Page 115 of Beautifully Ruined
“That’s better.” I hold out my arm to take her to the bar.
We sit right as Thomas comes up. “Did you get your phone?”
“I did.” And I pull it from my pocket, confirming he noted me leaving it.
Or he has a camera. Maybe both. But whatever camera he has is probably just on the door. If he does illegal things in there, he might want documentation on who enters the office, but not what people might do in there.
That computer will have what he thinks are complicated passwords.
If he’d found the micro router, I don’t think I’d be breathing right now.
“Actually, I have a job for you,” he says.
I raise a brow. “A real one?”
“Let’s just say ClubDoux Malvaisis my rival, and I’d like a peek into their finances.
Sweet Wicked or Devil in old French. It’s a club I quite like and nowhere near the level of exclusive like this one.
“A peek or some dirt?”
Thomas grins. “Both. How long do you think it’ll take?”
If he wants dirt, he wants leverage, something to use in blackmail. So, I sweeten the pot. “How about I hack their accounts, syphon some money, and get you that dirt?”
“Even better.”
The rich love to make more money, it’s something that always amuses me.
I pull out my phone and since this burner is smart and the job is fucking easy, I get it done in minutes. “How’s now? Check your email.”
Thomas does as, next to me, Vi sits quiet and mostly still, sipping the whiskey I got her.
“Impressive,” he murmurs. “We just might be able to form an arrangement like you wanted. This does earn you membership. Consider your name always on the list.”
I nod. “I’m listening.”
“It’s bigger, a real one, and it pays. But there’ll be a lot more risk involved.”
“Thomas, I’m down for anything. We’ll talk more this week as I think I need to get Vi home. She’s worn out.” I slide her a look.
I don’t think she’s worn out, but the first time at a sex club can be draining in other ways, and I want to bring her some private joy, too.
But Allistair smirks. “Or you wore her out. I heard you put on a little show of your own earlier. Pity I missed it. Still, there’s always next time…”
“What can I say?” I look at Vi. “My little partner has a voracious appetite. One might say it’s insatiable…”
“Tomorrow night?” Thomas frames it as a question.
I nod. “Tomorrow night.”
“I’ll see you both then…”
I pinVi to the door the moment we get in.
It’s the perfect fucking outfit. All I have to do is go to my knees, push the edges of the skirt up, and she’s naked, wet, mine.
I part her thighs and suck her clit hard until she shakes and shudders, coming hard. Pushing a hand on her stomach, I lick, roughly hitting her clit, time after time, not letting her ride out the orgasm.
