Sensations (2 page)

"She will now. Vivian was nothing if not perfectly behaved when we worked together, but I used to get this vibe that she was more than aware of me on a non-professional level."

"We need to figure out how we're going to handle this, Paul."

"You handle your woman, and leave Vivian to me. She may appear all prim and proper on the outside, but I'll bet my bottom dollar that underneath, there's a hell-cat just waiting to be let out of her cage."

"This isn't a damn game. Carol means the world to me, Vivian is important to her, you and I are partners, and Carol is the best damn designer we've had the good fortune to employ. Fuck, this has potential disaster written all over it."

"Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Seriously, your track record with long-term relationships is...oh yeah, you don't have one."

"I feel as if that's about to change."

"Look, there's Colin, oh and Paul, too.” Vivian tried to follow the direction of Carol's flailing arm, but a large group of people chose that moment to walk in front of her. “I didn't even get a chance to tell you about him yet, he's Colin's business partner."

The crowd thinned, giving Viv a perfect view of the bar and the two men. She was glad she was sitting down because her shaking legs didn't stand a chance of holding her up. “Oh, my God, Carol,” she whispered while attempting to lift her glass. Her hands were trembling so badly, she gave up and just wrapped her fingers around it while leaving it on the table.

"What in the world is wrong?” her friend asked.

"That's
Paul
,” she emphasized his name.

"I don't, no, holy shit, are you kidding? The Paul of ‘if I wasn't married, what wouldn't I do with that man’ fame?"

"How could you not tell me about this, about him,” she practically screeched.

"Wait a minute. You used to get embarrassed telling me the tiniest little bits of your lustful thoughts. You definitely never told me his last name. How in the hell would I know that this Paul is your Paul?"

"He was never my Paul.”
Except in my dreams
, she added silently.

When they'd worked together, Vivian's marriage had been unraveling. Her ex's cheating had reached epic proportions, and he made no bones about how unappealing he found his wife. Paul was a real charmer, but also a genuinely nice guy. For whatever reason, he'd seemed to enjoy her company more than that of other female co-workers, and that had been very good for Vivian's battered self-esteem. He'd been the star of her fantasies ever since.

"Could things get any more perfect?” Carol's question snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Are you kidding me?” She scooted closer to Carol and rested her elbow on the table so she could shield her mouth while whispering. “I'm uncomfortable enough just being here."

Carol mimicked her posture before whispering back. “Why? We're just having drinks."

"Is that not a stage?” she asked, tipping her head slightly.

"Yes, and in about half an hour, we will enjoy a beautiful, sensual performance."

"You, me, and your husband-to-be?"

"And hopefully, now Paul."

"I want to go home."

"Do you two have any idea how curious I am as to what is being discussed so secretively?” Vivian jerked her head up, feeling as if she were a child caught with her fingers in the cookie jar. Carol did the same, almost knocking over her glass when she flung her hand away from her mouth.

"Damn it, Colin, it's not polite to sneak up on people,” Carol admonished while sliding out of the booth, and straight into his open arms.

"Honey, a bulldozer could have driven by this table unnoticed. We did no sneaking.” He kissed her on the forehead. “Vivian, it's a pleasure to meet you.” She shook his proffered hand, taking note of how his other arm cradled Carol against his side, and how she appeared beyond happy to be there.

"It's very nice to meet you, too,” she replied, struggling to focus her attention on him while keenly aware of the other man standing at the table.

"And there's no need for intros between you and Paul, right?” Carol interjected with her characteristic directness.

"Nope, there sure isn't. Vivian, it's fantastic to see you again.” His slightly lopsided grin, along with the intensity reflected in his eyes, sent heat straight to her core. She never would have imagined it possible, but Paul Landis was actually more gorgeous than when they'd worked together. His chestnut brown hair was now accentuated by a dusting of grey at the temples. His upper body appeared more muscular. He was dressed completely in black. The button-down shirt was exquisitely tailored, accentuating his broad shoulders and chest, and the slacks, shit; he was sex on a stick.

"Hi, Paul,” she replied with difficulty. Her throat had gone bone dry, and her brain wouldn't stop replaying snippets of fantasy scenarios she'd created over the years. Vivian hoped the muted lighting hid the redness burning on her cheeks. Brad arrived at the table with a bottle of champagne and four glasses.

"Now this is what I'm talking about. Come you guys, let's get this party started.” Carol and Colin slid into one side of the booth, Paul stayed where he was.

"May I?” he asked. When it dawned on Vivian he was waiting for her to make room for him on the seat, she slid so far in the other direction that she bumped into Carol.

"Hey, elbow room,” Carol laughed. “Scoot over. I'm pretty sure Paul doesn't have cooties.” Vivian pinched her thigh, hard, before inching in the other direction.

"Yep, I'm completely bug-free,” he agreed, laying his arm along the top of the booth behind Vivian.

Colin went about opening and pouring the champagne. He raised his filled glass. “Here's to embracing life to the fullest."

"Damn straight.” Paul clinked his glass to Vivian's, never breaking eye contact as he took a sip. She fought the urge to gulp down the entire thing. Her nerves were strung tight as a bow. The subtle, spicy scent of his cologne drove her crazy, as did his nearness.

Mercifully, the other people at the table still had the ability to converse intelligently, and very quickly, Vivian was caught up in their easy camaraderie. She learned that Paul and Colin had been friends since college. They now headed a veritable business empire of clubs and restaurants across the country. Colin eloquently described his and Carol's whirlwind courtship, punctuated with heated glances and gentle, shared caresses with his future wife. Some of her reservations regarding the relationship disappeared as she watched their interaction.

What she found most interesting were the noticeably vague answers she received when trying to learn more about
Sensations
. “What? I've never been to an adult club, and so far, I've not seen anything different. I'm curious, and you all are being frustratingly short on info.” As soon as the words left her mouth, the lights went down, and hauntingly beautiful violin music began to play.

"Watch the performance, Vivian,” Paul whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and shifted on the seat. They were now touching from hip to knee. She clutched her fingers together in her lap.

The stage curtains opened. Three men and two women danced around each other in perfect synchronization. Their movements were elegant, understated, and highly sensual. Being so close, Vivian was mesmerized by the emotion she saw in the dancer's faces, the tenderness of their touches. Her pussy throbbed, and her breasts felt heavy, swollen.

The music switched tempo. The women began caressing each other, revealing that their flowing dresses were actually made up of dozens of wide strips of silk. The men circled them, watching, as they gave the audience glimpses of their nakedness underneath. One of the men reached out and pulled off a piece of silk, letting it flutter to the floor. The others joined in, moving the strips across the women's nipples and between their legs before removing them ever so slowly.

Vivian closed her eyes for a moment, imagining what the soft fabric would feel like on her heated skin. Her breathing caught when Paul started tracing lazy patterns along her shoulder and down her arm. He applied gentle pressure, and she leaned fully against his side.

"That's it, darlin', relax and enjoy.” He brushed his lips against her temple. She rested her palm on his thigh.

Relaxing was the farthest thing from her mind. She clenched her legs together, hoping to ease the tension building in her pussy, but instead, it sent a flutter straight to her womb.

The women on stage were now completely nude. The men wore skin-tight, flesh colored leotards which clearly displayed their endowments. One couple separated themselves, kissing and fondling with barely restrained urgency as they lowered to the floor. The other two men were using a silk to bind the wrists and blindfold the woman who stood stock still at the front of the stage. One man went down on his knees to nuzzle her mound, and the other began to tweak and suck at her nipples. Vivian whimpered and tightened her fingers on Paul's leg. He stroked the side of her neck and laid his other hand on top of hers. She knew he could feel her pulse pounding and the little tremors that passed over her.

Viv's state of arousal increased proportionately with the intensifying intimacy of the acts on stage. When the first woman thrashed and moaned through her orgasm, she feared she would go off along with her. She tore her eyes from the stage and looked around the room in an effort to calm down. It didn't help. Couples were making out all around, and if she wasn't mistaken, a few of them were actually having sex! She glanced over at Colin and Carol. They were definitely in their own little world.

"I can't be here anymore, it's too much,” she whispered, turning toward Paul. The way he stared at her, the lust shining in his eyes, it was more than she ever could have imagined.

She lifted her chin, and his mouth came crashing down on hers. She moaned and opened for him. Their tongues met, and Vivian kissed him with every bit of sexual frustration coursing through her system. It didn't matter they were in a public place, or that they hadn't seen each other in years. Her entire body was on fire. Paul took command of the kiss, tasting, nipping, sucking. Viv tangled her fingers in his hair and rubbed her other hand across the taught muscles of his chest. He cradled the underside of her breast and ran the pad of his thumb over her pebbled nipple.

"I'm going to come,” she panted against his lips.

"Not yet,” he growled.

"We'll catch up with you two later.” Vivian smiled when the only response from their tablemates was a wave of Carol's hand over her shoulder as she continued kissing Colin. Paul had her out of the booth and tucked tight to his side in a heartbeat. He guided her toward the back of the room.

"Where are we going?"

"This is the public area of
Sensations
, darlin'. We're headed to where the real fun is."

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Paul fought against the urge to throw Vivian over his shoulder and run through the club. Watching the show with her had been torture of the most exquisite kind. Then she'd kissed him as if starving. He thought he'd died and gone to heaven, but when she admitted to being near orgasm, both of his heads nearly exploded. Despite his raging need to have her in every way imaginable, he understood how she was on sensory overload. The performances here were near legendary, a lot to handle for a novice to the scene, plus he was pretty damn sure she was more than happy to see him.

He nodded as the guard opened the private door. As soon as it closed, he turned her and claimed her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her pelvis against him. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and helped her.

"Shit, come on, we're almost there,” he muttered, wrenching his lips away to kiss down the side of her face.

"Yes, I, am,” she agreed, punctuating her words with a roll of her hips. He tried to take a step away, but her fingernails dug into his shoulders and she whimpered. “No, please, now, I, I, need you so bad, Paul.” Her pleading was his undoing. He gathered her up into his arms and stalked down the hall.

The first unoccupied suite was not the theme he would have selected for her, but time was of the essence. Vivian lapped at the base of his neck and nipped with her teeth between the strokes. He closed and locked the door while allowing Viv's feet to slide down to the floor. She continued to hold on around his neck. With her backed against the door, he took her mouth again while working her skirt up to bunch above her waist. He moved his hand under the band of her panties, down through her soft curls. She was unbelievably hot and wet. Paul slid his middle finger inside her, shocked at how tight she was, and pressed his thumb against her clit. Vivian came apart. She cried out, and her hips bucked with such force, Paul had to wrap his free arm around her to steady them both.

"Oh yeah,” he moaned as warm cream coated his palm and her inner muscles constricted along his finger. He plunged in and out of her body, causing his jealous dick to throb like an open wound. “That's it, darlin', let yourself go.” He flexed his hips forward against his hand. “Imagine how good it's gonna be when this is my cock. I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. I've wanted you for so long, Vivian.” She responded with a moan and fresh wave of moisture. Paul continued to plunder her pussy until her breath was coming out in short gasps and her movements stilled.

"You okay?” he asked, putting a few inches between them so he could gaze down into her passion-dazed face. He didn't, however, remove his hand.

"That was wonderful,” she replied with a shy smile.

"That was only the beginning, darlin'. I want us horizontal with a whole lot of naked, now."

"I don't think I can walk very far."

"Why, your legs wobbly?"

"No, well yes, but the hand between them is going to slow me down."

"You're magnificent,” he laughed, removing his digits and dropping a kiss on the end of her nose. He swept her up into his arms again and headed for the massive bed.

"Um, Paul, exactly where are we?” He watched her eyes widen as she glanced around the room.