The s*x club smelled heavy with sweat, c*m and the faint tang of alcohol, a heady mix that made Izzy’s pulse quicken. Low, throbbing music vibrated through the floor. A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her boobs bouncing while some stranger slammed into her p***y from behind.
Izzy stayed close to Dominic, her dress tight against her skin, feeling the warmth of his body near hers. Every soft moan and whispered laugh around them made her stomach flutter, the tension between them sparking in ways she hadn’t expected.
Dominic’s hand brushed against her hip, a light, possessive touch that made her shiver. “Relax, pumpkin,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, just for her. “We are going to have a lot of fun.”
Dominic’s eyes scanned the room, noticing the couple
