“I will always be near,” she promised him sincerely. “You work too hard, Bastian, and play too little. Should you require amusement, you have the numbers where I’ll be. Be sure to call me often.”
He chuckled. “Definitely. I shall require updates, little one. Now get dressed.” He patted her lightly on the bare expanse of her rear as he pushed her to the bathroom. “Your plane leaves within hours and you wouldn’t want to miss it. I believe your dear Ian is due to meet you?”
Excitement rose inside her. Instantly, her body became sensitive, her ni**les hardening as the tender muscles of her pu**y began to throb in hunger. It was like this each time she thought of him, her arousal would build within her body, making her weak with longing, with hunger. How surprised Ian would be when he learned the true reason for her visit to America, and her intentions. She was going to seduce the un-seducible. She was going to capture the most elusive prey in the world. The heart of the most cynical, jaded male she had ever known. A man who had sworn to possess no heart, no tender emotions.
She was going to claim Ian as her own.
“Perhaps you should visit while I am there, Bastian.” She moved quickly for the shower. “We would have a wonderful time in America. And Ian’s club is rumored to be one of the most exclusive and entertaining among the sharing clubs in the world. It’s not as though it is not a pleasure you greatly enjoy.” She cast him an impish smile over her shoulder as she grabbed up the overnight bag at the bottom of the bed.
Bastian was perhaps much like Ian. Open only to those closest to him, his sexuality running deep and hot. He wasn’t a man known to deny himself any pleasure that he deemed appropriate. He was a true sensualist, one of the few men who cared little for the opinion of those around him, and only for the personal code of honor he held.
“Perhaps soon.” He shrugged, but his expression was thoughtful. “Perhaps soon.”
* * * * *
Ian Sinclair fought to breathe deeply as he rolled from the limp, exhausted form that had been sandwiched between him and her husband. Kimberly Raddington was like a flame, searing them with a sexual heat as she clenched around the cocks invading her slender body, screaming for more, pleading with Jared for release and fighting to drive them both deeper inside her.
Now, hours later, she moaned tiredly as Jared shifted her between them, allowing the rest they had denied her through the night. Long, flame-red hair flowed over her back to fall to her side, caressing Ian’s arm where he lay beside her. Reminding him too much of darker, silkier locks. Of a woman he knew he could never possess.
He stared down at the bright silk, a smile playing about his mouth as she grumbled grouchily at her husband’s movements beside her.
Ian patted her rear affectionately as she settled back down, his gaze lingering on the blushing flesh. He had spanked her until her silken ass had flushed as red as her hair, and still she had screamed, begged for more. They had used her well into the midnight hour, and she had drained both men more than once, leaving them nearly as exhausted now as she was.
“You stayin’?” Jared asked as he yawned tiredly, cuddling close to Kimberly’s sleeping form as he stared over her shoulder at Ian.
Ian glanced at the bedside clock and grimaced wearily.
“Not tonight.” He didn’t want to shower and leave. The effort seemed monumental, but he had no choice. “I have to meet Courtney’s plane in a few hours and take her back to the house. I may be back tomorrow though.”
The relationship he shared with Jared and Kimberly was a unique one for him. He had never formed close ties with one of the members of his club, and never with one of the women that he played a third to. But Jared and Kimberly were different. Kimberly’s natural affection had touched him, made him realize there was perhaps more to sex than the act itself. The itch that needed to be scratched.
Unfortunately, she also reminded him too much of someone else. The realization, when it had hit him months before, had sent a chill chasing through him. But it hadn’t eased the arousal that filled him each time he spent the night with the couple. It had, perhaps, made it stronger.
Ian was a man uncomfortable with weakness. He had made certain over the years that his heart remained free of entanglements and that his soul was his own. He had learned early the value of keeping his emotions to himself and of steeling his heart against the women who entered his life. But Kimberly had touched him, had wormed her way into his emotions before he realized it, or, unfortunately, realized why.
“That’s Dane Mattlaw’s daughter, right?” Jared watched him in concern. “You’re keeping her at the house? Think that’s smart?”
“No.” Ian knew it wasn’t smart. If he remembered anything about Courtney Mattlaw it was her reckless, wild nature. Dane never seemed to see the wildness that glittered in his precious daughter’s eyes, but Ian had. And it made him more than a little uncomfortable. It spurred a response in him that made him feel like a dirty old man.
Hell, she had been too damned young for the hard-on that filled his pants the first time he saw the heat in her gaze as she watched him.
What kind of pervert lusted after a seventeen-year-old? It was perverted. Depraved. Even worse than what he knew he was. Sharing a lover was a far sight less despicable than getting the hardest erection he had ever experienced in his life, for a child. And had Dane known, he would have castrated him. Courtney was his baby. His precious little jewel. If he even suspected that Ian’s thoughts were less than pure about the girl, then Ian was dead.
“What’s up, Ian?” Jared’s gaze was sharp, suspicious as he stared over Kimberly’s sleeping body.
His dick, that’s what was up. He sat up on the bed, jerking his pants from the floor and pulling them over his legs as he kept his back to his friend.
Where the hell was his shirt? He looked around the room, his lips twisting humorously as he spied it half under the bed. Kimberly had been desperate to get them undressed by time they got her to the bedroom.
He bent, jerking it from the floor and pulling it roughly over his shoulders, buttoning it, leaving the tails hanging free to hide the erection pushing against his jeans.
“Not a damned thing,” he finally answered. “I’m stuck babysitting Dane’s brat for God knows how long, because he doesn’t want his precious baby in America alone. She’s twenty-four years old, for God’s sake. I doubt she needs a chaperone anymore.”
He raked his fingers through his hair, casting Jared a furious look at the thought.
“Where is the man’s common sense? Does he think The Club is some lily-white establishment catering to male virgins? What the hell is he doing sending his daughter to me of all people?”
He had been very careful of Courtney in the past years, visiting her parent’s estate in England rather than having them visit him. Staying for only short visits, and limiting his time in her company. As she grew from the child he had carried from a virtual prison during the darkness of night, to a young woman whose very presence lit up a room, he had realized how dangerous she could be to him.