Wild Nights

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Author: Jaci Burton
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the choosing, and in that she was very particular. Partaking of the club’s activities was a rare occurrence. Typically she liked to keep her own sexuality private, her partners anonymous.
    But periodically she’d dally at the club. It was good for business. Patrons liked to see her taking part in the club’s amenities. It fueled their fantasies of her. She knew it, the staff knew it, they all played it up.
    She wasn’t going to dally with Mike Nottingham, though. Mainly because it’s what he wanted. And she never catered to men. They catered to her. It was part of her mystique. She did the choosing. She smiled at that.
    “You have a beautiful smile.”
    She didn’t jerk in surprise at the sound of Mike Nottingham’s voice behind her. She knew he’d come around.
    “Like a cat who just ate a bowl of cream.”
    Her smile didn’t die. In fact, she kept it on when she turned to face him. Like it or not, he was a client. “Thank you. Are you having a good time?”
    “Yes. You’ve created a hell of a niche market here.”
    “We stay busy.”
    “I can imagine.”
    He wasn’t crowding her or invading her personal space. She liked that. Most men targeting her invaded her space and she hated feeling cornered. He kept a respectable distance, one hand holding his glass, the other resting on the bar.
    “Find anything to your liking yet?” she asked.
    He laughed. “Grace, everything here is to my liking. I love sex. That’s why I’m here.”
    “Ah. Honesty. That’s refreshing.” His southern drawl was sexy. Rolling off his deep, husky voice, it singed her nerve endings. How long had it been since she’d played? Too long.
    “But I like to take my time before I choose. I don’t like to rush into anything.”
    “Really.”
    He nodded. “I might just want to look around tonight. I’m in no hurry.”
    Also different than a lot of the men who came here, usually with a hard-on before they came through the door, their cocks out before they moved from the bar to the playrooms. They’d have their dicks in the first willing woman before Grace could blink.
    Maybe Mike got laid often. Though she got the idea he wasn’t just after pussy, that he had more adventurous tastes.
    “Any particular play you have in mind? Can I help you with something?”
    He slanted a half-lidded gaze at her that admittedly got her panties wet. Practiced? Maybe. But either way, it worked.
    “I haven’t been to the playrooms yet, so I can’t really say. I’ll have to take a look around and see if anything gets me hard. But thank you for the offer.”
    The man smoldered. What would be wrong with a little one on one with him? He was damn fine looking and her pussy was quivering. She made no apologies to anyone for her sexuality so what was holding her back? When she found a guy she wanted to fuck and she was in the mood, she went for it.
    “Let me show you around.”
    His brows arched and he dipped his chin to look down at her. “Sure.” He held his arm out and she took it, guiding him through the double doors from the main room into the playrooms, cognizant of how tall he was. She wasn’t short by any stretch of the imagination, but Mike made her feel…petite.
    His body was warm and he smelled…God, he smelled great. Like a fresh shower, not like those men who doused themselves in sickening cologne that gave her a headache. Mike smelled like soap. She breathed him in as they strolled down the hallway.
    “Each room is marked so you know what it is before going in,” she explained, pointing to the door marked, “Masturbation.”
    “Do you enjoy touching yourself?” he asked, his voice dropping down an octave.
    Her nipples tightened. “Very much. Do you?”
    “Every chance I get.”
    Verbal foreplay had always excited her. She paused and turned, tilting her head back so she could look at his eyes. “How do you do it? Only at home, or elsewhere?”
    His lips curled in a knowing smile that made her want to climb on top of him and

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