Dirty Little Secret: A Billionaire Romance Duet - Mika Lane Page 0,1
in my day, and none came close to this one.
Some smart real estate investor—with foresight not even I had had—transformed an old, trashed commercial space, one of the few still standing from San Francisco’s days as a huge food cannery, into a giant adult playground.
The city’s food processing industry had been driven out long before, and the once industrial part of town was now ground zero for movers and shakers of the tech and financial world, bringing wealth to San Francisco unlike anyone had ever dreamed of.
So this old space, with its abundance of character, had been reconfigured as the dreamy Club Silk, with its warren of bars, dance floors, stages, and play rooms for fucking or whatever else anyone felt like doing.
Miss M had wisely purchased it and taken it to the next level by covering the wall in dark tapestries, and providing just enough light to leave the place candlelit dim, and massively sexy.
But her biggest coup was in making it exclusive and keeping it under the radar.
Most San Franciscans had heard of the place but weren’t sure whether it truly existed, or whether it was just another urban myth. A lucky few of us knew where the truth lie, and we paid handsomely for the privilege. This kept out the riff-raff, the creepy guys who walked around with their dicks in their hands, and kept the gorgeous women coming in.
And it all gave me an escape I’d die without.
A female hand landed on my arm.
“Hey.”
I turned to see the voluptuous redhead I’d fucked a couple weeks ago.
“How are you?” I asked. Too bad I was in the mood for a spinner tonight, because this woman was fucking hot. Her curvy ass might be worth revisiting, though, depending on how the night progressed.
“I thought you were gonna call me,” she said with a delicious pout. My cock jerked again as I remembered her lips wrapped around my hard wood.
“A.” I think that was her club name. It was hard to keep all the goddamn initials straight. “You know I never call. It’s just not my thing.”
Her gaze drilled into my eyes, the only part of my face she could see behind the mask. I know she wanted to see more. They always did.
She, too, wore a mask, but it covered only the upper half of her face, which allowed me to enjoy her pretty smile. Her red lips were always ready for whatever she got the urge to do, and lucky for me that had included sucking me off to a point where I’d nearly lost consciousness.
A true cocksucker she was, and I meant that in the nicest possible way.
But I didn’t normally repeat women. That was the beauty of Silk.
In consolation, I ran my thumb along her lower lip and dipped it into her willing mouth.
The old cock shifted again, reminding me to get on with the female attention I so desperately needed, and to stop being so goddamn coy. I retrieved my thumb. Time to get back to assessing other, new talent.
“See you later, hon,” I said, heading for the building’s massive second floor, a mezzanine with a perfect view of everything below.
The elevator, a rickety old freight thing, was moving at its usual glacial speed. But I kept pressing the up button anyway, as if that would make a difference. Probably someone in there playing out their elevator fucking fantasy. I had to shake my head and chuckle. I’d tried that when I was a newbie at the club, too.
As a noob, I’d wanted to fuck in every nook and cranny of the place, and the more people who could see and watch me, the better. Of course, this was always done with my mask in place.
Most clubgoers wore some version of one, as well. Those of us with a lot to lose guarded our privacy to a point bordering on obsession.
You couldn’t be too careful, as the saying went.
But these days I preferred playing with some sweet female in the smaller rooms, and even on occasion in one of the private rooms with locking doors.
As much as I dug being watched, getting off was the top priority now that I was a seasoned club member. I no longer craved the ego boost of being watched like I once did—it actually made it damn hard to come, truth be told.
No, filling some hot thing’s pussy, mouth, or ass with my big load was my kryptonite.
I bailed on the slow elevator and headed for the stairs.