Page 67 of Lovely Darkness

“Don’t you know the rules in your own club, Mr. Boucher? I’m supposed to make that offer.”

“Oh, I think we’re beyond that now,” I reply. “You came over, were introduced, and now… we make up the rules as we go.”

“So it’s a game?” She grins at McKay.

“Doesn’t have to be,” he says. “Could just be a really good time with no strings.”

“Hmm.” She takes another sip of whiskey, like she’s considering her options.

But we all know she’s not. She wouldn’t be here if she was.

She downs her drink, stands up—which prompts McKay and I to stand as well. Those Southern manners are fucking hard to break—and then she offers each of us a hand. “Then do with me what you will.”

McKay and I want to grin at each other like college boys. And it is a powerful want. But we hold it together with a smile and nod. Then we each press our fingers into the small of her back and lead her out of the club and into the elevator.

I watch McKay, and McKay watches her, as I slide the silver keycard across the reader and the penthouse floor lights up.

McKay is looking at her legs. They are long and shapely. Despite the ruffle, her skirt is conservative, hitting just below the knee. She cocks a hip to draw my attention up, and then she smiles at me just as the elevator doors open to the penthouse.

McKay and I step aside, allowing her to go first. She walks slow in her high heels, eyes forward as she takes in the view on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling windows. It’s the Mississippi, but there’s a lot going on and the lights draw your attention down.

“Should we have a drink?” I say just as the elevator doors close.

Miss Violet turns. “Do you need one?”

“No.” I shake my head.

“How about you?” She directs her gaze to McKay.

“I’m good.”

Miss Violet smiles. “Then maybe we should skip the formalities.”

McKay steps forward first, but I move with him. Part of the fun of a night like this is the watching. And I like to watch McKay. He places his hands on her hips and she tips her head up, meeting his gaze. Her lips part and her tongue darts out. Just a little peek of it before she bites her lip.

McKay brings his forefinger up to her lip and caresses it. Studying her.

I would kill to know what’s going on inside his head right now. But he doesn’t give up any clues. His gaze is intent on her. And he holds that gaze for several seconds, long enough to make her start to feel uncomfortable. Then McKay leans down, but not far enough to kiss her. No. He makes her meet him halfway. She goes up on her tiptoes and I watch the long, lean muscles in her calves change shape as she does this.

Then their lips touch. There is no hunger there, instead there is a pause. Neither of them willing to move forward or withdraw. Miss Violet must like a little challenge. She wants McKay to take control and McKay is telling her he won’t.

I think I like this side of him.

Especially when she breaks first. Her lips part, and so do his. And then I catch the smallest glimpse of their tongues as they slowly begin to tangle together. McKay’s hands slide up her body. Pause to caress her breasts. Her shirt is ripped open before I even understand he’s doing it and I find myself getting hard as I watch him seduce this woman in front of me.

Miss Violet, to her credit, doesn’t even flinch when her shirt buttons fly off and scatter across the marble floor. She begins to pant, her chest heaving with desire. He pulls her bra down, revealing her full, round breasts. Her nipples are tight, and hard, and dark. And I have an intense desire to cover them with my mouth and suck.

They are still kissing. Passionately now. And her fingertips are hastily unbuttoning his shirt. But McKay side-eyes me. A hooded grin. An invitation.

And I accept.

I move forward until the three of us are a triangle of bodies. My hand gravitates to the tight muscles of her ass underneath the smooth, lavender fabric. I rub it as I press my hips into her. She has one hand already grabbing at McKay’s cock through his pants. And the moment I get close, she’s reaching for me too.

It’s only then that I fully realize… I’m into this. I’m into her. And when she drops to her knees, I find myself sucking in a deep breath when I glance over at McKay. He’s not looking at me, and I don’t blame him. Miss Violet’s perfect tits are popping out of her bra, her skirt has slid up to her thighs, and she’s just pulling McKay’s cock out of his pants when he reaches for her hair. Gathering the long, dark tresses up in his palm and fisting it as he guides those plump lips to the tip of his cock.

She opens for him and her tongue darts out. Licking across his tip as she pumps him. McKay groans, then turns to me and smiles.

I smile back. God, he’s just as beautiful as her. But while she’s been preoccupied with McKay, she’s forgotten about me. So I place my hand over hers and help her squeeze my cock. This little reminder is all she needed because she grips me harder than I do her. And then her fingertips are deftly unbuttoning my pants. The zipper is down and she’s pulling out my cock before I even have a chance to enjoy the feeling of her soft skin against my lower stomach. She pumps me a few times, then McKay pulls her off of him and guides her to me.