Page 40 of King of Clubs

I felt hot.

I wanted things from him that I should not and could not want. I was too messed up to be entering into anything with anyone let alone someone as gorgeous and put together as him, yet he was all I could think about. As the music played, I found myself swaying my hips, intensifying the contact, desperate for more.

“Hmmmm, so much less attitude when we’re face to face,” his voice was velvet, smooth with conviction.

I had no reply, no quick wit to offer.

I couldn’t think beyond the man who I could feel on every inch of my body.

The crowd cheering as another song started broke me from my reverie and Sebastian loosened his grip, instead spinning me and with his hand on the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd. I walked ahead of him, taking guidance from the light touch, contemplating where we were going and hoping it was somewhere private. Exiting the dance floor, we moved to the back of the club, where he opened a door which separated revellers from employees, and climbed a discrete set of stairs. I followed him blindly, flushed and overwhelmed by his touch. At this point I didn’t care where we went as long as I was alone with him.

The music faded as Sebastian unlocked a door at the top of the stairs gesturing for me to enter. It appeared to be an office, a large oak desk orienting the space, void except for a single pen holder and a closed laptop. To the left sat a small bench, cut into the wall, with a singular bulb alight, the only source of light other than the strobes of colour which occasionally moved through the floor to ceiling window. A closet and a table with no less than fifteen screens showing various spaces within the club lined the right wall and I moved to this immediately. I scoured the feed for our table, grinning when I spotted Arna still on Andy’s lap, her back to his chest and his hand inappropriately placed beneath her skirt. Flick, Jay, Jack and the others were still there, ignoring the obnoxious behaviour of our friends as they drank and enjoyed themselves. I smiled, turning to find Sebastian staring at me intently.

“This is the best. Although I see enough of their filthy antics at home and now I have to see it on zoom,” I said, suppressing a shiver.

Seb grinned and the sight was disarming.

“You’d be surprised by the things I see,” he grimaced, which made me laugh.

“Oh god. I would spend all night watching these. People are horrifyingly fascinating. Do you find it distracting?”

“Sometimes. Depends if there is something or someone I want to watch.” His answer was brief, yet the implication there, as he moved to a small bar fridge hidden beneath the bench, grabbing a chilled glass and placing it on top. “Drink?” His voice alone made me shiver.

“Sure, thanks.”

While he tinkered with whatever he was making, I took the opportunity to snoop around, pausing at the floor to ceiling glass. I inhaled quickly at the view of so many people on a Friday night in the city. People were uninhibited, enjoying themselves with their companions and the liberation in their movements was contagious.

Sebastian’s arm grazed my side as he handed me a drink with a small green straw. He stood close enough that I could smell him, but not as close as I would like given I was still thinking about how his hands had caressed my hips only minutes ago.

“Vodka passion fruit,” he stated matter of factly, like I had ordered the drink myself.

Huh. He knew my drink order. I was sure it wasn’t something we’d discussed in our messages which meant he’d been observing me. At the realisation, I found my self-imposed walls dropping ever so slightly.

“Thank you,” I stated and he simply nodded as if it were no big deal.

“This really is amazing. I didn’t even notice how large this place is from down there. But with this view, I could stand here and watch people all night,” I said with a laugh.

He moved to stand behind me, looking over my shoulder, his breath in my ear.

“I used to, but these days I’m finding myself only wanting to watch one person,” grabbing my hip again he pulled me back into his chest. I swayed lightly on my feet, inhaling sharply at the instant desire I felt spread through my body. When he was this close it did things to me that I couldn’t explain. Made me feel dirty in all the right ways.

“Would you like it if I watched you?” His question was heated, his voice laced with something I couldn’t quite name. Any answer I would have given was sucked right from me when his fingers lightly danced across my stomach up to my ribcage. Careful even, as if waiting for me to tell them to stop.

Instead, I shamelessly leant into his touch, wanting him to move higher. Suddenly desperate.

When he kissed my neck, I actually whimpered, my eyes closing and my head falling back to rest on his chest. The music from below was loud, beating through the floor, creating a vibration which coupled with his touch, was palpable. Taking the drink from my hand he placed it on the table before reentering my space, my breathing increasing instantly.

He kissed my neck again, whispering, “I was watching you down there. Dancing in this tight fucking skirt and all I could think about was bringing you up here so I could touch you,” his hands performed as he spoke, grazing my skin and moving up and around my neck. Instinctively, my head fell back again allowing him access.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he praised, sending a rush low in my belly and I mewled at his admiration. He made me feel sexy, his hands tracking my body as though it was a compulsion.

“Sorry, it’s been a while,” I said as a way of explaining my uncontrolled responses.

“Don’t apologise. I love hearing you respond to me like that,” his hands were everywhere and it was all I could do not to rip my clothes off.

Opening my eyes, realisation dawned. “Can they see us?”

Again dragging his teeth down my neck he responded. “No, Marlee. I don’t share. And I especially wouldn’t share something as memorable as you. Would you mind if they could though?” He was teasing as he asked but the thought made my body temperature rise and I leaned into him harder. Why was the thought of him touching me with so many people around so fucking hot?

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