Page 56 of Billionaire Bachelor
I take another sip, the crisp, fruity bubbles dancing on my tongue. “You’re pulling out all the stops tonight. You do know I’m a sure thing, right?”
Logan leans in, his voice warm with amusement. “Oh,I know, Rosie.”
I roll my eyes but can’t fight my grin. “Ass.”
“You knew what you were signing up for,” he teases.
I give him another dry look as I drift toward the half-wall, where the crowd below moves in a hypnotic rhythm. Even with the bass thumping through the floor, I feel like we’re in our own little world. A private oasis in the middle of chaos.
“Damn,” I murmur, setting my glass on a table.
“Donovan said it’s the best seat in the house.”
It really is. I can see the entire floor from up here. Although, I don’t see a stage, so I wonder where the show will take place.
Logan steps behind me, his chest a solid wall of warmth against my back. His hands cage me in on either side, gripping the ledge. He doesn’t say anything, just lets his presence wrap around me like a second skin, thick with heat and tension.
Below us, the club pulses with energy. Couples sway together in a slow, seductive rhythm, moving in time with the beat. My pulse picks up, the space between my thighs warming as I think about what’s to come.
I tip my head slightly, my cheek brushing against Logan’s shoulder. “This place is insane,” I murmur.
His lips are close to my ear when he replies, his voice a low rumble. “Just wait. I’m sure it’ll get even better in a minute.”
As if on cue, the lights flicker. The couples dancing below pause mid-step before scattering to the tables along the perimeter of the room. The energy shifts, a new kind of anticipation crackling in the air.
The music changes, slowing to something sinfully seductive. The volume is lower than before but still commands attention.
“Here we go,” Logan says.
I inhale sharply as the club darkens significantly, fingers grippingthe ledge a little tighter. A single spotlight pierces the void, illuminating the dance floor. The empty space ripples with movement, and I blink in disbelief as the very center of it begins to split open.
A hidden platform rises from the floor, smooth and controlled, until a sleek, velvet-covered bed takes its place. On the bed lies a beautiful naked woman, her small breasts and pointed pink nipples exposed. Her arms are stretched above her, cuffed to the metal headboard. Her legs are spread wide, inviting any and all who dare to take advantage of her vulnerable position to see. The sight is both erotic and powerful, a display of female dominance that leaves me breathless. The crowd below gasps in unison, their eyes glued to the unfolding spectacle. Logan’s arms wind around my waist, pulling my backside into the very noticeable bulge in his pants.
“You look so fucking sexy right now, Rosie,” he says in my ear, his voice low and husky.
I don’t have a mirror handy, but I imagine my eyes are glazed over, fixated on all the naked flesh below. My nipples are painfully hard, the stretchy material of my dress feeling damn near abrasive against them.
The woman on stage is joined by two men. The tall and muscular man with dark hair starts to kiss the woman’s neck while his hands slide down her body to cup her breasts, slowly twisting her nipples between his fingers. The other man, a younger, leaner figure with short blond hair, kneels between her legs, running his hands up and down her thighs before dipping a finger into her noticeably wet slit.
When she moans, I startle. There must be a microphone near the stage because it sounded like she was right beside me.
The sight is intoxicating as she arches her back, and the men continue their advances. A thrill of desire ripples through me at the sight of their intimate connection.
Logan presses his erection against my side, his arm tightening around my middle.
My heart hammers in my chest as the man on stage begins licking the woman’s pussy. The second man climbs onto the bed, kneelingnear her head.He takes her shoulders, pushing gently as she leans up, the cuffs preventing her from fully turning to face him. He licks along the side of her neck, then kisses it before whispering something in her ear that makes her moan again. He suckles on her breasts, alternating between them as she reaches her hips toward the man between her legs.
The man by her face strokes his erection, presenting it to her. She starts sucking with great enthusiasm, her head bobbing up and down in a rhythm that’s in perfect sync with the pulsing bass of the music.
Logan’s breath is hot against my neck as we watch the scene unfold.
My body trembles with arousal, the sights and sounds all too enticing to resist.
The two men on the bed continue their passionate dance, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they pleasure the woman before them. Her moans grow louder, her hips bucking against the bed as she takes the man’s cock deeper into her throat.
The one below continues feasting on her, his tongue darting in and out of her wet folds, causing her to quiver with pleasure. Her hands grip the metal headboard, knuckles turning white as she tries to hold back her orgasm.
Logan’s fingers trail along my waistline as we watch the tantalizing display, teasing me with a gentle caress.
