Price of Pleasure
© Aubrey Ross, September 2007
All Rights Reserved

How in hell was she going to get Kenton’s attention? He was surrounded by people trampling each other to… A sly smile curved her lips. She’d ignore him. She’d make eye contact then walk away. He was a hunter. If he didn’t pursue her, he’d lose interest before the night was through.

She took her drink in one hand and finger combed her hair away from her face. Barely reaching mid-thigh and dipping low over her breasts, her dress had never failed to turn heads. As she strolled through the seating area the DJ chose an especially riotous song. A bright light silhouetted her figure against the colorful backdrop. Had Kenton noticed? She dared a sidelong glance and collided with his penetrating stare. She flashed her best come hither smile, but kept right on walking.

Keeping her steps leisurely, she crossed to the stairs. She could feel his gaze following her, yet she pretended not to notice. He’d have a spectacular view of her legs as she climbed to the balcony. Would this temptation be enough to lure him away from his adoring fans?

Caves lined the balcony, tiny rooms where people came to fuck. Each time the lights from below passed over the curtains they became translucent, offering anyone who cared to look a teasing glimpse of what was going on inside.

Megan found a quiet corner without a cave directly behind her. The position gave her an unobstructed view of both sides of the balcony. The lights hit the curtains and she instinctively glanced away. Every imaginable sex act was being performed in those caves. Each figure was little more than an animated outline. Still, the flash of motion left nothing to the imagination.

Keeping a view of the stairway in the corner of her eye, she watched the dancers. Only a few minutes went by before Kenton appeared at the top of the stairs. She fought back a smile and kept her gaze fixed on the dance floor.

An especially loud cry drew her attention toward the caves on her right. One of the spotlights hit the curtain revealing the occupants. A woman straddled one man, while another fucked her from behind. The graphic image lingered in Megan’s mind long after the spotlight moved on. What would it feel like to be utterly overwhelmed, stretched to capacity and beyond?

Kenton stood beside her for a moment, his body angled toward her, elbow resting on the railing. She sipped her drink and did her best to act as if he wasn’t there.

“Please tell me you’re here alone.” He waited for a lull in the music so he didn’t have to shout.

“Why would it matter? It looked like you had companions enough for both of us.” She turned her head and looked into his eyes. From a distance they appeared light, almost colorless. Now she could see the pastel blue shimmer of his mesmerizing gaze. Damn! She had her work cut out for her with this one.

“Who are you?” He reached for her hand, but she moved it just out of reach.

“Names aren’t important in a place like this.”

“All right.” He took a step toward her and she took a step back. “Would you like to dance?” She shook her head, backing up even more. “Are you waiting for one of the caves?”

With a seductive smile she darted toward the stairs. He let her reach the bottom before he caught her wrist. Her heart leapt in her chest as he pulled her into a shadowy hallway and pushed her up against the wall. He caged her with his arms, yet kept a small distance between their bodies.

“If I can’t know your name, I’ll know your taste.” He growled the words as he lowered his face toward hers. Megan turned her face to the side and he nipped her earlobe. “Give me your mouth.”

The command ignited a cluster of hot tingles deep in her body. Her nipples hardened, then the sensation curled through her abdomen and lodged between her thighs. “I didn’t come here to fuck.”

“And I’m not asking to fuck you. I just want a kiss.” She shivered, unable to conceal the reaction. He cupped her chin and raised her face until their gazes locked. “I won’t go where I’m not wanted, but you’re the most intriguing woman I’ve seen since I arrived. One taste, then I’ll let you go.” His gaze searched hers for a moment and then he added, “For now.”

She closed her eyes and parted her lips. He’s a ruthless bastard. Don’t fall for this bullshit. The words became a mantra as his mouth covered hers. Warm and soft, his lips caressed hers, slid against hers without rushing the kiss. She grew restless, angling her head and lifting her hands to his shoulders.

His fingertips teased the upper swell of her breasts, never delving beneath the fabric of her dress. Her pussy melted, throbbing with anticipation. Could he make her come with just a kiss? The thought made her groan as his tongue brushed over her bottom lip.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and curled her tongue around his, encouraging his penetration, needing his aggression. Faultlessly reading her reaction, he pressed her against the wall and dragged her hands from his hair. He raised her arms above her head and captured both wrists with one hand. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue bold and possessive.

He rocked his pelvis against her belly, his hardened cock well above where she needed the pressure most. With a strangled cry, she parted her legs and rubbed her mound against his thigh.

Damn it! She couldn’t give in the first time he touched her. He’d have no reason to continue the chase. Ignoring the aching demand of her body, she abruptly ended the kiss. “Enough,” she gasped. “You said one kiss.”

Panting every bit as hard as she was, he stared into her eyes. “You really want me to stop?”

“What I want is not the issue.” She tugged her hands out of his grasp. “I can’t do this.” She ducked under his arm and disappeared into the crowd.