One More Rule (Blindfold Club 2.50)

Even without seeing him, I could feel Logan’s gaze boring into me. “No, he doesn’t,” he answered for Dominic.

But since I had obeyed my fiancé, he rewarded me. My breath evaporated in a shiver when my panties were tugged to the side and a finger plunged inside. My fingernails dug into his forearm at the welcomed intrusion.

“Slow,” the rough voice echoed in my ear, just a whisper. “Don’t rush me, or I’ll stop. You don’t want that, do you?”

I shook my head and clamped my teeth together to choke back the plea for more, and faster, and harder. God, all of what he’d give me, if only I had patience. Pleasure grew in slow waves, building with Dominic’s painstakingly slow pace, and the thumb that teased my clit.

A soft moan slipped from my lips. If he expected me to be quiet, he was going to have to tell me.

“Ready to start revising the rule?” Logan’s tone was wicked. “If I put my hand up your skirt, am I going to find your pussy wet and ready for me?”

Evie gasped. “Oh my God.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Dominic’s mouth captured mine, and his tongue slid past my lips. It possessed and tasted, and I returned the kiss with the same intensity he fed me. My next moan was louder, and two fingers delved into my greedy body. The stretch was delicious, but wasn’t enough. His skilled fingers were amazing, but I hungered for the real thing.

Time began to blur. It was burned up by the heat Dominic was injecting me with. Abruptly the fingers retreated and I whined, but Dominic shushed me. He fucking shushed me—

The wet fingers were shoved in my mouth, cutting me off. I sucked them clean, and it was then I realized why. Tracy stood in front of us, her bra and panties back on, and an expectant look.

“It’s eighty,” she said softly.

Dominic pulled out his wallet and pushed the Yen aside, digging out the American money. He counted out five twenty-dollar bills and handed them over. “Thanks.”

“Thank you.” She winked, thrilled with the tip. “Can I get you guys anything?”

“Yeah. There was a blonde on the main stage when we got here—”

“The one with the amazing pole skills,” I interrupted.

Tracy slipped the twenties into her garter. “Ashley. I’ll see if she’s available to party with you.”

As soon as she was out the door, Dominic reached for his glass of whiskey, and he chuckled right before tipping the glass back. It was because Evie had hurled herself into Logan’s lap and his hand disappeared under her skirt.

“You can tell me you don’t want to fuck,” Logan said, “but your body says otherwise.”

Evie sighed and clung to him. “You know I want to. This is all your fault.”

“How’s that?”

“You’re the one with all the rules and who loves anticipation.”

His expression was skeptical. Clearly he didn’t believe her.

“Green . . .” She kissed his lips. “Yellow.” She rocked her hips on him. “Red.” Her hand gripped his cock through his pants. “You’ve taught me all about the build-up, boss.”

Logan looked smug. His dark eyes studied her as he continued to move his hand between her legs.

“You let me know . . .” she said in a tight voice, “when you think you’re so persuasive that I’m going to cave.”

His short laugh was full of confidence. “I’ll let you know when I start, but here’s a clue. I’ll have a blindfold on.”

Evie’s expression shifted into one of fear. “Wait, I’ve changed my mind. You can’t go down on me.”

Logan hesitated. “What?”

“No oral. Well, I can still go down on you—”