Evie’s gaze seemed unable to leave Tracy’s hypnotizing pussy. “About?”
“The guidelines, naughty girl. I need to know . . . what’s allowed.”
The dancer’s ankles came together. She stood straight, arched her back, and the panties fell to a heap at her feet. Holy fuck, she looked good in nothing but her money, glasses, and high heels. Dominic and I didn’t get to look at the long, nude curve of her body for more than a few seconds. She turned to face the couch and knelt between Logan’s knees while her hands ran along his inseam, working her way up.
“Fucking shit.” Logan combed his fingers through his hair and tipped his head back on the couch. Evie was sucking on his neck. Tracy’s hands unbuckled his belt. His pants were unsnapped and a zipper dropped. Oh my God.
It wasn’t clear if Logan was trying to sit up and stop Tracy, or if he was moving to make it easier. By the time he was sitting upright, the fully naked woman dropped down into his lap, right over his erection covered by a thin layered of black cotton.
“Shit. Shit, wait a minute,” he said. His hands were on her undulating hips in an attempt to stop her. His eyes were hooded with lust, but still focused on Evie. But this didn’t seem to bother his fiancé.
“Does she feel good?” Evie’s smile was diabolical, and pride burned warm in my veins. It was exciting to see this side of her, the one who was powerful. It had come out for a moment in Logan’s darkened bedroom that night last September when she’d let me join them. She’d pushed Logan right to the edge. Her voice was as commanding now as it had been then. “Tell me how bad you want me.”
“Goddamnit.”
“Tell me,” Evie goaded, “what you want to do to me.”
Tracy slithered over his cock, her pussy grinding against him. Were his eyes going to roll back into his head? He looked a half-second away from tossing Tracy away, slamming Evie into the couch, pushing her panties aside, and taking her in one, quick thrust.
He seemed like he might give up with his next breath.
“I want you to ride my fingers.” He was panting now. His face had an intense, raw expression. “I want you coming on my face. Now, fucking tell me . . . is that allowed?”
“You’ll violate the nudity—”
“No, naughty girl.” He gave her a frantic kiss, as if he only had a fingertip’s grip on his control. “Payton has blindfolds.”
Of course. Kind of cheating, but not. Clever, Logan.
chapter
FIVE
Evie’s blue eyes blinked at his question, and it was so clear. She wanted to say yes desperately, but also feared what giving him that power would do. I feared it as well. Men were most persuasive when they were on their knees.
“Answer me.” It was a whisper from Logan, but his demanding tone made it sound loud.
“Yes,” Evie said breathlessly. “But if you peek, I win.”
Logan’s smile was a million miles wide. “That won’t happen, but I get it.”
Tracy picked up the pace, sliding faster on him and the muscles along Logan’s jawline flexed. He looked like he was enduring punishment.
The pads of Dominic’s fingers traced circles on my knee and threatened to venture up onto my inner thigh. My legs parted slightly to make room and encourage, but he didn’t take the bait. He just sat there, tracing his infuriating and teasing circles while I ached for his touch.
The song faded out and was replaced by another, and the waves of Tracy’s hips slowed to a stop. “You want another dance, sexy?”
“No, thank you.” It was tight and relieved from Logan.
Oh, hell no. He’d survived the lap dance, but I sensed he was wound tighter than a spring. Maybe he just needed another push.
“She wants a dance,” I said, gesturing to Evie. “My treat.”
The noise of protest that escaped Logan sounded suspiciously nervous, as Tracy lifted onto her knees and began crawling into Evie’s lap. Who went statue-still with shock.
“You can touch me,” Tracy whispered, her voice warm like honey. “Forget about club rules, I don’t mind.” Her knees were planted on either side of Evie’s lap, and her hands tousled her light brown hair. Then her palms flowed down her neck, over her bare breasts, tweaking her nipples to keep them hard. Or maybe she simply enjoyed the sensation.
Tracy finished wandering her own body, and traveled over to the front of Evie’s dress. Her fingers dipped inside the neckline. Evie’s mouth fell open but no sound came out.