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“We’re all here so shouldn’t we go upstairs and get this party started?” It sounded like Kit.
Jesse linked her arm with his and Taylor’s hand went to the small of her back. Her pulse seemed to bound in time with the hedonistic beat of the music. Chloe felt the vibration in her chest. She took a deep breath. If the past twenty minutes were anything to go by, it was going to be one helluva night indeed.
Chloe wasn’t sure where to look first. The club was palatial. It’s interior lavish and sensual, sumptuous and swank, from the deep-plum velvet fabric that covered the seating to the sheer draping and ambient uplighting. There were two long bars here on the main level and a raised platform that spanned more than half of the space—a dance floor or maybe a stage. A massive video screen was suspended from the ceiling over it and a matching pair of grand staircases flanked it on either side. She could see people standing along a railing at the top with drinks in hand looking down onto the main club floor, while scantily clad bodies danced to Tinashe’s “Die a Little Bit” behind them.
Jesse chuckled. Was she gawking? She tried so hard not to. “Incredible, isn’t it? C’mon, babe. We’ll show you around later.”
They followed Brendan to an obscure stairway that took them to the upper level where the club’s private VIP spaces were located. And Chloe thought the main floor was a sight to behold. This was swank, urban posh fit for a sultan and his harem up here. An eclectic and sensuous mix of fabrics and textures. Silks. Exposed brick. Dark polished wood.
Salena was already there, pouring herself a drink from the minibar. Brendan stopped to greet Dillon and Chloe looked out over the railing to the club floor below. The raised platform and the screen suspended from the ceiling above it were directly in front of them. There was nothing to see there yet, but she had a feeling that would change soon. She drained her glass of champagne and turned around.
Fuck me standing!
Chloe thought she was seeing things at first and did a double take, but everyone else seemed to notice what she saw and stopped to watch. They all moved in closer. Jesse held her on one side and Taylor on the other, Matt and Kit beside him. Sloan Michaels got up from his seat on the gigantic purple party sofa to join them. Brendan and Dillon left the minibar to stand beside Jesse. The magnetic smile slipped from his face and his jaw went slack as he watched Linnea with his brother. Salena didn’t even try to mask her loathing, her lip curled as she sidled up next to Brendan, their semicircle now complete.
Linnea. Her sweet, shy Linnea, who avoided the spotlight like the plague, stood front and center with Kyan as he toyed with her nipples over the black silk dress she wore. Her lips parted on a moan. With her head tipped back, her dark blonde waves flowed and brushed against the bare chest of Venery’s drummer behind her. Kyan pinched her nipples and then kissed Linnea with such feverish intensity that it was palpable to everyone who watched.
Chloe felt it and squeezed the hands of the two men who held onto her. She held a breath at the transcending touch of guitar-callused fingertips. They slowly swept up her outer thigh and slipped beneath the plum velvet dress to squeeze her silk-clad cheek. A delicate tingle rippled through her at his touch, yet her gaze remained fixed on Linnea and Kyan before her.
Kyan had his lips to Linnea’s ear and Chloe watched as he hiked her leg up around his waist and Linnea slipped her hand between their bodies to finger herself. Taylor slid his fingers along the silver silk to the damp gusset between her legs and traced her seam through the fabric. Her breath hitched. He smiled at her response. Naughty boy.
She loved him like that.
Taylor slipped her Sarrieri panties to the side and Chloe felt his fingers glide through her slick folds. Wet. Ready. She wanted him. She always wanted him. Them. He painted her clit, teasing it, and slid a finger inside her. A whimper escaped, but no one noticed. All eyes were on Kyan and Linnea, including hers, while Taylor slowly pushed his finger in and out of her from behind.
“Do you want to give Bo a taste, princess?” Kyan offered Linnea’s hand to the shirtless drummer.
Bo lapped the wetness from Linnea’s fingers.
Taylor discreetly pulled his finger out of her pussy and sucked it into his mouth.
Linnea glanced up at the semicircle of faces around her. Chloe knew she had to be mortified to open her eyes to everyone watching. Bo put a glass of champagne in Linnea’s hand. No one moved. They just stared. The only sound was the dance music from the other side of the club. She had to break the awkward silence.
“Linnie, you are my spirit animal! I love you!”
The semicircle broke up. Kyan took Linnea by the hand and disappeared. Taylor caressed her ass through the purple velvet. Jesse leaned in between them. With his arm around Taylor’s neck he reached inside the sweetheart neckline and tweaked her nipple. “Don’t think I didn’t see that, Tay.”
“Jealous?”
“Fuck, no. It made my dick hard.” Jesse licked up the side of Taylor’s neck. “Now give me a taste of our girl.”
Jesse pulled Chloe in closer against him as his lips sought Taylor’s mouth. There was something about the way they kissed, the way they touched each other, that never failed to arouse her. It was rough, raw, and primal—like two cavemen. Tugging hair. Grunts. Groans. They didn’t hold back and she loved being a voyeur to it.
Chloe felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around. The shirtless drummer himself, Bo Robertson, stood just behind her, a devilish grin on his angelic face. “Hiya, Red.”
He was a golden boy, ethereal and radiant. He was almost too pretty to be real. A beautiful seraphim, lithe and muscular, with waist-length blond hair and deep blue eyes. There was a playful wicked gleam in those eyes. Wasn’t Lucifer the most beautiful angel before he fell?
‘The devil comes disguised as everything you’ve ever wanted.’
Chloe giggled to herself. She wasn’t sure why that quote popped into her head. She held up her hand and wiggled her fingers in silent greeting as Taylor pulled himself off of Jesse’s mouth.
“Hey, man. Aren’t you gonna introduce me to your girl here?” Then his gaze returned to her.
She didn’t wait for Taylor and extended her hand. “Chloe.”
“I know.” Bo winked and took her hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed it. “Bo.”
She giggled like she always did. “I know.”
