Leaning back in my chair, I was the definition of a man relaxing without a care in the world. Like my hand wasn’t squeezing the tumbler of amber liquid so tight I feared it would shatter at any moment.

And when I caught Amara glancing my way out of the corner of her eye, I almost lost it. She wanted me to watch—she liked it. Fuck, this woman would be the end of me. Hell, she almost killed me after she walked away without even finishing what we started.

I’d spent the last week in Cincinnati looking around every corner, hoping to catch a glimpse of her dark hair and sassy mouth. Then Ian briefly mentioned we’d see her tonight, and I hadn’t been the same since. When was the last time I’d craved a woman for more than a night or two? Never.

Speaking of, I glanced to Ian, gauging his reaction to me watching the show, but his eyes never left his wife. He mentioned tonight was a special night for Carina, but I hadn’t known the details.

Carina wove her arms around Amara, brushing her fingers through the long dark curtain of hair draped down her back.

“I thought the customers weren’t allowed to touch the performers,” I uttered to Ian.

“The owners have a soft spot for Carina, so when she said she wanted to make me watch her play with a woman, they made it happen.”

“Fuck,” I breathed. For the first time, I understood why Ian pushed for everyone to be in the same marital bliss. I never wanted to settle down, but I’m sure a woman like Carina could even make a priest leave his position.

Even still, with the two coiled around each other and no space between their swaying bodies, I couldn’t look away from Amara. I raked my gaze over her long, lean limbs—her petite frame and full breasts. Fuck me, her breasts were what men dreamed of—what I dreamed of. As soon as I saw her, I wanted to command her to come with me so I could finish what we started. I’d tell her to open her mouth and wrap those full, ruby lips around my head when I finally came.

I barely breathed through the first song of their dance, impatient to find out how far Carina would go. What did Ian really mean when he said she wanted to play with a woman. Only seconds into the next song, I found out.