Cease Fire (Blackbridge Security 9)

“And what else?” I prod.

“Bring and wear disguises.”

Jules covers her wide smile with her hand, her eyes going wide as well.

“I’m in the purple room. They’ll be waiting for you.”

The call goes dead.

“Oh my God!” Jules says. “We’re going to a sex club?”

“I’m going to a sex club,” I clarify, tossing my phone on the end of the bed before walking to the closet to grab some clothes.

“Excuse me,” she says, looking irritated when I leave the closet, clothes in hand.

“It won’t take long. He just needs an extraction.”

“I want to go.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I tell her, shoving my legs into a pair of boxer briefs before grabbing jeans.

She shrugs as she climbs off the bed, heading to her closet.

“I’m going.”

I take a deep breath, knowing that if I argue that’s all it’s going to be. I won’t keep her away if she really wants to go.

“Maybe after we get them out of the club, we can hang around and play.”

I’m on her a second later. “I will spank your ass for even thinking about showing anyone else what’s mine, baby girl.”

She looks at me over her shoulder. “Promise?”

We’re late leaving the condo because I had to show her just how jealous I got at thinking of other people seeing her naked.

I don’t bother wearing a disguise as we get out of my truck in the parking lot, but at seeing all the paps outside the front of Climax, I realize that may be a mistake.

Both Jules and I duck our heads as we enter, and I’m grateful the only door leading into the club is windowless like the rest of the building.

“Welcome to Climax. I’m sorry about the people outside. Must be a slow day for celebrity sightings,” a woman wearing black lingerie says from behind a small desk. “Are you members already?”

“No,” I tell her.

“Would you like to see our membership plans?”

“No.”

Jules squeezes my arm, and my cock starts to thicken. Apparently, I haven’t proven enough just how territorial I am if she’s still trying to urge me to give the club life a go. I file it away for later.

“I’m here for the purple room.”

Understanding dawning across her face as she nods. “Down the hall. Third door on the right.”

I nod at her before turning both Jules and me in that direction.

The lighting is low in the hall, and soft, sensual music is playing on hidden speakers.

I don’t bother knocking on the door after approaching because I know Brooks is expecting us, and I realize just how big of a mistake that is when I step inside the room.

“Holy shit,” Jules gasps.

“Goddamn it,” Brooks mutters.

“Why the hell are you strapped to a St. Andrews Cross?” I manage before reaching over to cover Jules’s eyes with my hand.

“I can explain,” Brooks rushes out.

“Please do,” Archer-fucking-Bremen says, his arms crossed over his chest with an indignant look in his eyes.

The craziest thing out of all of this are the matching fucking leather pants my best friend and the rockstar are wearing.

THE END