Mitchel straightened up, adjusting his tie as he tried to calm himself down. He hadn’t intended to take her in the car. Her first time shouldn’t be rushed like that. He’d only meant to claim a bit of a reward, and perhaps even punish her just a little, but the taste of her sweetness had made him lose control.

“J Clubhouse,” he said, his voice still a bit husky.

J Clubhouse was a private venue owned by Johnson Group, typically reserved for high-profile clients and ...