We walked into a large open space that ran all the way up to the roof. Multi-colored, flashing lights dazzled me, and I saw bodies everywhere. Some clutched together in dances, others were congregated in groups, packed together tightly. Tiago took my hand we went to the bar. The light strobed for a moment and made my head spin.

When we left the house, I thought the dress I’d chosen was too skimpy, but now I saw I might be overdressed. Other women in the place wore little more than pasties and strings as clothes. I didn’t know where to look first and my gaze darted around. Handsome men, some scary in their style-choices but still handsome, danced with other men, or women that ranged from beautifully seductive, to flat out hot.

“You have to be approved to get in. I received our approval last night.” Tiago shouted in my ear, so that I could hear him.

What was I doing here then? I wasn’t nearly as beautiful as some of these women! I turned away from him when someone bumped into me. There was barely room to breathe much less crawl to the bar. We’d get there eventually, I hoped.

There was a huge dance floor, which people used to dance to industrial music that made my blood throb it was so loud, and a set of stairways went up the side of one wall to platforms where I saw people stripped, danced, or watched what happened below from couches that looked plush.

The music was too loud to speak as we drew closer, and my husband pulled me to a relatively empty corner to sit. But there, right across from us was another couple, and instantly, my eyes were wide, my breathing coming haltingly.

Holy crap.

His jacket was off, with his dress shirt unbuttoned all the way and pushed halfway off his muscled shoulders. I’d thought she was wearing a white dress of some kind, but as her man moved, I realized what I thought was dress was actually his sleeves as he wrapped his arms around her. When they moved, I realized she was bare to the waist, and I blushed furiously.

“Tiago—”

“We can leave anytime you want, angel,” he purred into my ear, his voice setting a spark burning inside of me. And I knew what he was saying was true. It was pretty clear we were in some kind of sex club, which was obviously way outside my comfort zone. And yes, part of me was freaking out and screaming that we just run—not walk—right out of there.

But, the other part of me said stay. The part that Tiago brought out of me. The part of me that he made ache for more, and wilder.

“I—we can stay,” I hissed into his ear over the throbbing music. And I saw his jaw clench as he nodded.

“I’m going to get us drinks.”

He started to stand, and I knew he could see the sudden worry on my face, because instantly, his lips were pressed to mine.

“You’re safe here. No one in this place is going to hurt you or even approach you without your consent. Those are the house rules.”

I nodded, my eyes darting back to the couple across from us as her moan pulled my attention. She was straddling her man now, her arm working up and down like she was stroking him, and her dress bunched around her waist. I gasped quietly as I saw his hand between her thighs, is fingers glistening with her arousal as he played with her pussy.

Holy fuck, where the hell were we?

“Have fun,” Tiago growled, winking as he pulled away to go to the bar.

I blinked, not even really able to take my eyes off of the two sitting five feet from me. The girl cried out, grinding down onto his hand. And I wanted to be embarrassed or feel like I was intruding somehow. But I didn’t. Instead, I just felt hot watching them, my thighs clenching together as he stroked his fingers through her slick pussy lips.

Suddenly, Tiago was there with a glass of whiskey. I took it and drank it down in one gulp, sputtering slightly as my eyes watered.

Tiago chuckled as he sat down next to me, handing me a second drink.

“Maybe slower this time.” His eyes followed mine, to where I was watching as the woman slowly rose up. Her hand slid up and down her man’s cock—not even close to as big as Tiago’s, I thought smugly—before she centered it at her opening. She groaned, sliding down as her pussy engulfed the man’s cock head.

“Enjoying yourself?” Tiago purred into my ear. And all I could do was nod as I swallowed thickly.

But then I put my drink on the table and turned to my husband. I kissed Tiago deeply and tasted the spice of rum on his tongue. I knew he must taste my whiskey, but didn’t care, his kiss reassured me that all was well.

Normally, I only drank wine, but I needed something stronger tonight, and he’d known it when he ordered the drinks. That’s why he’d brought back two, I guess. He knew me well now. I was a different person as the whiskey sang through my blood, I was now the kind of girl that drank whiskey and kissed her husband wildly while two strangers slowly fucked not five feet from us.

My left hand brushed against the thick bulge in Tiago’s pants. I turned, sliding into his lap as the whiskey made me bolder. He groaned, his hands grabbing my hips and grinding into me as I slid down his body, my ass pressed into him, before I slid back up. My eyes locked onto the couple across from us, and as she started to really ride up and down her man’s cock, I gasped quietly.

She moved slowly and erotically, rolling her hips up and down and taking all of him with every thrust. Her thighs were slick with arousal, her body arching and coiling as his masculine hands gripped her tight. I felt Tiago’s hands tighten on me, his huge cock pulsing against my ass as we watched.

…I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stand to not have him inside of me.

The girl suddenly stood, sliding off of her man. And part of me felt a little disappointed that our show was over. But, she turned, catching my eye and winking before she slid back onto the club sofa, kneeling on it as he bent over the arm rest. I gasped as I watched her man move behind her, his hands sliding over her body before he pushed his erection back into her with a growl of satisfaction.

Tiago groaned under me, grinding is cock against my dripping wet pussy through my tiny dress, making me ache for him. We watched, both of us panting, our pulses thundering as the couple across from us fucked hard and fast.

Tiago’s hand slid up my side, teasing up to cup one of my breasts in his strong hand. His fingers rolled over my nipple through the flimsy material, and I gasped as the pleasure burned through me. His other hand slid between my legs, and I didn’t even try to protest as his fingers found the front of my soaked panties.

This was insane, and nothing I’d ever even imagined myself doing. Here we were, in a sex club, watching a couple literally have sex right in front of us, and I was openly letting and encouraging my husband to play with my body. And it was hot as hell.

It was so hot, actually, that I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I turned in his arms, my hips pressed tight to his.

“I need you,” I whispered huskily into his lips. “Right now.”

He groaned as he kissed me hungrily, tasting my lips hard and deep before pulling away.

“Let’s go.”

He led me away from the table and the other couple to a hallway against the other wall. We walked back and passed a long row of rooms with closed doors, before we came to an open door. This led to a set of stairs. We climbed the stairs to find a platform with a desk there. Nothing else, just a desk, and no walls. We were totally visible to pretty much anyone in the club who chanced to look up. I glanced down at the people below and knew what we were about to do.

I was about to have an audience of hundreds of people, if they chose to watch.

I whirled in his arms, fire and excitement teasing through my body as I kissed Tiago deeply.

“You’re sure you about this?” He groaned into my lips. “If this is past your comfort zone—”

I slid back, sitting on the desk in answer, my legs spread to show him just how ready I was for him. And there was no going back after that.

“Dirty girl,” Tiago groaned, moving towards me as he loosened the buttons on his shirt. “Pull your panties to the side, June. Show me how wet that pussy is for me.”

Months before, I may have said no. Actually, I probably would have run shrieking from that place. But not anymore. Not with him. Whatever timid woman I’d been before was gone, replaced with the new, wild, uninhibited version I was now.

Tiago came and knelt down before me, his hands gripping my thighs and pushing them apart. My finger hooked into my panties, pulling them to the side as he groaned in appreciation.

“So fucking beautiful,” he purred. He moved closer, and I moaned as his tongue slicked over my folds. I leaned back on the desk, Tiago lifting my leg over his shoulder as his tongue dragged over my pussy. I could hear the people below and looked out to see faces staring up at me. We were only feet from the edge and I could see faces had already started to turn our way.

The faces didn’t matter though, his tongue in my wet pussy was all that mattered.

I looked out again, though, my eyes drawn to the fascinated eyes below. I saw couples break off, two of them with their hands all over each other as they watched us. I swiveled my hips into his face, as their hunger for more grew, as my own desire flooded my pussy with juice.

“Fuck! They’re all watching me, Tiago. All of those eyes on us...” I panted the words and gasped when his fingers joined his tongue. He slipped two into me and started a rhythm that nearly made me lose my mind.

I lost all my control of my lower body as his fingers fucked me, as those eyes below burned into me, and rode his face the same way I’d soon ride his cock.

I gave myself up to him, to them, and let my hips jerk in time with his tongue as it lapped at my clit, while his fingers fucked me hard and fast. I could hear the throb of the music, and smell the scent of arousal, but I wasn’t sure it was my arousal alone. I think the crowd was aroused and that scent began to fill the air.

I came apart as Tiago tongued me quick and hard, and the crowd below cheered us on. It wasn’t over though, not at all. The crowd roared again as he stood, pulling his thick cock out of his pants, as he moved towards me. I gasped as I felt him push against my opening, and when he sank all the way in with one stroke, I screamed in pleasure.

My body shuddered on the desk and jolted in time with his hard thrusts. I clutched my legs around him and held on. This is what we were good at, this is why we needed each other so much. Sex drove us, it brought us together, spurred us on, and I needed all of it from him he could give me. It was extra fuel for the fire, but I didn’t need the audience below, I only needed him.

“You’re mine, June. Only mine.” He growled the words with one final thrust before he emptied into me, and I let go. I cried out as the orgasm took us both, him filling me over and over again as the shuddering climax tumbled through me.

I don’t know what the crowd’s response was because all I could hear was his gasps as he let go, all I could feel was him surrounding me, all I could see was his face.

I was in a whole lot of trouble, I decided in that moment. I was in love with Tiago, I’d always loved him really.

…Now I knew it for sure.

He finished and helped me up from the desk. We left the place quickly, a blush red on my face and a giggle on my lips as we ran for the car. I was quiet for the drive, my heart racing. I knew going to that place had been about letting go and having a crazy, uninhibited experience. But it’d given me more than that. It’d given me a lot more to think about than I ever would have thought.

Because suddenly, I had to think what it meant that I was in love with the man I’d fake-married for money.

His father had played a very cruel joke on him, to teach him a lesson, I expected, but it was still a cruel joke. I didn’t want to be a part of that joke. I wanted to be the one that eased the pain his father still caused him.

Back at home, I went to him in our bed and crawled up his body. I didn’t want sex, I wanted to offer him comfort.

“Tonight was…” I stroked his chest as he held me to him.

“Tonight was wild, but it’s only something I’d do if I knew you wanted it. I only want you, June. Nothing more.” I could hear his heartbeat, strong and sure in his chest. “Strange isn’t it? My father did this as a way to beat me, to see me fail one more time. I’m not sure that’s going to happen though, do you?”

I felt my heart thud to a stop. He thought we could make this work? My heart pumped again, fast and hard. “I think we might be able to beat him at his own game.”

I had my eyes closed, my cheek still pressed to his chest, and heard a rumble of laughter. “What would have really beat him was to walk away from it, but Layla needed me to try.”

He sighed and went quiet. And when I looked up, his eyes were right on mine.

“You know this is more than just sex, don’t you?”

I swallowed, my tongue wetting my lips as I held his gaze, almost too scared to blink. Like if I did, the moment would fade away.

“You’re more than just sex to me, June,” he growled, his arms tightening around me. “I don’t… I never expected anything, but with you, it’s like a part of me opens up that I’ve kept locked down.”

He slowly shook his head. “What’ve you done to me, angel?”

“Me?” I breathed.

“You know I’m crazy about you, right?”

My heart flip flopped as I froze. Slowly, I lifted my head to look up at him. “Are you saying you want to make this real?”

“I don’t think we can make it any more real than a wedding, babe, but yeah. I want to be a real husband to you. I want to know about your past, I want to know about your family, all the things you hide away. I want to know the bad and the good.”

“I don’t think anybody’s ready to know any of that.” I settled back on his chest, I didn’t want to talk about any of that.

“I do, June. Those parts of your life helped to make you, and I want to know about them. Don’t shut me out.”

I thought about his words and decided that maybe he was right. I needed to be honest, to spill it all, if we were going to make this work. I didn’t like my history, though, or that my parents had been and still were felons. I didn’t want people to know about that aspect of my life. That didn’t mean I could hide it all from him though.

“Where do I begin?” I said dryly. “What do you want to know first?”

“Where are your parents?” He asked, and I moved from laying across his chest to sit cross-legged beside him, my hands in my lap.

I flicked at the acrylic nails on my right hand with the left, a distraction. “My mother is in prison in Nevada, my father is dead. He died of a drug overdose. Mom was trafficking the drugs dad overdosed on.”

“Fucking hell,” he said sharply, his hands taking mine and tightening like he was physically shielding me from something. But I couldn’t take the pity in his voice and kept my eyes down as tears stung my eyes.

“I spent most of my early life living with distant family or neighbors who’d take me while they were in prison. We moved every single time one of them would get out of prison long enough to owe rent. I went to so many different schools I lost track, and by the time I graduated high school, dad was dead, and mom was back in prison.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, angel,” he said quietly.

“That’s the truth of it all. That was my life. I spent more time dirty and with lice in my hair than most kids spend outside playing. I was bullied, made fun of, and told that I’d never be loved by anyone good because I was too dirty to be loved by good, clean people. That’s why I chose the life I did. That’s why I worked so hard to get out of that cycle. That’s why I work so hard for the kids in my programs. I know what they’ve all been through, Tiago.”

He brushed the tears from my face and pulled me close. The hard part was over, the part where I admitted what my childhood had been like, what kind of stock I came from. Now, I just had to wait to find out if he still wanted to be with someone like me.