Page 134 of The Irresistible One
A courtesy visit. As a business owner, I appreciated her effort.
“You could say I’ve been hit with the former,” I explained.
Her brows rose. “I hope everything is all right?”
“It’s more than all right.” I pointed at the other side of the bar, at the blonde whose beauty was so achingly overpowering that not a single woman in here compared. Her placement was intentional—I wanted her lips to goad me in. “She’s mine.”
And she was now in every aspect since she and Abbi had moved in. I got to wake up next to her, go to bed with her. She was the first scent I breathed in each morning and the last whisper I heard before I closed my eyes at night.
“Ms. Rivers is yours?” Pepper confirmed.
Sophie stared at me like there was no one else here. As if we were the only ones at the club and she was standing naked before me, waiting for me to take her body.
“Yes,” I said.
“You’re a lucky man, Mr. Weston. She’s positively stunning.”
I finally glanced at Pepper again. “She is.”
“And I see she’s going to be your wife, if I assumemineis what I think it means and that massive diamond on her finger was placed there by you.”
A month ago, Sophie had said yes during an evening neither of us would ever forget. Details I wouldn’t share with anyone who wasn’t close. Pepper wasn’t in that circle.
“You’re very observant,” I voiced to her.
“Part of my job is studying people, Mr. Weston.” She got up from the barstool. “I’m not sure if you’re aware, but we have many couples as members, and we have the capabilities to give them more private areas of pleasure if they’re interested in being separate from the masses. If that becomes a need, don’t hesitate to reach out.”
When I had met Sophie, she had bonded with a leggy brunette. But since we’d been together, she hadn’t brought up a want of having other women join us. I had zero desire to share her, even with another woman. But if that continued to be her fantasy, I wouldn’t take it away, and this would be the area of Lush where we needed to visit.
“If that becomes a need, one of us will be in touch.”
She nodded. “Enjoy.”
“Oh, I fucking will.” I tilted my head back and poured the rest of my vodka down my throat before I set the empty on the bar top and made my way over to Sophie’s side.
I couldn’t wait another minute.
Her stare followed me until I was behind her. That was when my distance became a mystery to her. When I would touch her. Where she would feel me.
And the wait, as I could see, was giving her goose bumps.
“I can smell you.” She didn’t turn around when she spoke. “And I can feel your warmth.”
Six inches away, and my hands clutched at my sides aching to caress her body. My tongue wanted to lick every fucking inch of her. My cock throbbed.
Even from the back, she looked gorgeous. Her shoulders, where soft and creamy skin collided, were bare. The dress was a gold netting that wrapped around her body, starting at the center of her tits and ending mid-thigh. If she were in the right light and the correct angle, it was see-through.
I knew because I’d watched her put it on.
“How badly do you want me, Sophie?”
She turned her neck as though my lips were at the base of it and I was kissing up to her ear. “You couldn’t possibly understand how bad.”
“What spots want me the most?”
I didn’t care that there were members sitting close by. I wanted them to hear. I wanted them to watch.
I wanted them to know what was mine.
