Page 36 of Son of a Preacher Man

Her eyes snapping open, she gasped. Half-naked people milled about the corridor. Nobody looked their way. Not one even batted an eyelash.

“It’s okay, baby.” His cadence hypnotic, Kodiak toyed with the stiffened peak. “Every part of you is beautiful. Let them see.”

Kelly lowered the bodice, in plain sight of anyone who happened to come by, offering her breasts to him. Reverently, he stroked her nipples with his thumbs, and this powerful feeling washed over her. She owned him too.

“Yes, that’s my girl,” he crooned. “You’re free here. Show them what I get to touch. To taste…” Kodiak kissed her lips, then bent his head, sucking a nipple deep into his mouth.

Grabbing onto the doorframe, she cried out at the exquisite sensation of it. Electric desire coursed through her veins, weighing heavy between her thighs. People stopped to watch, but surprisingly she didn’t care. Quite the opposite, in fact. Tangling her fingers in his hair, Kelly held him to her breast. Right then, she wanted everyone to see the pleasure this man was able to give her.

“Please…God…”

“He’s not here, sweets.” His tongue flicking at her nipple, a hand slipped beneath her dress. “I am.”

Two fingers penetrated her. “Fuck,” Kelly whimpered with relief. She needed to come.

“I know,” he soothed, pumping in and out of her.

Slipping closer to the edge of the volcano, hot lava flowed down her thighs. She bit down on her lip and closed her eyes tight, readying herself for the fall.

“Open.” His tone commanding, green eyes bored into her own. “I want you looking at me.”

I see you.

He plunged inside her again. And again. And again.

Almost there.

One more second. Maybe two.

For God’s sake, don’t stop.

Please…

But just as he had before, Kodiak abruptly withdrew, slowly licking the copious wetness that glistened on his fingers. Then he smirked, and with a devious chuckle, he kissed her on the lips. “Patience, Snicks. You’ll be thanking me later.”

Think so, do you?

“If you’ll excuse me.” Hastily, Kelly pulled up the top of her dress. “I’m going to the restroom now.”

She pushed open the door to the private lounge. Expelling a breath, she surveyed the opulence around her. Fucking hell. Black marble. Crystal. Sumptuous fabrics. An ornate armoire housed a warming drawer with cleansing cloths and towels, lotions and oils. Kelly snickered to herself. “Anything you might require to freshen up the kitty, eh?”

Her nether regions a dripping mess, she made use of the amenities.

A quick glance in the mirror told her she was none the worse for wear after her public tryst. Kelly touched up her lips, finger-combed her hair, and put the silly lace mask on. She was glad for it, though. A veil of protection, it gave her something to hide behind, a sense of security, false as it may be.

This was not her scene, and everybody out there knew it—her niece, especially. She wasn’t stupid. Katie knew why she was here. Bracing herself for the scrutiny that was sure to come, Kelly took a deep breath and ventured out into the hallway.

Except for tiny flickers of candlelight, the club was pitch-black. She peeked over the railing to the main floor below. No music. No chatter. Nothing but darkness until a single beam of murky light hit the fog-filled stage. Kelly tiptoed along the railing, sidling past Chloe, Jesse, and Taylor, to get to Katie over at the bar.

“What are you doing here, Auntie?” With a saucy smirk, her niece planted a kiss on her cheek. “Your friend is over there.”

Snickering, Brendan choked on his whiskey.

“Please, Katie-Kate.” Subtly turning her head, Kelly spotted Kodiak on the big U-shaped sofa between Sloan and Dillon’s girlfriend. Ugh! Forgot about him. “Not now.”

No way was she going over there to sit with them. She’d stay right here with Katie. And her husband. Kelly wrinkled her nose. “I need a drink.”

Pushing a glass of champagne into her hand, Brendan winked.

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