His words and the lust-driven tone in his voice hit me like a jolt of electricity, and before I know it, I’m taking him by the hand and leading him out of the viewing room. The hallway is empty and dark. He shoves me against the wall, crashing his lips down onto mine in a brutal clash of teeth and tongue.

His need and hunger pour out of him in waves, and his body trembles as he wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me as close as humanly possible. I’ve never craved anyone’s attention the way I crave his. His taste was made for me—a liquid cocaine concocted for my taste buds, and mine alone.

His lips leave mine, trailing a hot strip across my jaw and down to my neck. Teeth sink into my pulse point, and I cry out, thrusting my hips into his as I gulp in a lungful of air. Thick, long fingers find their way under my shirt, dancing across my torso playfully, goosebumps raising in their wake.

Hushed voices reach our ears, pulling us out of our bubble. His eyes are glossy and hooded as he watches me. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here.” I grab his hand again, leading him down the hall. He tugs on me as he stands in place, not letting me go too far.

“Isn’t this a sex club…? Aren’t there places you can fuck me here?” He’s horny and pouting, and it’s such a turn-on.

I almost indulge him and take him into one of the empty rooms but— “It’s weird, okay?” I spit out in a hurry. “I can’t fuck you while thinking my sister is down the hall or next door, fucking her husband, who’s tied up with a ball gag in his mouth. I just can’t.”

Cash throws his head back, cackling so loud people walking further down the hall stop and turn around to see what the ruckus is about.

“What the fuck is so funny, Bambi?”

He snorts, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “You, ya weirdo. Let’s go, then. I need you to fuck me and wouldn’t want to traumatize you with the possibility that Molly might be fucking her husband.” His tone is dripping with sarcasm. Now it’s his turn to grab my hand and lead us out of the building.

As we reach the car, I roughly shove him against the hood, bending him at the waist. His pants are still undone from the viewing room, so without warning, I shove them down, along with his underwear. My palm cracks down on his bare ass twice, hard enough for it to sting my hand. The sound echoing in the empty parking lot. He looks over his shoulder, a mix of shock and arousal radiating off him.