Spencer blew out a breath as he considered the phone lodged in the bottom of his briefcase, currently stationed in the trunk of his Acura. Somehow he’d have to keep his cool when he returned the damn thing. She’d probably guess he saw her list—since even a child could guess her passcode, how ridiculous—and she’d most likely be embarrassed, humiliated even.
He didn’t want her to feel bad—okay, yeah he did, but only because she had such lousy taste in other men—and he also didn’t want her to freak out when she discovered her phone was missing.
Even so, the conversation between them would have to wait.
Right now the only screwing he had in mind didn’t involve lists. Or Kelly.
Whomever he met up with at Kink was going to reap the benefits of how much he wanted to drum Kelly right the fuck out of his head.
The club was situated on the outskirts of Ely, or at least this incarnation of it was. Kink had been shut down more than once so people had gotten smarter about bragging about their exploits. The place wasn’t only about sex, despite its reputation.
Some people only went there to dance or take advantage of the on-site massage services. Legit massage services, too, unless the client had a “special need.”
He’d never partaken of the massages or the BDSM room with its spanking bench and numerous contraptions on the wall that doubled as erotic art when the owners were questioned by the police. Not his thing.
His particular kink was watching and between the lounge, with its soft couches and mood lighting, and the steam room, there were plenty of opportunities to indulge.
He didn’t have sex every time he went to Kink. Or even most times. He enjoyed voyeurism for its own sake and as often as not, cruised through to soak up the atmosphere. Beautiful, sensual women roamed the premises and nothing turned him on more than seeing a couple engaged in the physical expression of their desire.
Sometimes watching was more than enough. And sometimes it wasn’t.
Tonight would definitely fall into the second category.
He parked and shut off the ignition. Maybe Marcia was right about his low standards. She had a thing for young guys but at least she was a serial monogamist. He agreed with the serial part of the equation, but monogamy? Not so much.
It had been over a year since he’d had a regular girlfriend. Nina had actually been the one to introduce him to the club. He worked too much, she’d claimed, and this was a low-pressure way to have some fun. He’d been reluctant at first but he’d returned even after they’d broken up.
For a guy who didn’t unwind easily, Kink was a freaking gift. It was the only place he felt comfortable being exactly who he was. More than that, no one there frowned upon his urge to watch. In fact, it was encouraged.
He still saw Nina there once in a while. They’d even had a semi-reunion in the steam room a few months ago. She didn’t ask for much. A couple of orgasms and they parted mutually satisfied with no messy feelings to get in the way.
He sucked in one last breath in his air-conditioned car and stepped out into nature’s own steam bath. He’d barely made it to the short line waiting to enter before he felt a trickle between his shoulder blades. It was only May and the entire long hot summer loomed ahead.
Good thing he liked to sweat.
He paid the cover charge and strode inside, his blood already humming. Luckily the interior was nice and crisp. He stepped up to the bar to order his usual neat whiskey. The liquor cooled his throat all the way down. The burn in his gut afterward was a bonus.
“Hey, handsome. Buy me one of what you’re having?”
Speak of the devil. He turned, a smile already forming. “Nina.”
“In the flesh.” That flesh was prominently displayed, all but overflowing the constraints of her short, black, jersey minidress. She leaned up to lick his cheek, making him laugh. “How’ve you been?”
He shifted toward her and mentally rearranged his plans for the evening. Nina was as low-maintenance as they came, part of why they’d been so good together. She liked sex as much as he did and didn’t get it all tangled up with love. From the flickers of arousal in her sea-green eyes, she’d come ready to play.
Worked for him.
He picked up her long, slim hand, laying it deliberately against his erection. “Hard.”
“Mmm,so I feel.” She curved her fingers, squeezing him. “Buy me that drink and we’ll see what we can do about that.”