Vincent watched Stacy as she walked with Jason to the second level of the club, where his suite of offices overlooked the main floor. As they passed people on the stairs, Jason waved off attempts to pull him into a conversation. Men nodded in understanding, while women pouted in disappointment, shooting vile looks of envy toward Stacy.
To her credit, she ignored it all.
He admired her spunk, her confidence…her ass. He grinned wickedly as he thought of all the things he would like to do to that ass. And those legs. The damn things went on forever, especially in that black miniskirt that barely covered her ass.
Dark brown hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, making his fingers itch to touch it. He fisted his hands at his sides. Talk first…maybe. If his cock didn’t get the better of him, that is.
Vincent raised a brow in surprise at his friend as soon as he noticed which office Jason was about to lead her into. It was the one at the back—the one that overlooked the BDSM section of the club. Below her, she would see all kinds of sexual acts, anything from bondage to group sex to spanking.
He’d heard Caleb say earlier that section of the club was filled to capacity, which meant it would be extremely active.
Jason held the door open for Stacy. As she walked by, she smiled, and then Jason turned to him with a wink.
“You’re definitely letting me fuck her,” Jason whispered as Vincent stepped past him into the office.
Walking over to the desk, Vincent ignored his friend’s comment and turned on one of the lamps. Its soft light cast a golden glow over the furniture. The smell of jasmine filled the room, mixing with her sensual scent, making Vincent’s nostrils flare as he inhaled more deeply.
“Talk…just talk for now,” he murmured to himself. “Can I get you something to drink, Stacy?” Vincent asked as he strolled over to the wet bar.
Stacy hadn’t noticed the two-way glass yet. Instead, she stood at the far wall studying a painting of Jason’s home in Kent. The stone château was well over four hundred years old, where Jason had grown up as a child.
“What do you have?” she asked as she turned to look at him.
“I can get you whatever you want,” he said with a grin, and she smiled back.
“I’ll take a glass of white wine.”
Vincent nodded, then turned his back to her. With a wave of his hand, he conjured up a glass of his best white wine. Behind him, he could hear Jason speaking softly.
“So what is it you wanted to speak with us about?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard in the news about the recent deaths from a mysterious drug,” she began, and Jason nodded.
“Yes, I’ve heard a little. Do you know where it’s coming from?”
“Not yet, but I have a few ideas. Did you know someone is using the club to distribute the drugs? One of the women sitting next to me at the bar had gotten some from a man she met here.”
Vincent met Jason’s stare as he handed Stacy her glass of wine.
“We are aware, yes,” Vincent answered.
Stacy’s glass stopped just short of her lips as she stared at him. “You are?”
“Shocked to hear us admit it?” Jason asked in amusement.
“Slightly,” she said as she lowered her glass without taking a sip.
“We’ve known about it for two weeks now. We can’t seem to catch who it is, though, and truthfully, until you said that, we thought whoever it was had stopped.”
She shook her head. “They haven’t stopped, and I doubt very seriously that you thought they had.”
Jason smiled slightly. “You’re here fishing for information, Ms. Bevins, which means you don’t know any more than we do.”
She set her glass down on the desk and studied them with shrewd green eyes that made Vincent’s cock harden. “So is that why you brought me up here?” she asked. “To fish for information yourself? To see if perhaps I knew more than you did?”
“It’s our club,” Vincent said, shrugging one shoulder. “It’s important we protect it.”
“Protect it?” She raised an eyebrow. “From me or them?”
Jason snorted softly as though he found the question stupid at best. “Both. We like our privacy. The last thing we want is for us and this club to be strung through an investigation or, worse, the media.”
She leaned forward, placing her palms against the desk. Jason’s assessing stare moved to her chest and darkened with lust before moving back to her face. “You two are not police officers. You should tell me what you know and let me handle it.”
“We don’t know any more than you do.”
Stacy stood back up and scowled. “Somehow I doubt that.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Stacy walked to the two-way glass overlooking the back section of the club. Vincent waited for her reaction. He didn’t have to wait long.
“Oh my God,” she murmured. Shaking fingers landed on her chest just above her heart, and her eyes widened as she stared at the floor below. “What is this?”
Vincent moved to stand next to her. His gaze scanned the crowd engaged in a round of group sex. It seemed almost everyone was somehow connected to someone else. Even through the glass, he could pick up the soft moans and groans of the people below.
“Looks like an orgy,” Vincent replied with a shrug.
Stacy turned to stare at him. She’d never seen anything like that, at least outside a porn movie. “This isn’t the main part of the club, right?”
“No. It’s the private section.”
“Private?” she asked, then turned to look back down at the crowd.
Okay, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. Her nipples hardened and tingled as she watched with interest a young woman sitting on a man’s lap. Her hips were grinding wildly against his cock, while two other men licked at her breasts from either side.
Through the reflection of the glass, she could see Vincent and Jason. Both watched her as though waiting for something, and she quickly realized they’d brought her to this office on purpose.
“You knew this was going on, didn’t you?” she asked, her gaze landing on Vincent through the reflection.
He smiled, making her pussy clench. Stacy loved sex and considered herself to be very adventurous. She had no problem having sex with strangers—especially these two. Just thinking about it now made her pussy cream and her nipples harden.
“That’s always going on,” Vincent said. “It’s the BDSM section.”
“Your own personal porn movie,” she murmured.
God, this would be so beyond stupid. She needed information, not a fuck. But God, a fuck from these two would be so good. Maybe she should go about this from another angle. Being straightforward hadn’t really gotten her anywhere. Perhaps she could work her way inside by way of the bedroom, so to speak.
She’d never done this sort of thing, so she knew she was flying by the seat of her pants. Doing an investigation on one’s own was something the academy insisted no one ever do, but in her mind, this was an exception. Finding the man, or men, responsible for her friend’s death was paramount.
She also knew she’d kick herself a hundred times over if she didn’t have sex with them tonight. It just felt right thinking about being with them.
She turned to face them, letting her gaze move from Vincent’s glowing blue eyes to Jason’s heated stare. “If the two of you wanted to fuck me, you should have just said so.”
Jason’s eyes widened slightly, while Vincent, on the other hand, chuckled softly.
“Okay,” Vincent said, watching her closely. “We want to fuck you. Both of us.”
Her heart slammed against her chest at the way he looked at her. That hungry, I-want-you-now look that made her whole body feel as though it were on fire.
This was insane, she knew it, but for some reason couldn’t stop to save her life. Especially when they both devoured her with their eyes. But right now, she would prefer they devour her with their hands and mouths instead.
Stacy was a confident woman. She never had a problem making the first move, but unfortunately, she’d never taken on two men at once. Whom did she go to first?
The decision was taken away from her as Vincent stepped forward and tipped her chin up with the pad of his finger. “Last chance, Stacy. Last chance to run out that door.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered.
Vincent tilted his head, studying her. “If this is a ploy to gather information, it won’t work.”
“You won’t get any out of me either.” She smiled wickedly. “So I could say the same thing to you.”
His lips twitched. “So just a mutual fuck, right?”
She shrugged and ran her finger along his lapel. “You should be used to that.”
“What are you trying to do?” Jason asked as he moved to stand behind her. “Talk her out of it?”
His lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear, and her lids fluttered half-closed. Goose bumps covered her arms, making her shiver.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Vincent murmured. “Just making sure we’re all on the same page.”
Stacy grinned and gripped his tie in her fist. “Shut up, Vincent,” she ordered as she tugged him toward her.
His lips slanted across hers. Soft and warm, they teased, brushing over her lips in sensual swipes that made her stomach flutter. She parted her lips in invitation, but he continued to tease. Gently, he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin as he let it go and she moaned, intrigued with the sensation, wanting more.
Jason’s hands slid inside her sweater, moving slowly upward along her ribs to the undersides of her breasts. His touch was soft, gentle, his kisses featherlight along her neck.
She’d never imagined being seduced by two men could be so sexy and overwhelming. One in front, one in back, their warmth seeping into her from all sides was like a heady drug swimming through her veins.
Vincent’s head tilted and he cupped her cheek, holding her hostage as his tongue slid past her lips to explore. With teasing strokes, he played with her tongue, coaxing her to respond in kind.
Stacy moaned, her fingers clutching the lapels of his suit jacket to keep from sagging to her knees. His kiss was so intoxicating. His taste so addictive.
Her breasts ached and tingled as Jason lifted his hands and cupped her mounds through the lace of her bra. Her moan became lost in Vincent’s kiss as Jason pinched at her nipples, his face still buried in her neck, his teeth nibbling softly at her ear.
The feeling of both of them pressing against her from opposite sides gave her such a rush of lust—a desperate need to be taken, pleasured. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this burning desire so strongly.
Vincent’s hand moved lower and lifted one of her legs to wrap around his hips. The long, thick length of his hard cock pressed into the V of her thighs, and she groaned, shifting her hips slightly to make better, firmer contact. His moan of approval vibrated against her nipples and became lost in her mouth as his kiss deepened, became more demanding.
Stacy answered in kind, battling his tongue for control as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Behind her, Jason slid his hand under her skirt and used his fingers to toy with the cleft of her ass, then lower to her aching pussy. His fingers slid through the juices coating her labia, and her hips shifted backward toward his touch.
“No underwear,” Jason purred in her ear. “I like that in a woman. Let go of her, Vincent.”
Trista Ann Michaels