“Just a little one. Please?”
He eased the door open a slit, said, “Give me a minute,” and shut it again. “I wish you wouldn’t. How about just some champagne?”
“And a teeny, tiny bit of absinthe.”
Her smile was dazzling, her voice soft and breathy, and a more punctilious man than he would have had to be standing there to refuse so sweet a request. “Just a little bit now.”
“Yes, yes, whatever you say.”
Good God, it was hard to resist such honeyed wheedling. He didn’t. But he did say, “This is the last, even tiny, drink, tiger. I’m cutting you off.”
“Of course,” she said as if she actually meant it, then proceeded to drain the glass in one swallow.
As he walked to the door, he glanced at the clock, because no way was Nicole going to last much longer. As he let the nude performers in, he said, “This might be over in a hurry, so watch for my signal to leave. The lady is feeling no pain.”
The pretty woman of the trio smiled at Rafe. “We could stay for you.”
“Thank you, but no. My fiancée was the one interested in your performance.”
Returning to the bed, Rafe settled Nicole in his arms and murmured in her ear, “Now you can give instructions if you think of something. Or tell me and I’ll specify what you want.”
She shook her head in a frantic little motion on his shoulder. “No way.”
“We’re ready,” Rafe said.
The men were large and muscled, the woman small in relation to them, so one of the men set down a small wooden platform he’d carried in and helped the woman up onto it. In the meantime, the other man hit a switch on the wall and a bar suspended between two chains slowly descended from the ceiling above the woman. When it reached a suitable position where she could reach up comfortably and grip it, the switch was turned off. The woman stood between the two men, one in front of her, the other behind, her pussy and bottom at a level with the men’s erections.
The men began kissing and caressing her, stroking her softly with their hands, fingering her gently, testing her readiness, their dicks engorged and fully prepared for action. Her eyes shut as one man slid two fingers up her pussy at the same time the other man tested her rear entrance with the tip of his dick.
“Non, non,” she whispered, writhing slightly at the pressure. Whether acting or real, was uncertain. Her hips were stilled in a hard grip by the man behind her and she shuddered.
Nicole gasped, held on tightly to Rafe’s arm, and shifted slightly on the bed.
The next few moments, the man in front gently sucked on the woman’s nipples, added a third finger to her pussy, and soon she was softly panting. He gave a nod to his partner, who eased his dick in her ass a fraction more.
Nicole jerked at her soft cry, sucked in a breath, and groaned.
Rafe slipped his hand between her legs, ran his fingertips up her slick, pulsing cleft, felt her hard, steady throbbing beneath his fingers. “Can you wait until they finish?” he whispered.
Eyes shut, she shook her head.
“You sure? There’s more.”
Her fingers closed hard over his dick, squeezed harder. He glanced up, said, “Thank you. You may leave.” And before the performers were out the door, he was deep inside Nicole and trying to keep her from coming in under five seconds.
“Hey, hey, wait.” He withdrew slightly.
She dragged him back, pulled him deep inside her, whispered, “Don’t want to,” and promptly began to come.
What the hell, he thought, it wasn’t as though she ever waited. And kicking ass, he caught up to her and came that first time right on cue.
She was all warm and cuddly in her half-wasted state and in the mood to kiss him all over repeatedly. This was a side of the feisty woman he’d come to adore that he hadn’t seen before.
And as if she was a mind reader, she looked up from sucking on his dick, giggled, and asked, “Do you mind if I’m overzealous kissing-wise tonight?”
He laughed. “Anytime pussycat. I’ll never say no.”
“Oh, good.” And she got back to business.
Chapter 24
“Christ, two twenty-five a.m. Don’t they know the time here in Paris?” Dominic grumbled, understanding his calls came in from all over the world. Rolling over, he grabbed his phone on the bedside table and hit the Answer icon.
“You’re not going to like to hear this, but I just saw your niece Nicole.”
Dominic recognized Julian Wilson’s LA drawl; they’d run into each other yesterday at a business dinner. “So?”
“At the Chandelier Club.”
“What?” Dominic sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.