She gasped. “Oh, Marius, how are we going to get through the next half hour?”
“I don’t know. I could take you to bed right now.”
“I’d go with you.”
He debated. Despite the work Eve had gone to on their behalf, all he wanted to do was pick Shayna up and throw her on the bed.
And she would have let him. If he hadn’t believed her words, her light floral scent, so full of sex, rose all around him perfuming the air. He’d never been so into a woman before.
But plans had been put in place and he needed to set aside his current hunger for what Shayna needed.
He opened his arm wide and Shayna carefully perched on his fine Italian leather shoes with just the balls of her feet. The stilettos she wore could do some serious damage.
As soon as she was situated with her arm around his neck, he made his phone call, one-handed, letting Rumy know they’d arrive in about fifteen seconds given that the villa was part of the same Como system as his extensive club complex. Rumy let him know that he had a number of his security team, in plainclothes, scattered throughout the club in case Daniel and his crew showed up.
When he hung up, Rumy made telepathic contact and guided Marius into the club, to the exact position behind the enhanced disguising shield, one more layer of security.
Once Shayna was standing beside him, he contacted Eve, letting her know they’d arrived.
A moment later the lights dimmed.
Marius hoped to hell that Eve was right about the show and about Shayna. He’d hate for anything to go wrong right now.
CHAPTER 11
Shayna slid her arm around Marius’s waist and drew up tight against him. She’d never been to a place like this before. She’d never even watched porn on her computer.
Now here she was in an upscale sex club, holding on to a vampire she had the serious hots for, and ready to watch strangers have sex.
And not just the performers on stage, by the looks of it, since more than one couple nearby was doing some serious fondling. Sex club was right.
The room itself was beautiful. The walls reflected the name of the club in crushed red crystals, floor-to-ceiling, setting the entire space in a red glow.
About half the audience sat at tables enjoying drinks; the rest stood around the perimeter of the room. Most were, as Eve had suggested, well dressed, so that if she and Marius lost the shielding disguise for whatever reason, they’d fit right in. The thing was, she was already aroused and found herself stroking Marius’s arm. She was tall anyway, but in the heels she was just a couple of inches shorter than him, which meant she could kiss him easily if she wanted to, and she did.
She almost suggested it, but the music swelled, a pulse of blues that had her whimpering.
“Anything wrong?” His deep voice had a husky resonance.
“Oh … nothing.”
He chuckled softly, switching to telepathy. If it’s any consolation, I’m in pain and the show hasn’t even started.
Marius, how about a kiss?
He turned into her with a quick grab of lips that became a strong, promising drive of his tongue that had her panting all over again. God, she loved being with this man.
Eve sauntered onto the stage. “Hello, my lovelies. We’ve planned something special for you tonight. First up, a schoolgirl learns an important lesson.”
She put her fingers to her lips, then blew a kiss. She cracked a long black whip at the same time. Her leopard-print outfit had disappeared and she was dressed all in red leather that featured serious cutouts, including both breasts.
Shayna looked at her nipples carefully. She was pretty sure that Eve had used makeup and glitter on them.
She wondered how Marius was handling all this exposed flesh. Glancing up at him, he was staring at the ceiling.
Her turn to laugh.
Two well-endowed men in very snug briefs wheeled a slanted four-poster bed onto the dark stage, a black fitted sheet on the mattress. They both had beautiful, muscular bodies, part of the show.