Epilogue
COLSON
THREE MONTHS LATER
Within a few seconds of sitting at the horseshoe-shaped bar inside of Lush, a woman took a seat beside me. I had no interest in who it was; she wasn’t the reason I was here. Therefore, I wasn’t sure why I even looked beside me. But as soon as I did, our eyes locked, and she smiled.
“Mr. Weston. It’s nice to see you here.”
“Pepper Michaels.” I nodded. “To what do I owe this honor?”
The famous owner-slash-madame didn’t make her way into the club often.
I heard she kept a close eye on things, probably from the hundreds of cameras throughout the facility.
But making an actual appearance in any of the rooms or bars, that was rare.
Out of all the years I’d had a membership, I’d only seen her a handful of times.
She pushed her blonde hair off her shoulder. “According to my records, it’s been a while since you’ve graced us with your presence.”
“Checking in to make sure I’m satisfied?”
She smiled, her light-blue gaze bright and focused. “Usually, when members have long pauses in between their visits, it’s either a significant life event or they’re on the verge of canceling their membership.”
A courtesy visit. As a business owner, I appreciated her effort.
“You could say I’ve been hit with the former,” I explained.
Her brows rose. “I hope everything is all right?”
“It’s more than all right.” I pointed at the other side of the bar, at the blonde whose beauty was so achingly overpowering that not a single woman in here compared. Her placement was intentional—I wanted her lips to goad me in. “She’s mine.”
And she was now in every aspect since she and Abbi had moved in. I got to wake up next to her, go to bed with her. She was the first scent I breathed in each morning and the last whisper I heard before I closed my eyes at night.
“Ms. Rivers is yours?” Pepper confirmed.
Sophie stared at me like there was no one else here. As if we were the only ones at the club and she was standing naked before me, waiting for me to take her body.
“Yes,” I said.
“You’re a lucky man, Mr. Weston. She’s positively stunning.”
I finally glanced at Pepper again. “She is.”
“And I see she’s going to be your wife, if I assume mine is what I think it means and that massive diamond on her finger was placed there by you.”
A month ago, Sophie had said yes during an evening neither of us would ever forget. Details I wouldn’t share with anyone who wasn’t close. Pepper wasn’t in that circle.
“You’re very observant,” I voiced to her.
“Part of my job is studying people, Mr. Weston.” She got up from the barstool.
“I’m not sure if you’re aware, but we have many couples as members, and we have the capabilities to give them more private areas of pleasure if they’re interested in being separate from the masses.
If that becomes a need, don’t hesitate to reach out. ”
When I had met Sophie, she had bonded with a leggy brunette.
But since we’d been together, she hadn’t brought up a want of having other women join us.
I had zero desire to share her, even with another woman.
But if that continued to be her fantasy, I wouldn’t take it away, and this would be the area of Lush where we needed to visit.
“If that becomes a need, one of us will be in touch.”
She nodded. “Enjoy.”
“Oh, I fucking will.” I tilted my head back and poured the rest of my vodka down my throat before I set the empty on the bar top and made my way over to Sophie’s side.
I couldn’t wait another minute.
Her stare followed me until I was behind her. That was when my distance became a mystery to her. When I would touch her. Where she would feel me.
And the wait, as I could see, was giving her goose bumps.
“I can smell you.” She didn’t turn around when she spoke. “And I can feel your warmth.”
Six inches away, and my hands clutched at my sides aching to caress her body. My tongue wanted to lick every fucking inch of her. My cock throbbed.
Even from the back, she looked gorgeous. Her shoulders, where soft and creamy skin collided, were bare. The dress was a gold netting that wrapped around her body, starting at the center of her tits and ending mid-thigh. If she were in the right light and the correct angle, it was see-through.
I knew because I’d watched her put it on.
“How badly do you want me, Sophie?”
She turned her neck as though my lips were at the base of it and I was kissing up to her ear. “You couldn’t possibly understand how bad.”
“What spots want me the most?”
I didn’t care that there were members sitting close by. I wanted them to hear. I wanted them to watch.
I wanted them to know what was mine.
And I wanted them to be jealous of what they were about to witness.
“My pussy.”
I took a step closer. My chest just barely grazed her back. “Show me.”
“With what?”
I leaned into her ear, immediately hit with the scent of her perfume. A smell that made my dick even harder. “Your fingers.” As her hand dropped, I caught it midair. “Spread your legs.”
There was give to the dress, allowing her to fulfill my command.
“Do not come—do you hear me?”
She leaned into my chest. “Yes.”
“I don’t care how good it feels. I don’t want your fingers getting you off,” I emphasized.
“Understood.”
I released her hand, and she moved it beneath the thin fabric of the dress, moaning the moment she came into contact with her pussy.
I allowed her a few strokes before I asked, “How does that feel?”
“My God.” She was breathy. “Incredible.”
“And how does it feel, knowing they’re watching you?” My face hovered over her shoulder, connecting gazes with the few who were sitting across the bar, in the area I had been earlier when I was speaking to Pepper. “Do you like that they’re staring at you while you’re fingering your cunt?”
“Yes.”
I put my hand on top of hers to still her movement. She had two fingers plunged. I was fucking dying to know how wet they were.
“Why?”
“Because they get to see what you do to me.”
An answer that couldn’t have been more perfect.
I rewarded her by releasing her and allowing her to resume. “Do you know what they don’t deserve?” There was nothing I could do to alleviate the pressure of this hard-on besides coming. And I was far from that happening.
“What?”
“To see your orgasm.”
Her hand was picking up speed. “But—”
“Feed me your fingers, Sophie. Let me taste how close you are.”
“Colson—”
“Now.”
She whimpered as she pulled her hand out from under her dress. A request I’d made because her breathing told me she wasn’t far from losing control, and regardless of what she’d promised, I would not let her cross that barrier.
The wetness on her fingers glistened under the dim light. While I stared at our observers, my lips surrounded both, and I sucked her off her skin.
Goddamn it.
There was nothing better than the taste of Sophie.
No one could convince me otherwise.
When I freed my mouth, I squeezed her wrist. “You need to lose control of these.” My hand moved to her back. “Come with me.” I helped her off the stool, my arm then going around her, and once she was next to me, I guided her down a hallway, choosing one of the vacant rooms.
I locked us in, the green light by the door switching to red. When I turned around, she was kneeling on the table in the center of the room, legs spread, with her arms behind her back.
“My fucking wife.” I grabbed my dick, squeezing the tip. “Do you know how beautiful you look right now?” The light wasn’t any brighter in here. It was just the way it was hitting her that the gold appeared sheen, showing she had nothing on beneath. “Your nipples are so fucking hard.”
“Come bite them.”
A woman who knew what she wanted—there was nothing hotter.
As I made my way over to her, I unhooked my belt, tugging it through the loops of my suit pants, so when I reached her, I could wrap the leather around her wrists.
It took three rotations before I was putting the buckle pin through the hole, making sure the wraps fit snugly and she was fully secure.
While I stared at the body of my dreams, I took off my suit, leaving on my boxer briefs, and I stood at the edge of the table. “Come closer.”
She inched her knees across the leather. With the height this put her at, her pussy wasn’t far from my face, so I didn’t have to bend very much to move my head under the opening of her dress. Once I was there, I took a long, deep inhale of her.
“Closer, Sophie.” I took another breath. “Feed me your cunt.”
My tongue, like a fucking catcher’s mitt, curved around the bottom of her pussy, giving it a suck before I swiped up to her clit.
“Ah!” she screamed.
Fuck, that taste. That scent. That feel, the silkiness of her wetness and the softness of her skin.
Her legs shook as I licked. Her stomach quivered as I pinched her nipple.
Within a few swipes, her moaning was so loud that it was vibrating in my ears.
With the way her volume was increasing, I knew it wouldn’t take much more until she was shuddering, which made me lift my face out from under her dress.
“Asshole.” She smiled. “That’s twice you’ve edged me.”
“Keep it up, and there will be a lot more.”
She bit her lip, but her eyes continued to grin.
Without any warning, I lifted her off the table and carried her to the tantra chair, placing her spread legs around the curve at the bottom, her chest facing the rise. A position that put her ass on full display as long as I was standing behind her.
And I was.
An ass that was so fucking perfect.
While my mind wandered to all the different avenues I could take and the fantasies I could fulfill this evening, I pumped my cock over my boxer briefs. “The anticipation is killing you, isn’t it?”
As she moaned in response, she shifted forward and back. When she did it a second time, I realized she was rubbing her clit against the chair.
“Sophie, don’t you dare come.”
She stilled.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” I groaned. “I just ate your pussy last night. You can’t be that desperate for an orgasm.”