Sinfully Mine(5)

“Is Pinky a man or a woman?” he asks.

“Does it matter?” I press my lips together.

“Not really.” He shrugs. “I’m just trying to follow along.”

“Pinky is a fifty-eight-year-old woman.” There’s nothing like a slap to the face or your self-confidence than finding your boyfriend balls deep inside a grandmother. Fuck my life.

“Damn, Macey.” Reece shakes his head. “You’re beautiful and sexy, and deserve much more than that. I’d say you dodged a fucking bullet with that guy. He’s obviously a total fuckwit.”

I smile, despite myself. Maybe it’s being in the presence of Reece, or maybe it’s the liquor, but I’m feeling better than I have in days.

“Yeah. I’m just ready to move on.” And it’s the truth. I wasn’t in love with Tony, but we lived together and were in a committed, monogamous relationship, or at least I was. But that’s over now.

“And your job?” he asks.

“The station was downsizing. I saw the writing on the wall.” I shrug.

“And so you’re here.”

“I am.” I don’t know if he means here as in Crave, or here as in Chicago, but doubt creeps in. “I’m sorry I just showed up like this. My intention was to go to Cam’s for the night. Figure out my next move after that. But it’s New Year’s and I wasn’t thinking. Of course, he’s not home. I’m sure he’s out on the town.”

“He’s upstairs, actually.”

Shock slams into me. “He’s here?”

“Uh . . .”

I’ve never see Reece speechless before, but several minutes of awkward silence follow before he manages a response.

“Shit. I shouldn’t have assumed you knew about his membership here.”

“He’s a member?” I can’t even. My straitlaced attorney of a brother is into BDSM? What in the actual fuck?

“Dammit.” Reece curses under his breath before signaling the big-breasted bartender for another. “Yeah. Sorry to burst your innocence bubble.”

I take a deep, calming breath, realizing I’ve been staring at him with wide eyes and a look of shock frozen on my face. “Actually, that’s what I’m hoping you’ll help me with.”

“What’s that?”

With my pulse pounding and my hands trembling, I pull back my shoulders and look straight into his eyes. “Six years ago, you stopped things before we got to the main event.”

He licks his lips. Lips that are full and demanding, yet soft. Lips that once did wicked things to my body. “It was the right thing to do.”

Although I disagree, I don’t argue because I’m thinking over my strategy. I’m no quitter. I’ve lusted after Reece Jackson for at least a decade, and now I’m single and living in the same city as him again. After the hell Tony put me through, it’s time to have some fun. I didn’t expect to learn Reece owned a BDSM club, but if I’m honest, I have to admit it only makes me more curious. When in Rome . . .

He’s always been that unobtainable older guy—my brother’s best friend—and now the knowledge that he knows his way around a toy box only has my body humming that much more. The memories of our years together haunt me; we still have unfinished business.

I set out to prove to him that I would make something of myself after he cast me aside. But all roads led right back to where I started. Reece. I can’t help but remember the night I almost lost my virginity—or rather, my failed attempt at it.

Him with a large bulge in his pants. Me with my panties pulled to the side while I fingered myself, trying to tempt him. The pained expression on his face as he watched.

I ache just thinking about it. I felt rejected and ridiculous. Shit, I still do. All of it rushes back through me like it was just yesterday. It’s time to let go of the past and make some new memories.

Glancing around the club, I take in its secretive, sexual allure, and the desire to be a bit reckless nudges at me. I meet Reece’s eyes as the familiar powerful chemistry crackles between us. “I’m here because I want to experience this.”

“What exactly do you want to experience?” he asks, his eyes narrowing.

“You tell me, you’re the Dom.” I fight off a sassy smile, trying not to taunt him. “I told you. I’ve just come out of a less-than-ideal situation, and all I want is sex—no, good sex—and a few orgasms to forget my own damn name.”

“And how does this involve me, Macey?”

My heart sinks a little. I’ll admit, this is random. I get that. I haven’t seen or spoken to Reece in years. But he owns a sex club. Clearly there’s no better man for the job.