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and the one with the couches, what else can I expect?”
    “You should explore and find out. I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise for you. This club is a wonderland for the erotic senses.”
    “I thought I saw a second floor. What’s up there?”
    Malcolm shook his head. “Second floor is off-limits to guests. Management office and shit. Boring stuff. Don’t worry, there’s plenty of stuff to keep you entertained right here.”
    Plenty, indeed, given Luna sashayed her way back to him, lips shining and parted, body undulating in ways that made people watch.
    He could lie all he wanted and say the reason he reached out for her was to show his fake claim, to keep up the pretense of their so-called relationship. In truth, he drew her close because he wanted to. Plain and fucking simple. He liked having her near him, touching him.
    “I see someone’s finally loosening up. Come on. Let’s dance.”
    Jeoff really didn’t want to, but Luna left him no choice. She tugged him by the hand, dragging him onto the dance floor. Resistance was futile, especially once she placed her hands on his hips and began to gyrate against him.
    The lights continued to flash, and they refracted and twinkled as they lit sparkles of dust drifting down upon them. The glitter coated his skin, got in his mouth, inhaled with every breath. No scent. No taste. Just another gimmick employed by a club to entertain the patrons.
    Despite Jeoff’s reluctance, his hips moved, his hands spanned Luna’s waist and kept her near. The scent of her surrounded him.
    She smells so damned good.
    The closeness of her body, the heat burning between them, made it hard to remember why he was here. He had a purpose.
    Yes. Take the female. That is our purpose.
    No, there was another reason he was here. Something other than the way her parted lips invited and the grind of her pelvis against his made him want to spin her around and take her. Here and now.
    Madness. They were in public, a fact he clung to. He tried distraction by looking elsewhere, checking out the crowd, but everywhere he looked, people were clinging to each other, kissing and groping.
    As a matter of fact, he and Luna were the only ones not engaged in a torrid embrace. It excited. It bothered. He grabbed her by the hand and returned to the first room, the room with the couches and, hopefully, a semblance of sanity.
    He didn’t find any. In fact, in here things had gotten very naked and sweaty. Surely the acts going on were not allowed by law? The whole place seemed to have gone wild, succumbed to carnal need.
    And still the lights flashed and the dust sparkled.
    Around him, eroticism abounded, and although he fought to retain his senses and morals, in the end, Jeoff discovered he wasn’t immune. When Luna grabbed him by the cheeks and kissed him, he didn’t stop her. On the contrary, his blood heated to the boiling point when her tongue made a sensual foray into his mouth.
    Surrendering to the moment, he let his hands stray. He cupped her full ass, pulling her tight against him, pressing her against his body. A wildness burned in him. A need to have this woman.
    Take her now.
    Yes. Yes. She was his. Mine. He just needed to sink into her.
    As his hands delved under her short skirt, he let his mouth burn a trail down her neck, sucking at the tender skin. At a loud moan, not his or Luna’s, his eyes shot open, and he caught a glimpse of other couples around him, none of them even making a pretense of dancing as they hit the floor in a frenzy of limbs and thrusting hips.
    A part of him recognized this wasn’t normal. He didn’t feel in control of himself, and that realization was enough to bring some sanity back.
    This isn’t right. This isn’t normal.
    He grabbed Luna’s hand and made for the exit, not the one they’d come in, but the closest one he saw, the red letters promising escape. As he shoved open the door, a beeping alarm went off, but the crisp rush of cool air flowing in did a lot to