My Tycoon Temptation

Such A Hot Guy

Cassie’s POV

"Oh, yes, of course. Our friend has arrived!" Beckie was the first to speak between the two of us; we had been taken by surprise by the gentleman in front of us. The nightclub doorman cleared his throat and spoke.

"Welcome, Mr. Carter." He stepped aside so that Mr. Carter, the handsome man standing before us, could pass through the gate and enter the club. Mr. Carter approached the doorman, bringing him closer to us as well.

"I see you were making my friends uncomfortable; was that right?" He spoke to the doorman, so close to me that I could smell his perfume. He smelled so enticing it made me dizzy.

"Oh, of course not, sir…" The doorman stammered in distress; it was obvious this Mr. Carter was an important man to make that giant of a doorman tremble with fear the way he did. "It was just a misunderstanding; you and your friends can come in, please."

"That’s what I thought. Come on, darlings." He stood between Beckie and me, resting his hand on my back and guiding us toward the club’s entrance. When his hand touched my bare back, I felt his cold, large, strong grip there, sending chills through me. For a moment, I wondered what that hand would feel like grabbing my buttocks. I wanted that…

I brushed my hand across my cheeks to hide the redness on my face, all while walking into the upscale VIP area of the club. There were people drinking and talking everywhere, and half-naked women were putting on a pole-dancing show to the delight of the gentlemen there, who smoked cigars and drank while watching.

"Thank you, sir," Beckie said, thanking the guy with a smile.

"No need to thank me. Why don’t you come join me and my friends? We love the company of girls as beautiful and attractive as you are," he invited us without wasting time.

"Oh, we don’t need to bother, Mr. Carter," I said, not wanting to offend.

"Actually, we’ll take it—if it’s not too much trouble," Beckie replied, immediately accepting. I scolded her with a look, but the man tilted his head back slightly and laughed at my little drama with Beckie.

"Come with me; I insist, please." He turned to me again, and it was amazing how easily my gaze locked with his. "You can call me Joshua," he finished.

Joshua. So that was his first name… Joshua led us to a quieter part of the club, where a few gentlemen were sitting on a comfy plush sofa almost the same color as my lipstick. There were three gentlemen there, becoming four as Joshua, Beckie, and I joined them, along with one more woman who was already seated.

When she saw us arrive, the girl scowled at Beckie and me, looking at us with envy and apparent hatred. She seemed like one of those women full of Botox to stay beautiful, while Beckie and I didn’t have any; everything about us was natural.

"Hey, Josh! I thought you weren’t coming anymore," Joshua’s friends greeted him. They were grown men, just like Joshua himself.

"I wouldn’t miss such a binge," he responded, sounding just as excited.

"You showed up and brought company too," his friends said, already eyeing us with mischief as they greeted us. Beckie and I sat next to them.

"They’re my new friends," Joshua said, smiling at us, then raised his hand for the waiter to come and serve us.

"Do you even know their names, buddy?" one of his friends asked, laughing, though he seemed slightly annoyed.

"They’re clearly some whores he picked up along the way," the woman there, who had been glaring at us with rancor, spoke for the first time since we arrived.

"What’s that, Mallory? You’re not going to offend Josh’s friends, are you?" one of the guys scolded her, and she just rolled her eyes, continuing to act cocky.

"It’s okay, we have names," my friend said. "I’m Beckie, and she’s Cassie." The waiter brought us an alcoholic drink, which I thanked him for, because if I had to listen to that insufferable woman talk about me and my friend, I’d prefer the drink. It tasted like something rich people would enjoy. I smiled and went back to sipping it when I felt Joshua sit very close to me—so close our bodies were touching. I kept drinking to control the urge I had to slide on the couch and sit in his lap.

"Your names are cute," the guys said excitedly.

"I particularly love your name," Joshua leaned in slightly and whispered in my ear. "I wish I could call that name more often." I giggled; his warm breath tickled my ear as he spoke, making me flustered.

"Really?" I asked, smiling at him. His bold hand rested on my thigh, and he slowly slid his strong fingers there, making me shiver all over.

As the night wore on, things got more interesting—maybe because of the drinks or the mood itself—but the atmosphere started to heat up. Joshua kept whispering naughty words in my ear. He smelled and kissed my neck, making me shiver and stoking my excitement for him.

I ended up doing what I wanted most: sitting on his lap. Now that we were flirting and hooking up right there, I could feel his erection forming under my ass. It felt so firm and hard, like I was sitting on a sharp rock. It was impossible not to rub myself a little against it, especially with the naughty things he was saying to me.

I peeked over my shoulder to see that my friend was in a similar state, if not more so. She was sitting across the laps of two men with her legs slightly apart, kissing one on the mouth and then the other.

One of them had his mouth on her breasts, sucking them—her top had been pushed aside by those insatiable men’s hands—while another kept his hand between her legs, rubbing his fingers against her p***y.

Beckie looked as happy as a kid who’d just been given candy, much to my delight. Meanwhile, Mallory was in an obscene position, wiggling around in the last guy’s lap; she was even moaning shamelessly.

"Are you comfortable?" I heard Joshua ask me; he wanted to know if I was uneasy with everything going on. I thought that was so sweet of him, so I looked at him and smiled.

"Are you going to leave me?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"No, I won’t; I have no plans to leave you." We smiled at each other, and then I ended up kissing him right there—that was our first kiss.