Free Primal by Sasha White

in it, with the doors locked and the car was running before that guy tapped on my window.”
    “But if I’d been with you, maybe they wouldn’t have tried to jack you at all.”
    “We can’t know that. Nobody can know that. There were two of them, so who’s to say what they would’ve done. I’m glad you were gone. If something happened to you, Blake would be alone.”
    That shut her up. Olivia’s phone rang in the brief silence, and she pulled it from her purse, pleasure warming her cheeks when she saw AK on the screen.
    It rang again, and she glanced at Jazz, who nodded.  
    “Any trouble walking today?” Adam asked right after she said hello.
    Fire burned her cheeks, and a girlish giggle escaped. “Not walking, no.”
    “Damn. Guess I’ll have to work harder next time.”
    She laughed. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Adam. Unless you plan to— Unless you plan to knock me unconscious.”
    “Hmmm, caught   yourself there, didn’t you?   Which means you’re not alone.”
    “No, I’m not.”
    There was a brief silence before he muttered something then spoke quickly. “I know we never came out and said it, and you might think differently because I own a sex club, but while we’re together I expect it to be exclusive.”
    Olivia held a finger up to Jazz, stood, and stepped out of the shop to talk while she gathered her thoughts. She wanted to snap at him for the sex club owner comment, but years of counseling people had taught her to think before she spoke.  
    “I’m with Jazz,” she said, deciding to keep things light. “The same friend you saw me with on Sunday.”
    “So no dating other guys. Good. I thought I’d call and see if you’d like a tour of the club Saturday night.”
    “Adam.”
    “Weekends are usually pretty busy, so you’ll get an eyeful for sure,” he said gruffly. Bring a bag, too, because you’ll be staying the night.
    Excitement pooled low in her belly, and her brain started to overheat. “Will we be…?”  
    “Are you trying to ask if I’m gonna show you off like I said?”
    She shifted her stance, her thighs rubbing together, fanning her arousal. “Yes, that’s what I’m asking.”
    “I can’t say. I’m not much of a planner when it comes to that sorta thing.” He paused for a moment. “It’s safe to say I’m going to fuck you at some point in the night, but I can’t say for sure if it’ll be in the club or not.”
    Suddenly feeling like someone was listening in, Olivia glanced into the shop to wave at Jazz. Only Jazz wasn’t watching her, she was clearing the plates from their table.  
    Good Lord, she was getting paranoid someone might overhear her talking about sex. How would she handle having sex where people could watch? Her nipples hardened and pulse kicked up.  
    “Beauty?”
    “I’m here,” she said. “What does it say about me that I sort of want it to be in the club?”  
    His husky chuckle sent shivers through her. “It says you’re a passionate woman, and that you trust me to look out for you.”
    “I do, you know? Trust you, that is, even though we met for the first time less than a week ago.”
    “Time is like age, babe. It doesn’t matter. What matters is we fit, and you fit with me so fucking perfect it’s scary.”
    She sighed. “I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who feels that way.” The sound of a chair scraping across the floor reminded her where she was, and she made some noises about getting off the phone. They talked for a few more minutes, with her promising to be there by ten at the latest. The club opened at eight, but he said he’d leave her name at the door so she’d have no problems.
    When she turned back to the room, Jazz was sitting and waiting for her, and she knew she had some explaining to do.  

    ***

    Friday morning Adam woke up with a raging hard-on and visions of Olivia in his head. He hadn’t dreamt of a specific woman since he was teenager, but Christ, he wanted her there with him.