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room with
its spanking bench and numerous contraptions on the wall that doubled as erotic
art when the owners were questioned by the police. Not his thing. His
particular kink was watching and between the lounge, with its soft couches and
mood lighting, and the steam room, there were plenty of opportunities to
indulge.
    He didn’t have sex every time he went to Kink. Or even most
times. He enjoyed voyeurism for its own sake and as often as not, cruised
through to soak up the atmosphere. Beautiful, sensual women roamed the premises
and nothing turned him on more than seeing a couple engaged in the physical
expression of their desire.
    Sometimes watching was more than enough. And sometimes it
wasn’t. Tonight would definitely fall into the second category.
    He parked and shut off the ignition. Maybe Marcia was right
about his low standards. She had a thing for young guys but at least she was a
serial monogamist. He agreed with the serial part of the equation, but
monogamy? Not so much.
    It had been over a year since he’d had a regular girlfriend.
Nina had actually been the one to introduce him to the club. He worked too
much, she’d claimed, and this was a low-pressure way to have some fun. He’d
been reluctant at first but he’d returned even after they’d broken up.
    For a guy who didn’t unwind easily, Kink was a freaking
gift. It was the only place he felt comfortable being exactly who he was. More
than that, no one there frowned upon his urge to watch. In fact, it was
encouraged. He still saw Nina there once in a while. They’d even had a semi-reunion
in the steam room a few months ago. She didn’t ask for much. A couple of
orgasms and they parted mutually satisfied with no messy feelings to get in the
way.
    He sucked in one last breath in his air-conditioned car and
stepped out into nature’s own steam bath. He’d barely made it to the short line
waiting to enter before he felt a trickle between his shoulder blades. It was
only May and the entire long hot summer loomed ahead.
    Good thing he liked to sweat.
    He paid the cover charge and strode inside, blood already
humming. Luckily the interior was nice and crisp. He stepped up to the bar to
order his usual neat whiskey. The liquor cooled his throat all the way down.
The burn in his gut afterward was a bonus.
    “Hey, handsome. Buy me one of what you’re having?”
    Speak of the devil. He turned, a smile already forming.
“Nina.”
    “In the flesh.” That flesh was prominently displayed, all
but overflowing the constraints of her short, black, jersey minidress. She
leaned up to lick his cheek, making him laugh. “How’ve you been?”
    He shifted toward her and mentally rearranged his plans for
the evening. Nina was as low-maintenance as they came, part of why they’d been
so good together. She liked sex as much as he did and didn’t get it all tangled
up with love. From the flickers of arousal in her sea-green eyes, she’d come
ready to play.
    Worked for him.
    He picked up her long, slim hand, laying it deliberately
against his erection. “Hard.”
    “Mmm, so I feel.” She curved her fingers, squeezing him.
“Buy me that drink and we’ll see what we can do about that.”

Chapter Three
     
    Kelly glanced at Alana as they pulled into Kink’s parking
lot. “This is it?”
    “Yep.” Alana grinned. “Behold the awesomeness.”
    The building was a gray, nondescript box. Not that
aesthetics seemed to matter—the parking lot was full. A black awning hung over
the doorway and the three-deep line of patrons. Kelly squinted at the cavernous
hole she assumed was the entrance.
    “Looks kind of…” Shady was the word that came to
mind, but then she remembered what sort of establishment it was. Probably
looking shady was part of the appeal.
    “You’ll love it.” Alana patted Kelly’s bare knee—which went
with her equally bare pussy—and drove toward the last line of cars in the lot.
“I always park in the same place, just in case the police