Chapter 1
One
Sadie
“ H e’s coming!”
The security screens display the Land Rover parked out front. I let out a scream as I scurry out of the office and dash toward the entrance of the club.
Sage meets me at the black curtain separating the lobby from the main area.
“Breathe,” she says, putting her hands up. “He’s just a guy, remember?”
Just a guy .
Just a guy with two million followers on Instagram and twice as many on FanVids.
Just a guy I’ve been negotiating with—and maybe sorta flirting with—for the past three months.
Just a guy who could put our club on the map.
With a deep breath, I force my shoulders to descend from my ears and my eye to stop twitching. When we hear the car door slam outside, Sage and I pull back the curtain together.
The first man to walk in is stout and balding.
For a moment, I panic, thinking that maybe I’ve been catfished—along with a few million people.
But then, Jax Kingston walks in behind him. All six and a half feet of Adonis-level hotness.
“Mr. Kingston,” I beam as I close the distance, putting out a hand toward him.
Like the suave and sexy motherfucker that he is, he pauses near the door and licks his bottom lip. His tongue is red and just the peek of it sends a jolt of warmth to my core.
“You must be Sadie,” he says in a cool, raspy tone. “Sexy Sadie.”
Laughing at his own joke, he grins, and deep dimples pierce his perfectly chiseled cheeks.
Naturally, I giggle way too much and for far too long. He said my name.
Sage, ever the valiant heroine, steps in and saves the day. “Jax, we’re so glad you could make it to Sinners and Saints. I hope you understand that we cannot allow filming in the main public areas of the club, but should you feel inspired, you are welcome to film in any one of our private rooms. And if there is anything we can offer you while you’re here, please let us know.”
He crosses his arms and smiles down at Sage as if she’s a small poodle who just learned how to walk on her hind legs.
“Look at you two. I gotta say…a sex club owned by two women is so fucking cool.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sage’s tight-lipped smile. My headstrong boss has worked her ass off to make this club what it is, and she doesn’t take kindly to men patronizing her in any way, shape, or form.
Not that that’s what Jax is doing. He’s just being playful. She doesn’t understand his content.
Jax is young and progressive. He’s a true ally and wants all the same things she does—female empowerment and the destigmatization of sexual culture. He talks about it all the time on his Instagram.
“All right then,” he says with a wink. “Let’s check this place out.” He waves at the stout man who stays in the lobby as if that’s his job.
As we enter the club, I try to keep myself at Jax’s side. I want him to feel free to explore. It’s important for the club that he gets a good first impression. If he films content here and shares it on his socials, it could mean so much for us.
Our dreams of opening another location could be easily within reach with just a nudge of national attention.
“Wow,” he says, standing in the middle of the room. “This place is sick.”
There’s a lively crowd on the dance floor tonight. People are glancing this way, some of them clearly recognizing Jax.
“We have a full bar,” I say, pointing to the left. “And over twenty private rooms with various themes and supplies.”
Jax smiles down at me, and I feel my cheeks start to flame. “Supplies, huh? Are you going to give me a tour of those too?”
I laugh, looking away as I slap him playfully on the arm. When I look up and see Sage staring wide-eyed at me, I realize I might be acting too flirty.
“Sage,” one of our escorts calls from the hallway. “There’s a call for you.”
She waves at Dean before turning toward me and Jax. “I hope you’ll excuse me. Sadie is our floor manager and is more than qualified to give you a tour. But I’ll be around if you need anything.”
Jax slings an arm over my shoulders. “I’m sure we’ll be just fine.”
Sage gives me a pointed glare, and I know what she’s thinking. That he’s being too flirty, too touchy, too unprofessional. But she’s just being protective.
Little does she know I’d let Jax Kingston do just about anything he wants to me in here—full stop. And even if I didn’t want it, we have extensive security that would step in the moment I needed it—but I won’t.
“Yep,” I say to her subtly, trying to speak with my eyes. “I’ve got it from here.”
With a deep sigh, she turns and ambles toward the office.
“All right, sexy Sadie,” he says, ruffling my hair. “Show me this sex club of yours.”
I lead Jax through the main areas of the club first, but his attention span is weak at best. Most of the time, I notice his gaze slighting from his surroundings to me . I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I feel on fire tonight. And I’m feeling very optimistic about where this evening is going.
What if he films having sex with me for his page?
Whoa, Sadie . Slow down. He just walked in the door five minutes ago.
Not to mention, most of the girls on his page are rail thin with perky breasts and platinum hair—not five-foot-eight stacked gingers.
Ouch, that sounded self-deprecating, even in my head. So what if I rock a size sixteen and double Ds ? He’d be fucking lucky to have me on his page.
Much better.
Still, I find myself pressing my tits up and sucking my stomach in as he talks. He’s leaning his shoulder against the wall with a vodka Red Bull in his hand, telling me all about how his page got started and how he was shocked when it started to take off.
He’s so humble and down to earth.
“Well, I have to admit,” I say, tilting my head as I stare up at him. “I’ve been a fan for a long time.”
The corner of his mouth lifts in a sexy smirk. “Is that so?” Reaching out, he tugs gently on one of my strawberry curls. “And what exactly is your favorite, of my content? ”
I pinch my bottom lip between my teeth to keep from grinning. “You want to know?”
“Always.”
“Your solo content,” I reply, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. Without even looking in the mirror, I know my neck and cheeks are tomato red.
I just admitted to this man I’m crushing on that I watch him masturbate, and I like it. The way he angles the camera to show his face as he strokes himself. The moans. The whimpers . I’m getting hot just thinking about it.
“So,” he says with a sly wink. “Do you ever use the rooms for yourself?”
It feels as if we’ve given up on the tour altogether. I should probably feel bad for stealing his focus from the club, but I am too busy eating up all the attention he’s giving me.
I give a flirtatious shrug. “Sometimes.”
“Do you have a favorite?” He leans in closer.
“I have a couple.” I feel like I’m sparkling under his heated gaze. His cologne smells amazing, and he’s even more handsome in person than he is online.
“Will you show me?” he asks, letting his gaze dart down to my breasts and back up to my face.
Without another word, I take his hand and pull him down the hallway. This section was once a VIP area, but Sage did away with that when she took ownership of the club. I was here before the change—when her loser ex-boyfriend was in charge, and this whole wing was nothing but skeevy rich perverts who thought they ran the place.
Now, it’s classy and safe and open to everyone.
When we pass the door to the back office, I pray Sage doesn’t come out and see me tugging one of our potential influencers into a room alone. I could argue that this is just part of the tour, and if I show Jax just how stunning this place is, he is bound to return and share it with his followers .
We enter the old VIP bar area, which is decorated in luxe green and warm pink. It has a disco ball in the center and flowers adorned across the ceiling.
“Wow,” Jax mutters to himself. “I’ve never seen a sex club like this.”
“We cater to a diverse demographic,” I reply confidently.
“I like it,” he says with a smile.
A sense of pride swarms inside me. And then my brain does that thing it always does. It begins to imagine the possibilities. What if Jax really takes a liking to this club and to me ? What if we start dating and we strike up a partnership between his brand and ours? We would be unstoppable. This club could be the best in the whole country. Or the whole world.
I continue dragging him toward the room on the left. After unlocking it with my manager’s key, I glance around to be sure no one watches as I pull him inside.
I’m being reckless—or at least that’s what the little voice in my head is reminding me. I’m moving too fast. Not thinking clearly. Eating up his attention and letting my desires take control without a second thought for the consequences.
But how can I stop? Especially now as he tugs me toward him, my body pressed against his tall, muscular frame.
“This isn’t how this meeting was supposed to go,” I mumble softly as he tips my chin up.
“Really? Because I think it’s going very well,” he replies with a smirk.
After he takes my lips in a soft but hungry kiss, everything starts moving too fast. Like a gust of wind that turns into a tornado, we kiss and kiss until we’re lying on the soft peach-colored bed, and he’s hiking my dress while tugging open the buckle on his jeans.
It’s nothing like the scenes he films for his channel. Those are usually drawn out with loads of foreplay.
In fact, it’s moving so fast that it feels as if I’m getting left behind .
“You’re safe, right?” he mutters against my neck.
“Ugh…” I groan, not wanting to answer that question. We don’t say safe around here. It implies that someone else is unsafe . “I’m tested regularly and always negative,” I say with a wince.
Sex without a condom isn’t a good idea, regardless of test results. I have no reason to trust Jax. I know that. Hell, I preach this sort of thing almost daily.
But there is no rationale. There is only the yearning and the passion and the way I wanted this .
So who am I to stop it now?
The next thing I know, his cock is thrusting between my legs. It’s rushed and a little painful, but I shut my eyes and try to put myself in a place mentally where I can find pleasure. It just happened so fast.
He’s grunting in my ear as he fucks me, and I’m silently reminding myself—this is Jax fucking Kingston. He’s a sex god. Any person would be lucky to be fucked by him, and every woman in his videos is practically out of her mind with pleasure, so what is wrong with me?
I tilt my hips, tweak my nipples, kiss his neck. Anything to try and catch a brief, fleeting moment of ecstasy before it’s over.
But all too soon, his grunts grow louder and more strained, and then he’s shuddering, and I know it’s done.
He slumps against me, and I stare at the cherubs painted on the ceiling, trying to convince myself of how great this was.
“Wow,” I whisper with a sigh.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he groans into my neck. “I don’t know what came over me. You’re just so fucking sexy.”
Forcing a giggle, I shake my head. “It was…great.”
Without a response, he rises up and climbs off me, tucking his dick back in his jeans. “This club is something else,” he says to himself.
I’m still lying on my back with my tight blue dress bunched above my hips. His cum is leaking out of me, and I keep waiting for him to at least bring a towel or something .
It’s not like he’s trying to be rude. He’s just a little…dense. And I’m sure he’s under a lot of stress with his newfound fame and all. It’s okay.
Squeezing my thighs together, I ease up and reach for the tissues on the side table. While he looks down at his phone, I subtly wipe up the mess and toss the balled-up paper in the trash.
“So…” I say, fixing my dress. “Did you want to film some content for your page? This would be a great room to do it in.”
I wouldn’t turn down round two, especially if it means I might be able to get off, too.
Without looking up from his phone, he replies, “Nah, babe. I gotta be at a shoot in an hour. Wish I could, though.”
Disappointment stains my insides like toxic fumes.
Finally, he glances up at me with a forced smile. “Mind if I come back, though? I really like this place, and I’d love to see you again.”
My spine straightens, and my brows perk up. That was sweet of him.
“Yeah, of course! Come anytime. And you can film by yourself…or with me.”
I paste a bashful grin on my face and he feeds right into it, pocketing his phone and pulling me against him again.
“You are just sweet as pie.” I expect a kiss, but instead, he bops me on the nose. “I would love to film a solo scene in here, and since you love them so much, maybe you can get a live show.”
“I’d like that very much,” I say before biting my lip.
He glances down at his watch. “Fuck, I gotta go. I really hate to just bail like this.”
“It’s okay!” I say with a shake of my head. “You’re busy, but that really was fun, and I hope we can do it again.”
Grabbing my shoulders, he stares down at me with a twinkle in his eye and dimples in his cheeks. Fuck, he’s so hot .
“Sugar, I would fucking love to do that again with you.”
Quickly, he presses his lips to my forehead before turning toward the door. With one last sweet wave, he disappears and leaves me standing alone in the middle of the room.
I’m left with a swirl of excitement and regret in my gut. I just had sex with Jax Kingston, and he was so overcome with lust for me that he just couldn’t help himself.
I should be ecstatic about that.
So why on earth do I feel so crummy?