Sawyer (Alluring Indulgence #7)(54)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Greyson was on his knees in front of a woman who was sitting on one of the tall chairs, her legs spread wide while Greyson busied himself between her thighs. The woman’s head was tossed back, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the tongue-fucking she was getting.

“Do you do this sort of thing?” Kennedy asked.

“Is that a question you really want me to answer?” he asked, keeping his mouth against her ear.

“No, actually, I don’t,” she finally replied.

“It won’t happen with you,” Sawyer told her. “When I get you naked and beneath me, I promise it won’t be in a room full of people. Ever.”

And that was a promise he fully intended to keep.

A SHUDDER RACED through Kennedy’s limbs at Sawyer’s statement. She noticed how he said when, not if, and that had her skin tingling.

Although she didn’t want to be cast aside by this man, she couldn’t deny the fact that she wanted to be with him. She wanted to be naked, beneath him, just as he promised.

But not here. Definitely not here.

So, okay, she had to admit she did have somewhat of a voyeuristic fascination with the place. Even though she didn’t understand how these people could be so open about their sexual exploits, she had to respect their choice. And, yes, it was hot to watch.

Her eyes drifted around the room. She noticed all different types of people in various stages of undress. Some were fully clothed in jeans and sweaters, others in more formal wear, while some were hardly clothed at all. Then, of course, there were a few who were entirely naked right there for everyone to see. But the nakedness didn’t bother her, nor did it appeal to her the way that the interactions did. And that wasn’t something she would ever admit to anyone. It still took her by surprise that she was actually enjoying herself.

To a degree.

She was still nervous, and a little uncomfortable, but since no one seemed to be paying any attention to her, it wasn’t nearly as horrific as she had imagined it would be.

There was a couple sitting on one of the leather sofas, the woman was straddling the man, grinding up and down on the guy’s cock. Slowly. What was interesting was that there was another man on the floor in front of them, his mouth between the woman’s legs, which meant he was also . . . Well, his mouth was venturing lower, to the other man’s balls, while another woman stood behind the couch, leaning over and kissing the guy who was having his cock ridden and his balls sucked.

Interesting.

That was really all she could say about that.

Kennedy found herself leaning against Sawyer, the warmth of his body at her back making her feel safe in this weird predicament she found herself in. In no way did she wish she was one of those women. Not here anyway. And certainly not with multiple partners. However, there were plenty of thoughts flitting through her head when it came to what she wished Sawyer’s hands would do to her, but not in public.

“Have you seen enough?” he asked, as though reading her mind.

Kennedy nodded, feeling slightly bereft when Sawyer released her from his arms, taking her hand again.

“Have you seen my club?” he asked, leading her to a set of doors behind where they’d been standing.

“No,” she admitted. “Is it open to the public?”

“Yeah. We set them up the same as the restaurant. Accessible from the outside. The rest is by invitation only.”

Kennedy nodded in understanding as Sawyer opened the door. They stepped into a small, quiet room where a bouncer stood, manning the double doors behind him. A big formidable-looking black guy who was as handsome as he was gigantic. Kennedy kept her eyes on him, waiting for him to say something. As soon as he saw Sawyer, his face lit up, his smile gleaming in the dim room.

“What’s up, man?” the guy asked Sawyer, reaching out and shaking his hand. “Come to hang out tonight?”

“Just showin’ my girl around,” Sawyer said, and Kennedy felt a strange emotion surge through her chest.

His girl?

Why that made her feel good, she had no idea, but she immediately refused to think too much about it. Sawyer probably said that about all the women he brought there.

“Kennedy, meet Davis. Davis, meet Kennedy.”

“Nice to meet you,” Davis said, his dark brown eyes glued to her face. “You must be somethin’ special. I don’t normally get introduced to anyone Sawyer’s with.”

Kennedy wasn’t sure how she felt about that. The thought of all the women who had passed through there on Sawyer’s arm made her a little sick to her stomach. Knowing that he didn’t introduce them made her feel somewhat better, but not a lot.

Thank goodness she didn’t have time to dwell on that before Sawyer was leading her into the club. Kennedy was immediately assaulted by a sexy bass beat and colorful strobe lights. The place was packed, which wasn’t all that surprising for a Saturday night.