Cam laughed. “Oh good point.”
Fergus realized this was how she won her court cases. She not only had the facts at her fingertips, but she presented them in an engaging way that made her listeners nod and smile. Damn he loved—no, he appreciated—her quick wit and sharp mind. All he had to do now was get her body naked and in the bedroom he’d reserved upstairs. That was the real challenge of the evening.
Fergus waited until he and Cam had eaten their desserts and Sierra had declined even a tiny taste of each of them, and they’d drunk their beverages, then he stood. “It’s time to move on now.”
He knew that should arouse their interest. He had suggested there was another step before the night ended, and if they checked the time they’d see it wasn’t really late yet, so hopefully would be willing to find out what he’d planned.
He hoped to hell they would anyway.
* * * *
Sierra had a habit of always absorbing as much information about where she was discreetly, without appearing to stare or ask questions. For a start, she was a naturally curious person and liked to know. But secondly, it made her appear smart when she knew things no one else had bothered to find out. When she knew where she was going, she invariably Googled the venue as well, just so she had a basic feel for the layout of the building. Who knew when she might need the bathroom in a hurry after all?
So although this place was a surprise destination, she’d seen the sign to the dungeons, downstairs, and to the private rooms, upstairs, and remembered the basic layout from the time she’d been brought here by her colleagues. Not that they’d gone anywhere except the main floor on that occasion.
When Fergus led them upstairs, she guessed he wanted them to go to bed together, not to do a dungeon scene. She was feeling very happy with the men, but all in all was happier with the idea of a fucking than a beating. Not that a beating might not be delightful in its own way, but more that she’d rather do a little deeper research of her own before she reached that stage. Whereas a few orgasms—since there were two men surely that meant she’d get two orgasms—would be truly excellent.
Being an intensely logical person she was well aware that by going upstairs with the two men she was implicitly agreeing to sex on the second date, when her stated position was not until at least the third or fourth date, and often not at all. But she felt happy and relaxed around these men. They were excellent company, damn hot to look at, and, inexplicably, she seemed to know them as well as if they’d been together much longer than just a bit over a week. Instinctively she knew they were trustworthy. She was an excellent judge of character and she knew they were good men.
Besides, she’d looked around the crowd very carefully and not seen anyone she knew. Most people would assume she was dining with clients or potential clients anyway, but she felt more relaxed not being watched by people who might comment on her being there at some future time. So, with her career not in danger, she could appreciate and look forward to sex with these men whose company she very much enjoyed.
Sierra followed Fergus up two flights of stairs and into room 405. She stepped into the room and looked around with great interest. Not only hadn’t she ever been into a private room at a BDSM club before, she’d never visited a private room in a brothel either. You’ve led such a sheltered life, Sierra!
The bed was the largest one she’d ever seen, big enough for a football team, not just a threesome. The headboard was mirrored as was the ceiling, and hanging from two big chains dropping down from the ceiling over the bed was a sex swing. She’d never seen a real one of these either, just pictures on websites. At least if a person falls off they’d land on the bed. Occupational Health and Safety Requirements, I suppose. She snorted.
“Have you ever had sex on a swing, Sierra?” asked Fergus.
“Not yet.” She didn’t mind him knowing she was open to the idea. Open, hell she’d welcome it. And sex in the bed as well.
She liked these two men very much. She didn’t have time to waste trialing relationships endlessly, and no doubt this one would die as soon as she cancelled a few dates because of urgent cases, or unexpected court appearances. Men hated being stood up, but her career always had and always would come first. However, right here and right now she was ready to play with them. As long as they had condoms of course.
She’d had the pregnancy-prevention implant, but that didn’t protect her from sexually transmitted diseases so condoms were nonnegotiable for sex with her.
“Let’s sit on the bed for a moment,” suggested Fergus.
Sierra pulled the red velvet quilt down to the end of the bed, folded it neatly in halves, quarters, eighths, and then placed it on the shelf beside the television. She stepped out of her shoes before sitting on the bed beside the men.