The Bet (Winslow Brothers 1)

“Baby, welcome to the real Secret Club,” Jude breathes hotly into my ear. “Hardly anyone knows about its existence, and the ones that do, come here to experience their deepest, hottest fantasies.”

“Is this a…a…sex club?” I whisper and have to gulp down the shock once my ears actually hear the last two words leave my body.

“One of the most prestigious underground sex clubs out there.”

“W-what exactly are we going to do here?” I ask, even though that might sound like the dumbest question on the planet. Obviously, we’re supposed to have sex. Duh.

But the real question I’m trying to ask is…are we going to have sex in front of other people?

“Think about it, babe.” He brushes his hand down my arm and rests it on my hip. “Fucking in a restaurant? Fingering you on a roller coaster? You giving me oral on an elevator? You and I, we have some serious exhibitionist tendencies. And we’re here to explore them further.”

I don’t have a response to that, but all I can think is, but no one knew we were doing those things. It was our secret.

Jude presses his hand to my lower back and guides me down a corridor, stopping right in front of a wall that is made from clear glass and looks directly into a room that is set up like a normal, sophisticated bedroom. On one wall, a giant king-sized bed is covered in pillows and a thick white comforter that looks cozy to sleep beneath.

There’re framed photos hanging on the wall. A nightstand with a lamp that even has a phone charging cord hanging off it. A desk in the far corner with a leather-bound notebook, a gold pen, and a potted green plant sitting on top. And a long, tall bookshelf filled with all sorts of hardback books.

It’s actually a really nice, normal bedroom. But again, it’s in the middle of a secret sex club with a translucent wall so anyone can look inside.

“This is our bedroom for the night,” he whispers into my ear. “To do what we want, to fulfill our deepest fantasies. And to let anyone who wants to see it, watch from right here.”

There’s a part of me that’s incredibly aroused by the idea of someone watching Jude kiss me, touch me, fuck me. But there’s also a part of me that is so undeniably nervous and uncertain of whether or not this is something I can do.

I want to be spontaneous and do wild, crazy things with this man, I really do, but everyone has a limit. Is this one mine?

“Are you ready?” he asks, and I look up and examine his face.

I don’t know what I want or need to find there, but something about his steady, controlled gaze and the excitement I can see beneath the surface is starting to make me feel like it might be okay to give this a shot. He’s never once put me in a dangerous situation. If anything, he’s gone out of his way to make sure I’m safe. Sometimes, even in a bit of a territorial way I find to be pretty damn sexy.

But still, the stark reality is that this isn’t something I would ever picture myself doing.

Yet, you’re here. And you’re already turned on.

I think about all the other times with Jude that I’ve pushed past what I’ve thought were boundaries, only to find out they were roadblocks I’d set for myself. Unnecessary mental obstacles that were preventing me from doing things I wanted and liked and enjoyed.

And if you’re this aroused already, then that’s saying something…

“Let’s do it,” I whisper, letting the response fall from my lips before I can swallow it back down and start a mental loop of doubt and second-guessing.

Jude takes my hand into his and guides me away from the glass, down a back hallway, and into a side door that leads directly into the bedroom I just saw a few moments ago.

But only this time, I’m on the other side of the glass. And I’m sitting down on the bed. And I’m doing all of this knowing there’s a possibility that people might watch whatever happens within these walls.

Oh boy, I just hope I’m ready for this…

Jude

Sophie sits on the bed, her legs crossed and her right foot jiggling up and down. Each motion makes the heel of her stiletto tap against the hardwood floor, and I walk over to her to provide some reassurance.

I can tell she’s nervous. I even understand why she’s nervous.

This is an incredibly erotic thing we’re about to do, have sex while other people watch, but it’s going to show both her and me that this is what we’re all about—fulfilling fantasies and enjoying hot, incredible, no-strings-attached nights together that leave us both satisfied.

Experience wild things together and have a fuckload of pleasurable fun while doing it.