline, smirking at the notable shiver trembling through her. “You look beautiful,” I whispered.
“Thank you,” she breathed, licking her full red lips.
I sat beside her, placing my hand on her knee and kept a firm grip on her. I wasn’t usually a possessive man but when it came to her, my true Alpha showed through, and I couldn’t stop myself from laying my claim.
“See anything you like?” she asked, taking a sip of her martini.
I ordered a beer before locking eyes with her. “Yes.”
She laughed, the husky sound shooting right to the tip of my dick. “I’m not talking about me.”
“But I am.” I looked around the vast expanse of the room before locking eyes with her. “I don’t want anyone else, Mia.”
She chewed her bottom lip. “Really?”
I cupped her jaw, leaning forward and placing a kiss on her full mouth. “Really.” I brought her hand up to my lips. “We can talk to Tiffany about this. We can take months, years, I don’t give a shit how long it takes but I don’t want a stranger.”
Mia sighed. “God, neither do I.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You don’t? Then how come you asked me to come here and search for someone?”
She shrugged. “I just want you happy.”
“Baby, I’m happiest with you.”
Mia’s eyes shone. “Really?”
I gave her a small smile. “As long as you are happy, that’s all I care about. Finish your drink and we’ll go home.” I cupped her knee, pushing my hand beneath her dress. “I’m itching to fuck you in this dress.”
She giggled, winking over the rim of her glass. “Would it help if I told you that I’m not wearing any panties?” She waggled her eyebrows.
“Would it help if I told you that I don’t give a shit what you’re wearing beneath this dress because it won’t be staying on you for very long?” I bit out, giving her inner thigh a pinch.
She jumped, coughing.
I chuckled. “Finish your drink, babe. I’m hungry.”
Mia downed the rest of her martini, rose from the stool and grabbed my hand. “Take me home, Jude.”
Before we got home, my cock ended up in Mia’s mouth and down the back of her throat. The sounds of her gagging while I fucked her face as I tried not to crash the car, was music to my damn ears. If this was how it was going to be before we mentioned our little fantasy to my stepsister, I couldn’t imagine how it would be once we approached her.
If she even agreed.
It was a chance, but it was a chance that I was willing to take.