Craving You

“You want to be one of my weaknesses?” Loralai asked Tague.

“Yes.”

She got to her feet and offered him her hand. “Come with me.”

Tague realized he’d probably follow her to the ends of the goddamn earth, he was that ensnared. And though climbing the staircase to the top floor was downright painful, given his steel erection, he let her lead him. While admiring the view of her enticing backside. Her tight ass that he wanted to squeeze, bite, fuck.

They reached the landing and she crossed to an office door and swiped her index finger over the electronic biometric reader while her other hand remained engulfed in his. The lock released and Loralai pushed the door open. Stepped inside with Tague in tow.

The spacious room was decorated in plush white with ice-blue satin accents and a plethora of glass art, including the wall that looked out over the lounge. It was an intricate design of crystal-cut silver and pale blue stained panes that skewed the images lying beyond, but cast shimmery hazes throughout the dimly lit office, the only other glowing illumination being the chandeliers on low settings.

The remaining walls were adorned with large flat screens, showcasing various angles of the club from the security cameras, one area in particular being the reserved table Loralai and Tague had just vacated.

Tague’s gaze continued to sweep the room. Behind a glass-topped desk sat a pretty, delicate blond in a sapphire strapless dress, the hem as short as Loralai’s.

The blond smiled coyly. “You two could single-handedly burn this place to the ground with just the heated looks you give each other.” Her nearly translucent tawny eyes glowed with exhilaration. “Your intensity is off the charts,” she specifically told Tague. Then her gaze shifted to Loralai. “And you… Jesus. You’re flush and clearly excited. By him.”

“Tague,” Loralai said, “This is Meg Saunders.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” he told the blond.

She stood, smoothed a hand over her flat stomach to straighten her skirt and then rounded the desk, extending a slim, bejeweled hand. “It’s pleasure to meet you, Tague. Loralai has told me all about you. And from what I’ve seen on the monitors, you’ve more than sparked her interest. Congratulations. I was beginning to fear no one would.”

“Meg,” Loralai gently scolded. “Some things between me and you remain private.”

The blond gave a slight shake of her head. “No. You need to be honest, Loralai. About everything. For instance… Why did you bring him here?”

Myriad emotions crossed Loralai’s beautiful face. Meg gave her a kind smile, as though she read every expression.

Tague instantly envied the secret knowledge Meg possessed. Yet as much as his assertive nature urged him to press for the two women to

vocalize the silent exchange that passed between best friends and ex-lovers, he forced some patience.

Meg stepped away and retrieved a bottle of Cristal from a crystal chiller. She poured three glasses and handed one to Tague. “Please, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable.”

Then she turned back to Loralai.

“He’s really got you worked up,” Meg said, without a hint of jealousy. Rather, she sounded thrilled for Loralai. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you quite like this.”

“You haven’t.”

Meg’s gaze landed on Tague once more.

His eyes narrowed. But he still didn’t make any demands to know what they were up to. Instinct told him to go with the moment. Sure, the red-pill scenario popped into his head again. He was fully willing to swallow it down.

So he ventured over to the enormous sectional that likely sat twenty and was accompanied by a matching ottoman positioned in the center of the opening created by the white couches. He took a long drink of the champagne and then set the flute on the silver tray resting on the ottoman.

Loralai sipped gingerly—perhaps a bit tentatively—before telling him, “The past couple of days…this is all new to me.”

“The fact that we were instantly attracted to each other?”

“It’s not just how quickly it happened,” she said. “Really, it’s that it happened at all. I wasn’t prepared for it.”

“You weren’t prepared to be turned on so damn much?”

“Yes. I don’t typically spark with people. Not sexually. I’m much more closed off than that.”

“Well, the feeling’s mutual. Make no mistake.”