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my mouth and caressed his tongue with my own.

He gave one last soft press of his lips to mine, leaned to the side, and kissed Matthew.

I couldn't take my eyes off them.

I loved that Richard's prick was still buried in my ass while he kissed Matthew. I loved that he hadn't rolled off and gotten dressed as soon as he'd finished fucking me. And what the hell did that mean? I was always the first one out the door after the cum went flying. I shifted, trying to give him a clue.

Richard held Matthew's gaze for a moment before he gripped the condom and withdrew. He stood and unfastened my restraints, checking each wrist and rubbing each hand. “Are you okay?”

I swallowed and searched for my voice. “Yeah. You know what you're doing.” God, does he know what he's doing.

He grabbed towels from the cabinet and sprawled across the foot of the bed, tossing each of us a towel. “I don't like to cause any pain. That's not my thing.”

Matthew lifted his head from my arm and rolled onto his back.

I settled my hands behind my head and relaxed into the sated warmth, feeling calm, comfortable, alive.

The fact that a sexual experience had caused the feeling gave me pause. Sex was for pleasure. During the act I wanted to fly, feel a loss of control, a release. But when it was done, it was over. It wasn't supposed to make me feel so damn secure.

Matthew rose onto his elbows and stared across the room. The question came out in a hurry on the trail of a long breath. “Are either of you going to be back anytime soon?”

I'd just gotten my brains fucked out, but I was pretty sure I'd given them my usual remarks about keeping it to a one-time thing.

“Maybe,” Richard said.

I slid to the end of the bed, stood, and threw on my pants and shoes.

“Matthew, you can use the shower if you want,” Richard said. “You look like you could use it.”

Matthew stood and shifted from one foot to the other. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.” He raked a hand through his sweat-covered waves. The remnants of cum shone on his fingers, and his hair slicked back with it. My cum looks good in his hair. I pictured him on his knees, me jacking myself, then shooting on his hair and face.

I need to get the hell out of here.

Matthew never glanced away from me as he traveled the distance from the bed to the bathroom. “In case you aren't here when I get back, that was great. Worth the wait, you know?”

I nodded but couldn't keep my gaze level with his. Once he slipped into the smaller room, I wrestled my shirt on. Richard lay back and watched me.

I went to the door. My back to the room, I didn't plan on speaking, until the words were already in the air between us and I had no way to take them back. “Thanks. I needed that.” My hand gripped the doorknob until my knuckles turned white.

“Me too,” he said.

I stepped out in the hall and jerked the door shut.

What the hell? I didn't thank anyone. Not for something as simple as fucking.

Chapter Three

The walk down to the main floor of the club was never as anticipation filled as the walk up, but it didn't bother me. I didn't mind anyone knowing what I'd been up to in a room upstairs. I liked the idea some things were that uncomplicated.

The bar was as crowded as before and would remain that way until the place closed. Some men wanted to keep the night going, even if they'd already taken a walk up the stairs. One quick drink and I'd head home. I never stayed long after the sex, but something wouldn't let me walk out. Something in me wanted to hold on to the night a little longer, hold on to the lingering sensations of them all over my body. No three-way had ever had me so undone.

I slumped onto a stool.

One of the regular bartenders approached. “Hey, Luke. Mr. Simon wanted you to know he's in tonight.”

“Thanks. He been waiting long?”

“Not long. He's at his usual table.”

A delighted smile hit my lips. Walter Simon was the one man who could elicit such a response without the anticipation of sexual follow-up. He was also the only club member whose last name everyone knew. He no longer frequented the club on a regular basis, but he'd been a member since the day the place opened.

Walter sat on the other side of the room, his legs crossed, an arm draped over the back of his chair, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gaze swept over the dancing crowd. The gray at his temples dusting into the dark hair gave him a distinguished demeanor. As a cop, he'd kept in shape his entire life. Even his years as a detective and his early retirement hadn't softened him. There was a hard edge to his build. Yet his demeanor fit his current job, the CEO of his own security tech company.

He was the first man I'd fucked at the club, and was the only member I called a friend. I would've considered the man the closest to a father figure I knew as an adult, but since I'd sucked his cock, I kept the analogy in check.

I sat at his table. “I didn't see you when I came down.”

Walter gave up on the crowd and smirked. “I noticed you were preoccupied.” He tipped his glass at a young waiter by the table. “And a beer for my friend.” Walter's gaze followed the young man's retreat to the bar behind me.

“He's cute,” I said.

Walter met my stare and gave a shallow nod. “It's good to see you. Haven't talked with you in a while.”

“Checking up on me?”

He tilted his drink my way. “You usually need checking up on.”

I huffed out a short laugh. “I've been okay. Work's keeping me busy.”

“It's