Page 30 of Too Old for Love

Before Jordan stepped out, two women entered through a side door guarded by velvet rope. The nearest attendant unhooked it at once.

Samantha wore a black dress that swallowed the colored lights. Abigail followed in pale gray, her expression calm and unreadable as she crossed the room without acknowledging the people who moved aside for her.

Piper casually walked toward the manager, whispering in his ear. He shook his head and Piper handed him ten-grand in cash. He stared at the stack of bills and nodded.

The two newly arrived women took their seats at a reserved table close to the stage. A small brass plaque gleamed between them, and an untouched bottle waited in a bucket of melting ice.

None of the undercover team reacted openly. Magnus faced the curtain, Rory lifted his tray, O’Hara lowered his gaze, and Bron let the shifting crowd erase him again.

Mila forced herself to cheer with everyone else. The motion felt false in her throat, but Samantha’s glance skimmed across her and moved on.

The curtain rippled. A tall silhouette paused behind it, nearly motionless, while red light seeped around the edges like smoke under a locked door.

Jordan stepped into the spotlight, composed yet somehow pale beneath the glare. His eyes swept the front tables, found Samantha and Abigail, and stopped for half a second too long.

That brief hesitation was all Mila needed. Jordan knew them all too well, and whatever brought him onto that stage may or may not have been his choice.

The bass returned with a violent thud, and the lights began to spin. Under cover of the crowd’s renewed frenzy, Samantha leaned toward Abigail and pointed—not at Jordan, but directly at Mila.

Whatever Jordan was taking, he was miserably hard, his hips gyrating back and forth, up and down. His dark skin glistened with sweat and baby oil, while he humped the pole to women shrieking, praying that it might be them.

But it was the men on the team that saw something the women did not. He was in pain. His penis was so hard, and most likely for too long, he was weak and hurting himself.

“He could be experiencing urinary tract or bladder issues,” said Addie into the transmitter. “He looks as if he’s in terrible pain.”

His music finished and he gathered the bills on the floor, blowing kisses to his audience. Across the floor, Samantha and Abigail started to stand, no doubt to head to their usual private room.

Instead, the manager touched their shoulders and shook his head. The women glared at him as Piper, Addie, Mila, and Lucia stood from their table. Mila turned toward the two women and smiled, raising her glass of champagne feigning a toast to them.

Inside the private room the women looked around at the velvet sofas. They were tempted to break out the sanitizer but knew they were being watched.

“Relax ladies,” said the voice of AJ, now perfectly clear without the music. “Cameras are frozen and the music is turned off in the room.”

They all smiled, grateful once again for the genius of their team. The door opened behind the velvet curtain and then shut, Jordan spreading the drapes with a big smile.

“Hi…oh. You’re new,” he said with a strange look.

“You look disappointed,” said Piper, crossing her long, lean, muscular legs. She was tanned and her body was still in peak physical condition. He grinned down at her and licked his lips.

“My friends and I would like some private time,” said Addie standing and running her finger down his chest. The tented thong told them he was ready for something and if things got out of control, he could get angry.

“Baby, if you paid, I’m all about the private time,” he said with a gleaming smile.

“That’s good,” said Lucia from behind him. He heard the click of the lock and the door opening again. Four men walked in and he frowned looking at the women, then back at the men.

“Hey, I’m not usually into dudes but if you’re willing and pay extra, I’m all about working my kink out.”

“Fuck off,” growled Rory. Jordan’s face darkened and he flexed his muscles only to be flexed back by Rory. “Please. Don’t embarrass yourself.”

“What do you want?” he asked staring at the others. He tried to wave at the cameras and O’Hara shook his head.

“Sorry, brother. Cameras are on the fritz. Tell us about Colt.”

“I’m leaving,” he said trying to make his way to the door. It was useless, Magnus and Bron were both blocking the door and there was no way he was getting through them.

Lucia bit her lip and looked at her husband with a knowing glance. She stepped closer to Jordan, her hand sliding down his abdomen.

“You look like you could use a little help,” she said in a throaty, sexy voice. “That’s an awful lot of blood flow going to one place.”