Nate glanced around the room, realizing the hostess was right. People seated in the various booths were locked in passionate embraces, at the very least touching each other intimately. Many of them kissed. Some of them fondled, and he swore he saw a naked breast in the booth to the right of theirs.
He turned to find Janelle watching him, hunger in her blue eyes and she licked her lips invitingly. Her breathing was accelerated, he could tell by the rapid rise and fall of her chest and she reached for him, grabbing his hand.
She was aroused. Over him. He’d be a damn fool to turn her down.
Nate closed his eyes when she settled against him, her arm draping across his front, hand resting against his hip, her mouth directly by his ear. She melted all over him, her breasts cushioned against his chest, her thigh pressed to his, and he knew he should push her away.
It was unethical. He was neck deep in an important investigation, one he’d been working on for months, and he was ready to blow it to get into a chick’s panties. A woman he had no business getting involved with, since she happened to be the sister of one of his prime suspects.
Doing anything beyond questioning this woman was wrong. Forbidden.
Erotic moans sounded from the stage and Nate had to force himself to open his eyes. The woman’s mouth was stuffed full, her head bobbing up and down as she gave the man a blow job. The man’s head was thrown back, his hands tightly wound in her hair, his hips thrusting again and again.
All Nate could think of was Janelle doing the very same thing to him. Her wet and warm mouth wrapped around him, tongue licking, hands fondling his sac. Naked and submissive in front, her breasts swinging with her every movement as she brought him endless pleasure.
Christ. He felt like he was going to burst. The smell of sex permeated the room, musky and hanging heavy in the air and someone, somewhere, was most definitely getting some.
It made him want to be one of those getting some, too.
“Nate.” Her voice was a thready whisper and he looked at her, surprised at what he saw.
Janelle gazed up at him, arousal clearly shining in her sparkling eyes. She licked her lips, the pass of her sweet pink tongue making him ache inside.
He wanted to feel that tongue sweep across his hardening flesh. Wanted to feel her tongue tangling with his when he kissed her.
“Yeah?” His voice was gruff and he cleared his throat, desperate to clear his head.
“I want you to kiss me,” she whispered, tilting her head so that her lips brushed against his ear lobe. She tightened her arm around him.
Her sudden change in behavior confused him, though he didn’t want to question it. Maybe she’d simply fallen under the spell of the sexual atmosphere, much as he had.
“Please.” The single word rang in the heavy air between them, holding there in the silence that followed.
She wanted him, hopefully as much as he wanted her. And she wasn’t afraid to ask for it.
He cupped her dewy soft cheek, tracing her skin with his fingers. Their gazes locked and he felt like a drowning man. Ready to give it all up and jump into the sea of her eyes, lose himself inside her.
“Do it.” Her mouth moved against his, the breeze of her sweet breath making his lips part, desperate for a taste. “Don’t think, just kiss me. Hurry, before I change my mind and tell you to stop.”
No better words were ever spoken. He pushed all nagging thoughts aside and pressed his lips to hers, their mouths meeting again and again in simple, breath-stealing kisses. He licked the center of her lower lip and she parted for him, giving him access. He took it, tasting her, moving in closer, sliding his arm around her slim waist.
She broke the kiss first, turning to look at the couple on stage. “Watch them. Isn’t it beautiful?”
Now the woman was on her hands and knees, facing away from the man, waving her barely covered backside back and forth, trying to tempt him. He swatted her left cheek, the loud smack startling in the hushed silence of the club.
The woman yelped and then moaned low in her throat, her back arching provocatively. A chorus of moans rippled low and needy throughout the room. Nate couldn’t believe what was happening.
One quick grasp and the
woman’s black panties were gone, revealing the pale globes of her ass. The man ran his hands up and down her skin with slow, deliberate movements, murmuring soothing, unintelligible words just before he smacked her again. She cried out in delight, a shiver moving through her.
“You call that beautiful? How he’s smacking her?” Nate was incredulous.
“What would you call it?” She studied him, her gaze genuinely curious. He snuck his other hand between them, tracing the exposed skin of her chest, dipping his fingers between the hollow of her breasts.
“Hot. Sexy as hell. A major turn on. Beautiful? Not really.”
He heard the man’s hand connecting with the firm skin of the woman’s buttocks again and again. It echoed throughout the room, he could actually feel the arousal in the place rising to the breaking point and realized he was close to it as well.