After what feels like forever, the last drop squirts out, and he releases me with a pop. He stands right up, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and bringing our lips together. His tongue slips into my mouth, and my cock twitches again when I taste myself on him.

My arms wrap around his waist as I hold him close and continue kissing him until we’re both in need of oxygen. I nuzzle my face into his neck as he holds me. Neither of us making any attempt to move or get dressed for several minutes.

“So,” he mumbles into my hair, “is this what you wanted to talk about last night?”

I smile against his neck before pressing a kiss down on him. “Yeah, basically.” I pull back so we’re eye to eye. “I’d like to take things slow, but it feels worth it for me to explore what we have here.”

“Sucking my dick while I’m in a business meeting is slow to you?” He laughs, eyes gleaming with humor.

“Shut up.” I playfully shove him. “I don’t mean with sex. I mean… with our hearts. My heart.”

“I’m giving you a hard time, Bambi. I know what you mean, and I’m okay with it.”

“You are?” My heart thumps wildly behind my ribs.

“Of course, I am. Do you still want to get dinner tonight after work?”

“Absolutely. Think we worked up quite an appetite.” Wrapping my hand around his nape, I pull him toward me, pressing our lips together, sealing what I hope is our fresh start.

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty

Stone Philips

“So, explain this again. It’s a strip club and an underground sex club?”

Cash has his hands clasped in his lap as he looks at me from the passenger seat. The nerves lacing his tone are adorable.

“Yes. Julian’s MC runs it. It’s the grand opening.” Merging onto the highway, I turn my blinker on and switch over to the exit lane. It’s Friday night and we’re on our way to Club Mayhem. I’m a little surprised Cash agreed to come.

“Is everyone going to be like fucking out in the open?”

“Not that I know of. They hired a dominatrix to perform some show, which I guess could include sex. I’m really not sure.” Looking over at him, I place my hand on his thigh. “We don’t have to go if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“It doesn’t,” he urges. “It’s just interesting. I don’t know what we’re walking into, but I definitely want to go. Could be kinda hot.”

The bashful smile he throws my way makes my pulse go haywire. The club is only about fifteen minutes from his house. We pull into a parking spot just after ten, the lot packed with motorcycles and cars alike.