Page 82 of One Night Seduction

“And the women envy me,” she says breathlessly, like that statement is somehow gratifying for her.

Her eyes swing back to me as she continues.

“They want this. A handsome, intelligent, strong man who will allow them to break apart into pieces. A man who will give them enough freedom to be an independent person, but enough boundaries to allow them a safe space to thrive. They want someone who will push them, break them, and then put them back together again.”

I pull on the chain a little, tightening it slightly as I tilt my head and cup her face with my free hand.

“Is that what I am to you, Sparrow?”

She shakes her head in disbelief.

“More.”

Pride swells my chest as I lean down, pressing my lips to hers. That pride only expands as I do, proving to everyone in this world and the next that this incredible, beautiful, amazing woman is mine, and I am hers.

When we break apart, a smile graces her face. One that is so breathtaking it sends my heart racing. I hold her face for several more seconds, shaking my head with reverence before I reach down and loosen the necklace, returning it to its original form.

As I take my seat, I notice Arianna touching the chain gently before a knowing smile crosses her face.

“Do we have any plans after dinner?”

Yes, but I’ll change them in a heartbeat if she wants me to.

“What do you have in mind, Sparrow?”

Chapter Twenty Eight

Arianna

Did you know that the club sells masks at the door if you don’t have one? I didn’t know that either, but when I told Logan that I wanted to go back, he asked for the check then and there and we were in the car within minutes. We got to the club, and after a quick exchange with the bouncer, Logan and I were slipping on our masks and walking down the familiar hallway.

His hand is resting on the small of my back, making sure I never move more than a pace or two away from him. I smile up at him as he looks down at me with a smile of his own, his hold on my back moving to my hip. I sink into his touch as we step out of the hallway and into the main room.

God. It feels like it’s been a lifetime ago since I’ve been here, not a few weeks.

Everything has changed since I last stepped foot in here, absolutely everything. I never would have imagined the thing that would change the trajectory of my life would be going to a sex club.

My eyes roam around the room, taking in the people, theatmosphere. I swear it changes every night. Two men are making out on the couch to our left, while two women and a man are tangled up in a messy three-way makeout on the other. A man in his late fifties crawls by us on his hands and knees, a collar around his neck as a woman half his age walks him around the room, and it’s just any other night for this place. There is no judgement, no stigmas. When you step through those doors, all prior notions of right and wrong fly out the window, and your desires are the only things that remain.

“Do you need a drink, Sparrow?” Logan asks, pulling me a little closer to him as he does.

I smile up at him, shaking my head.

“No, I want to remember everything vividly.”

His other hand lifts to cup my cheek as he beams at me like that was the right answer. Wordlessly, he begins walking towards the stairs and I follow him happily. I don’t ask where we’re going, mainly because I don’t care. We could use and experiment in every single room of this place and I would still never have enough of Logan.

He leads us down a hallway before stopping at a door. There is a green light beside it, which I assume means no one is inside. Logan pushes the door open, revealing a voyeur room nearly identical to the one we used our first night together, but the layout is flipped. Same furniture, same set up, same gorgeous people sitting in the viewing area, waiting for someone to entertain them.

“You know, for someone who is awfully possessive of me, you sure don’t seem to mind sharing me,” I tease as I face the crowd.

Logan comes up behind me, his hand wrapping around my throat possessively as he cranks my head back to face him.

“I enjoy showing you off, thereis a difference.”

I attempt to shrug, loving the simmering fire in his eyes right now.

“Strangers are watching me spread myself open for you and you love it.”

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