The velvet of the booth pressed against the back of my bare shoulders, a cool contrast to the heat blooming beneath my skin. The club swirled around us in a haze of pulsing lights and moaning bass, but it all blurred into a background hum the moment Kyl slid in beside me. my pussy throbbed dripping hot liquid.

He didn’t touch me. He didn’t need to. His presence alone wrapped around my senses like silk and steel. I kept my eyes fixed on the lip of my glass, fingers curled tightly around ...