But he’d watch.

If I was reading this right, he’d still go to Club Joi, sit back in a viewing room, watch all sorts of sex play out in front of him, get turned on, then he’d fuck me in private.

He’d get his kink and get off.

Ugh.

Every ounce of my self-respect screamed at me to tell him to go fuck himself. It was all or nothing. Me or the club. I would not and could not be the sex toy that was nothing more than a glorified receptacle.

That was gross.

Disgusting, even.

But for my plan to work I had to play the part. I had to swallow my pride and dignity and get what I could from Adam. He was nothing more than a pawn.

I’d never be his.

The thought shouldn’t have crushed me—evidence suggested he was a total douchebag—but it still did.

“Fine. No touching or being touched. But only if you promise I get no problems from you while I’m at work. I have a job to do, and I can’t have anything fucking that up.”

Those already narrowed eyes turned to slits before he cleared his expression.

“Tomorrow night, my house, six. I’ll text you the address.”

“I have to be at work at eight.”

“And?”

“That only gives you two hours.”

A devilish smile tugged at his lips, making my already wet panties wetter.

“Sweetness, if you’re worried about me having time to get you off, don’t. You get that hot for me from a kiss I can’t wait to watch you come apart when I get my mouth on that sweet pussy.”

I wanted to remind him it wasn’t all from the kiss but it mostly was. He was fantastic with his mouth so I was pretty sure with it between my legs I’d have an out-of-body experience, and since I wasn’t living life in the real world but in this dark and murky underworld, I was going to take every pleasure I could from Adam without feeling a morsel of degradation.

I was aiming for nonchalance, but I was pretty sure I was panting when I said, “We’ll see.”

“Yeah, baby, we will. We’re also gonna hear you chantin’ my name when you come on my tongue.”

“Just on your tongue?” I teased. “No other parts of you are gonna make me—”

My words died when Adam flexed his hips and I felt the hard length of him press against my inner thigh.

“Just my tongue. By the time I give you my cock you’ll be incapable of speech.”

With that, Adam pressed a kiss on my forehead, moved down to press another on my throat, then continued farther, and feather-light dragged his tongue down between my bra-clad boobs. He didn’t go for more, just that, a tease of his tongue.

“Gotta roll out, Sloane, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And with that, he nabbed his phone and rolled.

Off the bed, then out the door.

I lay there unsure how I felt about this. He didn’t pause to take in my mostly naked body. He didn’t ogle me, even though he could’ve. He didn’t look back, he just left.