Page 93 of Rogue Royal
Mav placed what he was carrying onto the counter and turned to Douglas. It was now or never. “I want to go to the club.”
Douglas raised his eyebrows, eyes widening as a slow grin crept across his face. “Seriously?”
Mav nodded. Douglas dashed across the distance separating them, and crushed Mav into a kiss. He knew he’d made the right choice, and he knew Douglas wouldn’t let anything happen to him. The reason it had taken Mav so long to gain the courage to do this was that he was scared, and nothing would stop him from being scared until he took the leap of faith and went.
“We don’t have to do anything. We can watch and wander around drinking beer and seeing what everyone else is doing. Oh, my god! This is going to be great. You’ll like it; I know you will.”
Mav was sure he would, but he was nervous. Douglas had introduced more sensation play into the bedroom throughout the months they’d been together, and they had also watched several BDSM videos—not the porn type, but with people who knew what they were doing—to get Mav used to what he might see at the club. Mav knew what to expect.
“When do you want to go?” Douglas cupped his jaw.
“Tonight?”
Douglas’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”
Mav shrugged. “Why not? We don’t have plans.” Plus, Mav needed to do this before he lost his confidence again.
“All right. Let’s get ready.” Douglas took his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. “I have something special for you.”
Mav’s heart raced. “What?”
“Come see.”
Douglas let his hands go and ventured into the room, rummaging through the bottom drawer. He brought out some black fabric and turned to Mav. “If you don’t like it, it’s absolutely fine.”
Douglas’s uncharacteristic show of uncertainty charmed Mav, and he drifted closer, holding out his hand. “Let me see.”
Douglas passed him the item, and Mav shook it out. It was a black mesh shirt, which meant it was slightly see-through. Mav loved it. He dropped it on the bed, stripped off his shirt and held it up to his chest in the mirror. He didn’t want to put it on before he’d showered, but it intrigued him. It wasn’t easy to see, but he liked the idea. Throwing it back on the bed, he held out a hand to Douglas.
“Come on, shower time.”
They showered in record time, and Mav laughed at Douglas’s exuberance.
“Sorry, I’m excited to show you what it’s like.”
Mav put a hand on his chest. “It’s okay. I know. Let’s get ready, and we can go.” Mav slipped some black trousers on, then pulled the mesh shirt on. He wasn’t sure what the material was, but it was soft against his skin. Once dressed, he stood in front of the mirror, running his hand over the surface of the material. It was strange to see himself dressed like this, but it looked good. It was in keeping with his love of shirts with a collar and cuffs of solid fabric, but the rest of it…had holes.
Douglas wore black leather trousers and a black waistcoat, but he pulled a suit jacket over the top. “I’d be front-page news if I wore this in public, so I’m told.” Douglas winked. “Are you sure?”
“Definitely.”
It didn’t take them long to get there. Douglas pulled into the car park and held his hand as they entered the lift. As soon as they exited, a tiny woman greeted them.
“Good evening, Your Highness, Mr Houghton. I’m glad to see you.”
Douglas chuckled. “Clarice is a stickler for titles like you are, Mav. Mav, this is Clarice, who keeps this place ticking over. Clarice, this is my boyfriend, Mav.”
“Nice to meet you, Clarice.”
“Likewise, Mr Houghton.”
Douglas pressed his thumbprint to a sensor and indicated for Mav to do the same. He’d already explained this was how they could gain entry to the main club.
“Thank you. Let me save your details, Mr Houghton, and you’ll be all set.”
“Make sure he gains full access, Clarice. To my locker as well.” Mav shot a questioning glance at him. “It gives you access to the Monitors’ changing room, too.”
“Okay. All sorted. Enjoy your evening.”
