Infatuation (Club Destiny #4)(39)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“Fuck,” he growled the word, unable to slow his pace; her fingers gently caressing his balls as her mouth bathed him in moist heat. “Aw, fuck, baby. I’m gonna come. Fuck yes!”

It was all he could do to remain standing as his orgasm ripped through him, shattering his mind in the process and leaving him feeling… something.

Something he was pretty damn sure he didn’t want to feel.

Chapter Thirteen

By the time the afternoon meeting rolled around, McKenna was feeling a little off kilter. Not because of what had happened earlier that morning while they were still in Tag’s bed, or even while they were in the playroom. No, McKenna felt a little deprived of that something more she was hoping for. Did it make her a nympho to be lusting after one man every second of the day?

Considering she hadn’t had sex in almost an entire year, McKenna did feel a little unsatisfied, but only because she couldn’t get her mind off of Tag and the things she wanted to do to him and him to her.

But now, as they sat in the largest of the three conference rooms, a little larger than the playroom, but no less sophisticated and stylish, McKenna suddenly wanted nothing more than to sneak out with Tag and go back to his private room. For some reason, she was letting herself get carried away by her hormones when she should’ve been focusing on why she was actually there. This meeting for instance.

“Thanks for coming,” Logan McCoy greeted the room.

McKenna had been blindsided when Logan McCoy and his wife Samantha walked into the room. The man was devastatingly handsome just like his mirror image Luke; only he was a more refined version. She could tell by the way he spoke that he was used to being in control. Even if he was just a silent partner in the club, no one would’ve known by the way that he addressed each member personally.

“As many of you already know,” Logan continued, standing in front of the group of at least forty people, “Luke and I are currently in the process of another business venture that we feel will only enhance Club Destiny and be mutually beneficial to its members.”

This was the part McKenna was interested in.

“I’d like to introduce you to Travis Walker, co-owner of Walker Inc., and the brilliance behind Alluring Indulgence Resort.”

There was a small round of applause that broke out, followed by the sexiest cowboy McKenna had ever met walking before the crowd of people. Looking relatively the same as he had the last time she saw him, Travis wore a long sleeved, button down black shirt tucked into those sexy as hell dark Wrangler’s and a belt buckle, but it was that black Stetson pulled low over his ruggedly handsome face that attracted so much attention. He was a mystery.

For the next half hour, McKenna forced herself to pay more attention to Travis’ speech and less to his sexy southern drawl; although she was pretty sure some of the other women in the room had a more difficult time than she did. Watching the presentation flashing by on the screen outlining the overall concept of this mega resort that was currently in the construction phase was definitely worth her attention. The grand opening was going to be spectacular, he told them, and McKenna was bound and determined to be invited.

Glancing around the room, McKenna’s gaze landed on the sexiest man in the room standing toward the back, talking to Luke and Cole. It wasn’t the first time in the last thirty minutes she’d sought him out either. Her body was like a heat seeking missile, and Tag was the intended target.

Everything about him seemed to catch her eye – from his hard body encased in that expensive charcoal gray suit, to that sheepish grin of his. And especially the way his eyes met hers across the room and that subtle nod of acknowledgement followed by that heart stopping smile he seemed to have only for her.

They were now nearly two days into the seven day exclusive, yet McKenna was more interested in seeing Tag naked and making him lose control than she was in learning more about the club that she was supposed to be scouting.

One playroom. Really?

McKenna had been an invited guest to several of the swinger’s clubs in the area. She didn’t turn down the opportunities from a research only perspective, and compared to those, a number of them made this one look like a child’s clubhouse. There had to be something about Club Destiny that had these people forking over big bucks just to be exclusive members. She knew damn well they didn’t spend exorbitant amounts of money for a public space to congregate and have sex. Hell, they could find that in their own living rooms.

Nope, she was missing something.

She had yet to see the rest of the club, and she wondered when Tag was going to take her on the grand tour. From what she’d seen already, McKenna knew the front area was reserved for the general public club and bar that saw a vast number of people on any given night. Then there was the second floor which housed the handful of private rooms, one large playroom, a couple of meeting rooms that she was just privy to today, as well as what appeared to be the club’s private office. But, she wasn’t naive enough to believe that she’d seen all of it yet. For one, McKenna happened to know that there was something downstairs, beneath the private wing reserved for members only.