Under any other circumstance she would have loved to talk about her art, but after the hand-off on the balcony she couldn’t think. Art was on another planet. Her body was in a galaxy of its own, waiting to exist with Cole and Deacon.
“Tell me, Abby, have you planned on seeing the Bellagio’s exhibit while you are in town?” he asked.
Deacon elbowed her in the side, bringing her back to the conversation. She preferred daydreaming in her sex galaxy.
“Oh, the exhibit?” She looked at Deacon.
He nodded. “I plan on taking her before we leave Sunday. Our schedule is full while we’re here, but I’ve heard it’s one-of-a-kind.”
She liked the way Deacon winked at her.
“Good. Good. A true artist never misses an opportunity to see great work. I know you are quite the connoisseur yourself.”
Deacon agreed, “I am. I like to think I have excellent taste in artists.”
Abby didn’t feel like an artist at the moment. She felt like a sex goddess, exploring something forbidden and delicious. She looked around the room and spotted Cole. He beckoned her with the crook of his finger.
“If you’ll excuse me,” she apologized. “I think Cole needs to discuss something with me. Probably about the announcement tomorrow.”
“It was nice to meet you,” the board member tipped his glass in her direction, but she only had one focus—Cole.
“I see you are cozying up to our big backers,” he teased.
She smiled when she reached his arm. “He suggested I see the Bellagio art exhibit. Deacon said he would take me.”
He leaned toward her ear. “I want to take you somewhere too.”
“Oh?” She felt the thrill spread through her body. Not wearing panties was incredibly dangerous. Every step she took reminded her she had left them in the suite for a specific reason.
The black dress hugged her body tightly.
Cole led her to a closet in the hallway. She stared at him. “The coat check?”
He tipped his head. “Ladies first.”
She walked in front of him, spinning into his arms as he closed the door and locked it from the inside.
“Were you looking for this?” He withdrew the baton from his pocket.
“How did you get it from Deacon? I was with him the entire time.”
He laughed. “I tried to tell you. All we want is to make sure you’re happy. You’re fulfilled. We’ll take care of all the details. All you have to do is enjoy the ride.”
She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe Deacon too. But it seemed too good to be true. Why were they willing to give her so much? And why was she so eager to take it?
Cole’s mouth pressed against hers. She fell into the kiss, wanting to think less than she usually did. Giving in to the impulses felt good. It felt reckless and sexy.
His hands moved through her hair, drawing her mouth deeper to his.
“Can you come for me?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” He hiked her dress up higher than it had been on the balcony. “Turn around and grab the bar.”
She did as he asked. Securing her hands in between dinner jackets.
She sucked in a heavy breath when she felt the baton settle against her backside. He pressed the tip to her tight rosebud. “Ohh, I want it Cole.”