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  A third man joined the trio, wearing a red mask with black accents. He had pierced nipples and tattoos covering most of his abdomen. When he approached the woman, she gave him a rueful smile and whispered too low for the audience to hear.

  He began playing with the man who used the dildo on her, and his cock hardened.

  Whoa. One outing with Nico and he’d already introduced her to a modern-day Caligula live show. How would he top this lesson?

  Chapter Four

  Nico kissed her ear, played with her breasts, and she moaned. Restless, she rocked her hips in to him, incapable of staying still, aroused as fuck. His dick grew against her butt, and she chewed on her lower lip, suppressing a mewing sound.

  “I feel pre-cum coating my cock, Emma. It’s all for you.”

  Emma’s insides seared with a heat she had no idea how to extinguish. Well, she had some idea… Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, and suddenly the orgy in front of her blurred, even though she looked in their direction. Desire, pure and simple, fogged her vision and pumped her bloodstream relentlessly.

  “Nico…” she whispered.

  “I know.” He withdrew his hands from her dress and kissed the top of her head. “Let’s walk some more,” he said. If a place existed for a man to walk with a huge erection without penalties, this was it.

  He kept her close to him, and she didn’t miss the women—even some men—giving lingering glances their way as they marched along the other tents without joining those activities. More specifically, they looked at him—good enough to eat, like a delicious, exquisite entrée she hoped to be able to taste by the end of the evening.

  Still, he held her hand like no one else captured his interest, which caused a ridiculous thrill of joy to surge through her. “Is this part of the lesson? Making your partner feel like she’s the only one in a room filled with naked people?”

  He chuckled. “You do learn fast, Emma Cavanaugh.”

  “I was the teacher’s pet when I was younger,” she said, remembering how Zaine and her late brother Zachary teased her and called her “teacher’s pest” because her behavior at home, especially with boys, wasn’t anywhere as easygoing. She teased them, but all in good fun.

  “And now you’re my pet.” He squeezed her hand a little tighter.

  A purple tent caught her attention. A woman held a whip and wore a black Dominatrix getup and a leather mask. The man, tied to the bed in a spread-eagle position, was in his birthday suit and completely aroused. She lashed the whip on his leg, and he groaned, but didn’t relent, and continued looking at her like they both fought for dominance even though she was the one without physical restraints.

  Whoa. The crowd circling the area completely focused on the woman, who had purple strands in her long, jet-black hair. Her dark corset had an opening in her crotch, and she sat on the man, straddling him while whispering what Emma assumed weren’t pleasantries. He didn’t care, and his ass almost flew off the mattress, but she smacked his shoulder, then stopped the act altogether.

  Interesting. She wanted to be in control. Was her Simon into this kind of thing? “This seems to be a lot of work,” she said to Nico. “I mean, that lady’s kicking ass, kudos to her, but…”

  “Just keep an open mind. Come.” He pulled her away from the crowd.

  He took her to a flight of stairs, and she followed him, intrigued. A gorgeous black woman greeted them, and when he showed her his wristband, she nodded, granting him access. They reached the second floor, where small recessed lights guided them through the darkness.

  Small cabins similar to department store dressing rooms lined up next to one another with the doors closed. He took her to the last stall, which had an open door. They entered the small space, and she stared through a huge glass wall displaying a stage.

  Different colors and lights shone onto the main stage, where a group of men and women, all stripped of clothes, screwed one another. Unlike the tents, where there was a context to each show, this was pure animalistic orgy.

  She stepped and touched the glass, making a print, her eyebrows reaching her hairline. “Who are those people?”

  “They’re members of the club.”

  He hiked up her dress, his fingers caressing the curve of her hips. A shower of goose bumps washed over her, and her nipples instantly hardened, pressing into the fabric of her dress. Damn.

  “Want to know what’s fun?”

  “What?” she asked, still facing the stage.

  “They can see us, too.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest. “Ohmygod.”

  “They give us a show, we give them a show, sweetheart.”

  Was this for real? Or did he make it up just so she’d run scared? The lengths he’s willing to go not to fulfill his end of the bargain astonish me. “Are there cameras here? I mean, can everyone see me?” she asked to make sure. Or play along.

  Sensing her hesitation, he kissed the sweep of her neck, turning her bones into putty. “No cameras. Strictly forbidden. Only the performers in the middle can see you, but honestly, they’re too busy fucking one another right now. Doesn’t the possibility turn you on, Emma?”

  “W-what?”

  He reached for her halter top and undid the knot, the strips falling down her chest. “To know I’m about to fuck you hard and good, and these people will see us if they choose to. Doesn’t that turn you on?”

  “I…” Did it? She could barely breathe, arousal constricting her lungs. Being with him turned her on to a painful level. Sure, this naked party helped her, but when he stroked her arms, his assuring hand on her skin, she mewled, powerless against the desire pulling her to him.

  She’d have to go back to her mental notes and register things later, because now, she surrendered to her body’s responses, losing the ability to think clearly. “Yes,” she said, finding it easier to agree with him than admit he was the one who made her horny as shit.

  Nico sank his teeth into the curve of her neck, and she mellowed, melting against him. He cupped her bare breasts, and she sighed, turning her head a bit in a frantic search for his mouth.

  He squeezed her tits, earning a little growl, and withdrew his head from her a notch. Was he serious? Was he not a kisser? Maybe he saved it for someone who meant something to him, a la Pretty Woman.

  He hiked up the hem of her dress, causing a trail of tingles wherever his hand touched. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. Let’s play.”

  She splayed her hands on the glass and parted her legs some more. He lowered himself behind her and began a path of small and big kisses on the backs of her knees, igniting a current of electric tingles. He ran his tongue up her thigh, and she chewed on her lower lip.

  Damn, the man had moves.

  When he reached her ass, he nipped her cheek, slipping his right hand into the front of her dress. She quivered, desire making her head light and legs weak. He held her in place, and in response, nipped her other cheek a bit more harshly. The ache upped her sizzling arousal one more notch, and she breathed hard, fogging the glass.

  When she eyed the stage, most of the debauchery continued, but a bald man with the physique of a personal trainer looked at her—intensely. This hadn’t been a joke; the glass was see-through. She swallowed and turned her head the other way. Even then, she felt the gaze of a complete stranger on her as Nico began playing with her kitty.

  He grabbed her ass, kneading it deeply, then delivered a swat to her. She yelped, the sting of his strong hand heating her flesh. No one had ever…spanked her before. What the hell? She paused for a moment, unsure of what to think.

  He thrust three fingers into her, and suddenly any thinking was out the window. She moaned, louder than she’d have wanted if she’d had the choice. “Yes. That’s how I like you, Emma. Soft, horny, and willing. Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He flicked her swollen clit, and a ripple of pleasure formed in her core.

  “Yes.”

  “Wrong answer. I want you to be a bad, ba
d girl,” he said, standing without breaking contact with her pussy. “Good girls don’t make a deal so they’ll get thoroughly fucked for a month.”

  And good girls don’t omit the fact they’ll be working on a project to keep the very same house he wants to buy. He licked the outer shell of her ear, his tongue causing the little hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. Any rationalization dissipated from her mind. He intensified the flicks on her clit, and she was so wet she heard the squishy sound his fingers made every time they entered and pulled from her.

  Nico nipped her earlobe, and she drew in a breath, her breasts about to explode with need. She heard him unzipping his pants and the rustle as they hit the ground. He positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, and adrenaline rushed through her veins. God, this was insane…

  “Please, Nico… I can’t take it anymore.”

  “What do you want?” He removed his right hand from her pussy, and she groaned in protest.

  “I want you,” she said, as he began to enter her, his cock so large and thick. For a moment, she paused, trying to accommodate him inside her. Maybe he wouldn’t fit after all.

  “You got me. Now, relax, Emma,” he said, blowing air over her shoulders, then depositing a kiss on her neck.

  “I don’t know if—”

  “It’ll fit, baby,” he said, and her clit pulsed. “You have a tight pussy, but I’ll break it in. Trust me.” He blew some air on the curve of her neck, and she might as well have purred. Damn. She wished she could take notes as he fucked her.

  He cupped her breasts again, pulling at the nipples, driving her mad with desire. At last he moved again, and she relaxed. Her inner muscles clung to his flesh, and he growled into her hair. Suddenly, she felt a pulse that could have been from her body or his. Didn’t matter.

  He thrust the rest of his rod into her, filling her completely. “You’re doing great, baby. So hot.”

  “Yes.” She rocked her hips into him, anxious for more action.

  He pulled himself out midway, only to fill her to the hilt again. With both hands at her waist, he bent her a little more, making the position perfect for deep thrusting. She closed her eyes, seeing stars, as he screwed her hard, each time ramming her harder.

  She shouted his name, as pleasure overpowered her, claiming her. She opened her eyes, her vision still blurry and dotted, as he delivered the final plunge, his fingers biting into her skin. That contraction came again, then released, and she quivered. Soon after, she heard him groan, and he emptied himself into her, his seed filling her and dripping from her thighs.

  She turned her head to the side, and even from a distance she found the bald man who had been looking at her earlier. He fucked a woman from behind, but his gaze darted at her, and a lazy, slow smile formed on his mouth.

  …

  “My lady parts still ache. Is that normal?” Emma asked, leaning dangerously close to him before she took a bite of her chicken taco.

  Nico nodded. After they’d left the club, he decided they needed to eat. Damn, he was starving…and she’d picked an area filled with food trucks. When she could have chosen any of the nicest restaurants in town, she’d picked the Mexican stand.

  “Yes, it’s normal.” He took a swig of his beer, then tilted his head in the direction of the car he’d parked. “And it’s not lady parts. You’re not sixty.”

  “What should I call it?”

  “Pussy,” he said, then took a bite of the last of his steak taco. When he wiped his mouth then tossed the napkin in a nearby trash can, he looked at her again, and her cheeks reddened. “Cunt,” he said in a lower voice. The color on her cheeks deepened and spread down her neck.

  Her throat visibly worked. “Whoa. I guess girlie parts is out of the question then.”

  He chuckled. “You have a lot to learn, Emma.”

  “Maybe Simon isn’t into dirty talking,” she said, shrugging. “Not that either of us have tried, but I can’t imagine him saying these things.”

  He clenched his teeth. Ah. Again with the ex’s preferences. Who cared? Not Nico. Yet he managed to swallow the unfamiliar possessiveness lodging in his throat, and squared his shoulders. If he did his job right and taught her all she needed to learn, she’d go back to Simon and get married. If lackluster sex had been the only reason why that loser had broken up with her, Emma certainly would be at an advantage in a month’s time.

  Shit. Who cared about any of this?

  “Piccola, not saying these things is a big part of your current situation.”

  She sighed. “I guess. What about the men downstairs? I’m guessing penis is too clinical. Do you prefer dicks?”

  He opened the door for her. “Cock,” he said, whispering it in her ear just before going round the car and sliding into his seat.

  His groin stirred, his blood pumping hot in his veins. He touched the steering wheel but didn’t bother to start his car and just drummed his fingers on the leather. Man, when he’d screwed her in the club… That had been unexpectedly intense, and an awareness prickled him with the sheer image of it.

  “Another question.” she said.

  “Yeah?”

  “Are you a sloppy kisser? Or is it not included in our sex education package?”

  Sloppy? With one swift move, he pulled her into his lap, and within a second, he slammed his lips on hers. She gasped against his mouth, and he thrust his fingers into her hair, angling the back of her neck to intensify his exploration. The moment his tongue stroked hers, his heart flipped in his chest.

  Lust exploded into overdrive inside him. During their session at the club, he’d been so overwhelmed by her beauty, the powerful way she made him feel, he had refrained from kissing her. He’d wanted to save the best for last. And now, damn it, he waved finesse goodbye. She squirmed on his lap, positioning herself closer, straddling him.

  Thankfully, he’d parked the car in an area facing a greenbelt, away from the crowd. He hiked up the hem of her dress, loving that she’d kept her underwear off. He slipped a couple of fingers into her pussy, and she plastered her hands on his chest, fumbling with his buttons.

  His internal heat burned so much that when she clenched both sides of his shirt and the top buttons flung through the air, a cooler breeze caressed his bare flesh. Only temporarily. Soon, she stroked his pecs, and he withdrew his lips from hers for a moment, to catch some air. Not only was she a great pupil, she was teaching him a thing or two about himself. A taco joint surely beat any Michelin starred restaurant if that meant having Emma on his lap.

  “Can I ask you something?” she said in between kisses, as they both gasped for air.

  “Not the best timing, but sure,” he said gruffly.

  “When you took me to that place, did you get aroused because of me, or well, everything happening around us?” she asked, a touch of nervousness in her voice.

  He cupped her face, wiping the hair away. “It was all you, Emma. All you.”

  He’d barely paid any attention to the other people screwing, but having gone there still mattered to him. While he’d given her the excuse of teaching her how to kiss her inhibitions goodbye, their first time had been in a place that had nothing special about it. Sure, she’d probably remember the venue in the future, but because of its outrageousness, and not because of him. Part of his strategy was to keep reality in check at all times.

  She worried her bottom lip, her gaze lasered on his. Flecks of silver gleamed in the depths of her soulful hazel eyes, and his fingers tingled to touch her. What kind of stupid idiot was her ex to let a woman like this go? Acid spilled into his gut. He was using her to get back what had been taken from him. No more, no less.

  Chapter Five

  “What are we doing here?” she asked when they entered the luxury department store. “I do have clothes.” She’d always taken pride in her pragmatic wardrobe and found countless uses for a simple scarf, and usually favored gray slacks and flirty pastel tops.

  “Yes, but your clothes don’t scream s
exy.”

  Can’t they just whisper sexy? “I don’t want them to,” she said. “I’m a professional translator, not a burlesque dancer.”

  He lifted his eyebrow. “I’m talking about after-hours fun…”

  “Usually at the end of the day, I’m exhausted. Too tired to put on a show,” she said honestly. Ever since not receiving the promotion she’d hoped for a year ago, she opened her own business and now worked as a freelancer, which meant more hustling. Not that she minded. She had her career and hopefully, thanks to Nico, would marry Simon.

  “My point exactly. Look where you are—begging for help from the expert.”

  “Begging? Don’t forget you’re getting something out of it, too, lover boy.” She nudged his elbow. “Why do you want that house so badly, anyway? I’m sure there are other terrific places in Mauritius. In the world.” She gave him a sidelong glance. What made him jeopardize his friendship and have sex with her for a month?

  “Second floor.” He pointed to the escalator and a muscle in his jaw jumped. “Women’s section.”

  She followed him, noticing how his posture stiffened, his muscles stretching the high-end three-piece gray suit he wore. She had to admit the man was delicious. And irritated. Jeez. She’d just asked a question.

  Does he know if he ignores the question I’ll dig deeper? He probably didn’t. If he had a real big reason, would it change her opinion? No. It couldn’t. Port Louis needed a decent animal sanctuary, a place politicians didn’t use as a pawn for their own agenda. A place created by someone who loved animals. Frustration clogged her throat. Desmorais had explained this all to her, and why her silence on the matter was critical. He didn’t want local politicians “offering” their help or the strings attached.

  Besides, would Nico even understand? He excelled at sex, not real relationships. Her heart skipped a beat when he gestured at the enormous floor she’d never even known existed in that store.