Hidden Obsession (The Club)

He obliges, his speed increasing. My back arches as I try and lift my hips into his face. I’m on the verge of exploding. I gasp, a scream escaping my mouth as I climax against the feel of his tongue licking my pussy. My body convulses as the orgasm rips through me. Grabbing him by the hair, I push him away, unable to take any more.

He chuckles and lies down beside me. “How was that?” he asks, kissing my neck.

I can smell myself on him and it’s intoxicating.

“Incredible,” I mumble, my voice thick.

“I almost forgot why we were here. And that we had an audience.”

“A very satisfied audience,” he adds with a grin.

I blush and he laughs, kissing my lips.

“We can stay here until you’re ready to leave. I don’t think he’s here.”

“What makes you say that?” My body tenses.

“Just a feeling.” He shrugs.

We lie there entangled in each other’s arms. I’m exhausted, and on the verge of falling asleep. I struggle to sit up and reach for my dress, ignoring the glances I’m getting from the other members. God, I hope nobody recognizes me.

“Let’s go home,” I say, forcing a smile as I slip my dress over my shoulders.

Conrad stands up and helps zip me up. He eyes me, a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “Just a little overwhelmed.”

All the way home I’m feeling so confused. What we just did was so far out of my comfort zone and it scares me how much I enjoyed it. So many things are running through my mind right now that I don’t know what to think. I glance at Conrad, who smiles at me and reaches for my hand. I shiver at his touch and realize one thing is for certain.

I need to figure out what I want.

Chapter Eleven

Our wild night at the club didn’t stir up my stalker. If anything, it did the opposite, and once again he was back in the shadows. I found myself so distracted by Conrad there were times I actually forgot I had a stalker—something I hadn’t been able to do in years.

I’m still trying to work out what my feelings are. It’s more than sexual, that much I know. The thought of him gives me butterflies. I have no idea where our relationship is going, either. Is this just a fling for him, or something more? God, I hope it’s something more.

“Where’s your head at?” he asks, coming up behind me.

I’m staring out the window of his apartment, which overlooks the city. I smile as his arms tighten around my waist, his lips gently touching my neck. This isn’t love yet, but I feel like I’m heading in that direction. I can actually see a future with this guy.

“Just thinking.” I smile. I turn slightly so my lips connect with his.

He grins and runs his hand under my hair, gently gripping the back of my head as he kisses me again.

“You know what they say,” he murmurs, guiding me backward toward the sofa.

I giggle as my feet shuffle in sync with his as I clutch onto his shirt to avoid falling over.

“Why think when you can act?”

He falls onto the soft cushions, pulling me down on top of him. I laugh, placing a knee on either side of him. I can feel he’s hard and that excites me. Shivers race through my body as I press myself against him.

Just then, his phone beeps. Groaning, he lifts me off his lap and stands up. His brow creases as he checks his message.

“Shit, I have to go.”

“A case?” I guess, trying to hide my disappointment.