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“Yeah, I wanna know what you were doing meeting up with a certain asshole. I thought he was a problem you didn’t want to be around.”
Shock filled me, realizing he was talking about Chad.
“Have you been following me?” I asked him.
“Just answer the damn question, Becca. I don’t have time for girls who want to jump from man to man,” he snapped, and the backlash of his words hurt.
“How did you know I ran into him?” I said with my hands on my hips, wanting to know how he would be aware of something like that to begin with.
“I had security follow you to make sure you’re safe since you are going out alone. Now, answer my question.”
Shaking my head, laughter escaped me, realizing he was being serious.
“Wow, James… First of all, I wasn’t meeting him. He caught me while I was out, and I have no idea how the f*ck he found me. But I put him in his place and told him to f*ck off. Secondly, don’t you dare come telling me what I can and can’t do…. We aren’t together, remember?”
Rushing towards me, he pinned me against the wall with my hands above my head and his thigh between my legs. “No… you’re mine, Becca.”
I was breathless from his actions but incredibly turned on. Chad had never been possessive like this. James was showing me how it felt to be desired, and I loved every moment of it.
“Prove it,” I whispered as I stared at him. “Show me how much I am yours.”
I wasn’t sure what I was really asking, but before I knew it, his lips were upon mine, and our clothing was falling to the floor.
If James wanted to own me, I wasn’t sure I’d have the ability to say no.
At least for the next few weeks.
Heated moments.
They never seemed to dull in the slightest, and yet with everything he did to me, I couldn’t help but to let myself go and become excited.
He was a sex god, after all. A pleasure sent up from hell to devour me with every chance he got, or at least that was what I liked to tell myself. There was no way he was able to do this kind of stuff naturally.
It was positively sinful in every way.
“I want you to come with me to something tonight,” James replied as I watched him step from the shower, wrapped in a towel and dripping wet.
“Oh, yeah? Where’s that?” I still hadn’t had the chance to shower myself. I was still laid in his bed with the sheets draped over me and a satisfied haze clouding my mind.
“To a club,” he smirked.
Pausing for a moment, I stared at him with curiosity. “You don’t seem like the type to go clubbing, James.”
With a soft chuckle, he towel-dried his hair and walked closer to me. “Oh, it’s not the kind of club you are thinking of.”
I wasn’t someone who enjoyed going out often, but I knew very well a club was a club, no matter what. Wasn’t it?
“Okay…” I replied hesitantly. “What should I wear?”
Taking a moment, he walked towards his closet and pulled out a black and silver box with a bow and smiled. Turning towards me, he held it out. I stood, naked, and slowly padded towards him, taking the box.
“What’s this?” I asked with a spark of mischievousness in my smile. “Is it an exotic place?”
“Yes, I suppose you can say that, and that is an outfit I picked out for you. Wear the black heels you have with it.”
I stood staring at him for a moment longer before he turned away from me and disappeared back into his bathroom. I wasn’t sure exactly what he was planning, but regardless of what it was, I didn’t want to say no.
Something inside me, instead, begged to find out because for him to call it exotic… it must have been some very special place for him to seem excited.
After taking a shower, I walked towards the bed and opened the box. My hair and make-up were already done, I prepared to wear whatever it was James had selected for me. The problem was, when I opened the box, I didn’t expect to see a sexy lace and almost see-through number with a black matching lace mask.
“James!” I yelled in confusion, trying to understand where the hell it was we were going.
He quickly entered the room looking sexier than I had ever seen him in black Armani pants and white button-up top that was rolled at the sleeves and open at the collar.
“What’s wrong?”
I stood staring at him hungrily.
“Uh–what kind of club are we going to that I need to wear this?” I said slowly before looking back down at the garment on my bed.
Laughter escaped him as he stepped close to me. “One that is sinful and going to take you to entirely new levels you haven’t experienced yet. Of course, we don’t have to go if you’re uncomfortable.”
“You mean a sex club?” I whispered as he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Yes,” he replied before kissing me gently. “It’s Club Velvet, where you can go to play or play with others. I have a group of friends who are meeting up there tonight and never have I brought someone with me. I usually watch, but tonight, I figured I could show off what’s mine. If that’s okay with you?”
Hesitation and nervousness filled me.
I had never done anything like that before, and the thought of exposing myself to others, and perhaps having sex with James in front of other people, wasn’t something I had ever considered before.
“Okay–” I agreed, watching as his smile widened.
“You’re amazing, Becca. Finish getting ready. I’ll be downstairs waiting.”
I watched him turn towards the door, and as he did, I let out a heavy breath I had been holding and stared at the little number again.
Was this really something I was going to do?
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An hour later, I was exiting James’ private car adorned in the little lacey number hidden beneath the black coat I was wearing. My mask in place and red lipstick to accent, I walked on his arm into Miami’s hottest club, Velvet.
The sounds of people laughing and the beats of the music pulsated through me. I was entranced by what I was seeing. There were women and men everywhere scattered in very revealing clothing or no clothing at all. Lace, leather, and silk galore lined the entryway and cascaded through the archway towards the dance floor.
“May I take your coat, ma’am?” a valet asked at the entrance with a smile. I looked at James, and he nodded, so I took a deep breath, slid the coat off, and handed it to the valet.
I was exposed now, but with the mask in place, it made me feel a little more comfortable about the attire I was wearing.