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  Tarq played with Jessica’s clit with one hand and fondled a breast with the other. Her hips swirled, demanding more, but every time she moved, he stopped.

  “Tsk, tsk, Jessica. You know the rules. You don’t get off until I say. Hold still and we’ll make you come hard.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathed.

  Amelia nipped and licked her way down to where Tarq’s fingers were playing with Jessica’s clit. He moved his hand up to knead the opposite breast and Amelia licked the brunette’s crease.

  Tarq could feel Jessica’s legs tense. She was trying so hard not to move. He decided not to make her wait. The sooner she got off, the sooner he did, too.

  “Amelia, suck on her clit. Don’t stop until I say.”

  Amelia pulled the nub into her mouth, licking at it furiously. Tarq inserted two fingers into Jessica’s center and she inhaled sharply. He picked up speed, feeling that she was close.

  When her walls contracted, he pulled on her nipple. Hard. Jessica cried out, riding the wave of her climax. Unable to hold still, her lower body jolted forward, pressing into both his hand and Amelia’s tongue.

  When her muscles finally relaxed, Tarq told Amelia to stop.

  “Jessica, do be a dear and put my cock in your mouth.”

  Jessica turned and got on her knees. She licked up and down his length before sucking on the head. She was good at this, but he felt it was lacking something.

  “Amelia, reach around and grab my balls.”

  Amelia grabbed them, none too gently.

  “Ah, yes,” he groaned, but he still needed more.

  “Pull on them,” he commanded, as he grabbed Jessica’s head and forced her further down.

  “Swallow, Jessica.”

  She did, and her throat closed around him. Good. This would get him to come faster. Already he was bored, but he wouldn’t send them away until he was finished. He should also allow Jessica to tend to Amelia.

  “That’s it. I’m close.”

  Right before he came, he pulled Jessica’s mouth away, choosing to come all over her tits. Jet after jet landed on her skin. He liked seeing it there.

  Once he was spent, he nodded towards the bed.

  “Thank you, Jessica. Now I want you to get up on the bed with Amelia and eat her until she comes.”

  Amelia’s eyes sparkled. “Will you be joining us?”

  He was still at half-mast, but it just wasn’t as intriguing as it used to be.

  “I’ll watch from here.”

  Amelia shrugged and Tarq watched with disinterest as the two moved to the bed. It was going to be a long weekend.

  7

  “Have I told you how hot you look tonight?”

  Lily eyed her friend carefully. Something was up. Yes, she’d gone a little bit out of her way when she’d gotten ready tonight on the off chance she’d see her new obsession out and about, but it wasn’t like she’d transformed into something unrecognizable.

  Her hair was in a high pony-tail hanging down her back. She had on a black strapless dress and bright red heels. She’d even put on a little eye make-up and lip gloss.

  “Twice,” Lily replied.

  Angelique put her perfectly-manicured hands up in defense.

  “Don’t get upset. I just think you need to be told these things. Preferably by someone with the male anatomy.”

  Lily laughed, but she was in total agreement. She was inexperienced, to say the least. School had been her life and now it was work. She’d tried dating, and she’d hated it.

  None of the guys she’d gone out with had done anything to spark her libido. She’d never been interested in anyone. Until yesterday.

  She couldn’t get the tall, dark, sexy man out of her mind. She’d been wet the entire meeting. Nothing got her wet. Not even when she touched herself—not that she was good at it. She’d yet to get herself off. She thought something might be wrong with her honeypot.

  Lily had caught herself fantasizing about Tarq so many times in the past twenty-four hours, she’d thought she would go crazy.

  Did Angelique know how hot her brother was? Quin was attractive, too, but he didn’t give her a case of wet-panties.

  “I want to suggest something, but I’m afraid of how you’ll take it,” Angelique said, suddenly very serious.

  Lily pivoted on the stool to face her friend. They were at a posh bar in downtown Charleston, having drinks and catching up.

  “Okay. You know I’m not easily offended by your craziness, Ange, so just say it.”

  “You need to get laid.”

  “Wow, just put it out there,” Lily laughed nervously.

  “It’s time. You’re twenty-four. How long are you going to hold on to your v-card?”

  “It’s not like I intended it to go on this long.”

  And she hadn’t. She just wasn’t going to force herself to do it with someone who didn’t turn her on. Tarq’s face entered her head again.

  “I think you need to get acclimated to sex, to all the yummy activities leading up to it. Then you’ll want it. You can’t just hop straight to it. You need an orgasm or six first.”

  “Shhh!” Lily reached up, trying to cover Angelique’s mouth.

  Ange was laughing at Lily’s reaction. She wasn’t a prude. She was fun and could throw down a lot of alcohol for a human. She just needed a push.

  After speaking with Quin about Tarq’s behavior, Angelique felt bad. She wanted to do something for her friend. She deserved to enjoy her life.

  She also wanted to get to the bottom of why Lily was immune to Tarq. It was fascinating.

  Lily blushed. Angelique was gorgeous. Her long chestnut locks were always in a perfect wave. Her chocolate eyes made her look approachable. The first time they’d met, Lily felt drawn to Angelique, felt she could trust her.

  It didn’t make sense because she was rarely trusting. But her gut told her this woman could be a good friend, so she went with it. It was sometimes hard to be out with her, though.

  Angelique’s chest could draw a crowd. And she flaunted it, always in something tight, letting the world know she was there. But she also looked classy and Lily wanted it to rub off on her. She wanted to live life a little freer, like her friend.

  “What do you suggest I do?” Lily asked.

  “Oh, I know exactly what we’re going to do. You need to promise to keep an open mind, okay?”

  Lily frowned, a little concerned with what the wild-child was planning.

  “Okay?” Angelique asked again.

  “Fine,” Lily huffed.

  “Awesome, let’s go.”

  They paid their tab and Angelique’s driver picked them up. She told him to take them to Club Shadow.

  “What’s Club Shadow?” Lily asked her friend.

  “It’s a club,” she deadpanned. “A very exclusive club.”

  Angelique released her power. She was doing this for Lily’s own good. Someone had to intervene in the girl’s pathetic sex life.

  Lily just needed to get past her own inhibitions. The club was a safe place to do that. All the employees were professional and would stop at once if told to.

  “Lily, you will be open-minded to this experience. It is a sex club, but many people go there and do not have sex. They socialize and drink. Only fully-approved members, who have been vetted, have rooms in the manor.”

  Angelique paused, considering her next words carefully.

  “We are going to mingle in the bar area. If you find someone while we’re there, and you want to … explore some physical activities with him, you will not get in your own way. You are free to choose to do or not do whatever you want. However, if you get into a situation and you want it to stop, you will give a firm ‘no’ and it will. If it doesn’t, you will break his fucking nose and scream bloody murder.”

  There. Lily had an out if she got scared.

  Angelique hoped there’d at least be some kissing and heavy petting. Her friend was striking, and it was a place people went to hook up. She’d
have to fight them off with a stick.

  When the driver let them out, Angelique locked arms with Lily and escorted her up the stairs. Amelia, the lady of the manor who knew everything about everyone, greeted them as they entered. Angelique entered first, hugging the siren affectionately.

  “Angelique, how lovely to see you,” Amelia said, kissing her on each cheek.

  Angelique stepped aside and pulled Lily closer. “This is my very good friend, Lily. Lily, this is Amelia. She runs the club.”

  Amelia’s smile grew big, also kissing Lily on both cheeks. “Welcome, sister! I had no idea another seductress, like me, was in the area.”

  Angelique did a double-take.

  Lily grinned, appreciating the complement. She did feel sexy tonight, and open to possibilities. She was also uber curious about the club. It wasn’t at all what she’d pictured.

  The foyer was well-lit and decorated in earth tones. She’d expected dark decor and bodies writhing in every corner to the beat of pulsating music. This looked like a family estate. Of course, the house was huge and more seedier things could be happening elsewhere.

  “Amelia, I’m going to take my friend into the bar. I’ll be right back.”

  “Of course. Enjoy yourself, Lily. I do hope you consider becoming a member. The perks for those like us are immense.”

  Lily wasn’t sure what Amelia meant by “those like us,” but she went with it. It wasn’t like she wanted to walk around with a sign around her neck declaring her sexual status.

  “Thank you. Nice to meet you,” she replied hurriedly because Ange was pulling her towards a side door.

  Angelique opened the door and entered the room, with Lily close behind. She had to stay close since Ange had a death-grip on her forearm.

  “Is everything okay?” Lily asked.

  “What? Oh, yes. Fine, everything’s fine. Listen, when will you turn twenty-five?”

  Uh-oh, was there a weird rule about the age of consent in the club? That was fine. She was happy to just mingle.

  “September 21st. Why?”

  “Uh, no reason. I thought it was close, so I asked. Didn’t want to miss it, you know? Only a few more days. Wow,” Angelique rambled.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Yep. Keith?” Angelique got the bartender’s attention.

  It wasn’t until he walked over that Lily noticed he was not only missing a shirt, but his pants were practically painted on and left nothing to the imagination.

  He had a good body, but she wasn’t sure she wanted a half-naked person cutting up her limes back there.

  “Miss Marcellus. What can I get for you this evening?”

  “Nothing yet. This is Lily. Give her whatever she wants, charge it to my tab. I’ll be right back, Lily.”

  Lily watched her friend high-tail it out of there. Was she uncomfortable with Lily being here? Surely not. Angelique didn’t have many hang-ups. She wouldn’t have brought Lily if she didn’t want her here.

  Oh god, what if she was all … needy now because she was in the sex club? Lily did not want to know anything about Ange’s needs.

  Keith’s eyes roamed over Lily’s body and her skin flushed. “I would love to give you whatever you require this evening, Lily. Do you know how to order what you want?”

  “Um, like a cocktail?”

  His grin grew mischievous and Lily wanted to die. She’d said “cock” in front of the bartender at a sex club.

  “I mean, how about a gin and tonic?” she asked.

  “Right away, beautiful.”

  Keith mixed her drink and sat in front of her. He leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Let me know when you’re ready to order what you really want.”

  Lily pressed her lips together, totally understanding the double-entendre. She should have replied, but a warm hand on her hip and a growly voice from behind prevented her from speaking.

  “Back off, Keith. This one’s taken.”

  8

  She knew that voice. It hadn’t left her brain since yesterday. She turned her face to his and was met with Tarq’s ice-blue stare. He looked angry.

  Tarq had been over by the window, talking to a business acquaintance. He’d stepped towards his sister when she entered and halted in his tracks when he saw who was with her.

  What the fuck was she thinking bringing Lily here? And after he’d finally gotten his favorite organ to chill for a minute?

  Lily spoke aloud to Angelique and, boom! He had another raging hard-on. This time, he didn’t intend to settle for less than what he wanted. And what he wanted was standing right in front of him in a tiny black dress and fuck-me red heels.

  He reached for Lily when he heard Keith speak to her, disliking the bartender’s attentions zeroing in on her. Tarq decided he was claiming Lily for the night.

  The rumble of his voice, the feel of his hand, and the possessiveness of his words sucked all the air right out of Lily’s lungs. Her nipples pebbled under her dress.

  She wasn’t wearing a bra and the bar was well-lit. So, she shouldn’t have been surprised when his eyes drifted down to her chest. Normally, this sort of thing would offend her. With Tarq, she was thinking she’d like to show him what was under the material.

  The corner of Tarq’s mouth twitched. She was timid, but curious. He could work with it. He would resist hiking up her dress and fucking her against the wall, which was totally permitted and sometimes encouraged. He just didn’t think she was ready for it.

  He looked at Keith and a foreign feeling struck him hard. Jealousy.

  Tarq didn’t want anyone else to touch her. She was his. If she’d ordered Keith off the “menu,” Tarq might have done something to get himself kicked out of the club, or worse, like putting Keith six feet under.

  He didn’t know what was happening to him, but he wasn’t going to fight it. He was a man of pleasure, and he knew this female might be able to give him more pleasure than he’d ever known.

  Now, how to proceed. She was at Club Shadow and, thus, had to know what it was. Did she come here to get fucked? If so, he was more than willing to help her achieve her goal.

  Lily, feeling brave, leaned into him, allowing herself to feel his strong body pressed against hers.

  Tarq rotated his hips forward so there was no question what he wanted.

  “Careful, Petal. You have quite an effect on me. I’ll not be teased.”

  Lily’s respiration increased. He’d given her a nickname. It only made her want him more.

  Something about being around him turned her into a quivering mess. He was the only one who had ever made her consider doing the deed. She suddenly wanted to know, very badly, what an orgasm felt like.

  Be brave, she thought to herself.

  Lily turned further in his arms, until they were face-to-face. His hands rested on her hips.

  “Can we … go somewhere? Private?” she whispered.

  Tarq nearly came in his pants at the sound of her voice.

  “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

  He clasped her hand and led her out the door closest to the elevator. He’d avoid Angelique, if he could. She knew about Lily’s resistance to his persuasion and would probably try to cockblock.

  Having him unable to erase memories put his siblings on edge. They were afraid he’d do something to ruin Shadow, Inc.’s expansion. With his hands touching Lily right now, he would risk it.

  Once he got her in the elevator, he pinned her against the wall, almost afraid to let her move. He didn’t want her to change her mind, so he’d give her a reminder of why she should stay.

  Tarq grabbed her hand and lowered it to his groin. He pressed her palm into the hardness and groaned.

  “See what you do to me, Lily? I’ve been hard since I walked into that meeting and saw your sexy little body hiding behind a designer suit.”

  Lily squeezed, causing him to groan again. A thrill shot through her at making a man like Tarq Marcellus hard as steel.

  The door opened, and he grabbed h
er hand again to pull her to his suite. He was breathing hard and they hadn’t even done anything. Gods he couldn’t wait to come inside her.

  It was an act he seldom allowed to happen outside of the club. He wasn’t interested in any little Tarqs running around. Immortals could and did produce offspring with humans.

  Despite the risk, he fully intended to fill her up with his come. Some primal urge deep inside compelled him to do it. He’d fuck her so thoroughly she’d never get him out from under her skin.

  An image of Lily’s belly, round with child, had him growling. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. He was off the rails and he had no intention of getting back on track.

  He tugged her into his suite, kicking the door shut. He tried to grab her, but she side-stepped him.

  “H-hang on,” she put a hand up.

  Damnit. He was losing her. She likely needed to feel some sense of control. He’d bet money she’d never dreamt of stepping foot in a place like this. Or giving it up to a practical stranger.

  “What do you need, Petal? Tell me and I’ll let you have it,” he promised, ignoring the impulse to dominate her, to tell her what to do and how to please him. This was a far cry from his usual practices in this place.

  “I need,” she cleared her throat, drumming up the courage to ask for what she wanted.

  “I need—I would very much like to have an orgasm.”

  There. She’d said it.

  Tarq’s face blanked. Oh, she was too much. She was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. He was going to eat her up, like the Big Bad Wolf he was.

  “You would very much like to have an orgasm?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she nodded, over exaggerating the movement as if to drive it home.

  He smirked. “Just one?”

  “Um, is that, uh, possible? For someone like me?”

  “Someone like you?”

  “Yes, someone who has never, you know.”

  “Come? No one has ever made you come?”

  She shook her head and Tarq wanted to beat his chest. He would give Lily her first orgasm. He’d give her as many as he could, so many she’d have to beg him to stop.