Free Betrayal by Velvet Page A

Door.
    Trey strolled through the club in all black with his black leather and onyx mask secured around the top portion of his face. He was on his way to the Leopard Lounge to meet Lexi. In their last encounter at the lounge, she had teased him with a mouthful of dirty talk, enticing him to want more. He hadn’t fucked her that night because he was trying to be faithful to Michele. But he had to admit that Lexi had piqued his interest, so when she called him to say that she was once again downstairs, he abandoned the paperwork on his desk and made a beeline to the lounge to find out more about her.
    Trey still had a case of blue balls from Michele’s unexpected departure the other day, and masturbation wasn’t doing the job. Even a blind man could see that their relationship had lost its sizzle. There was a time when Michele couldn’t get enough of him; now all she seemed to care about was being seen at some hoity-toity affair. Obviously, they wanted different things out of life, and at the moment he wanted sex—whether it was with his so-called girlfriend or not.
    When he saw Lexington at the grand opening of the Hirschfield Multimedia Studios, he promised himself that he wouldn’t get involved with her, since she was a client, and dismissed her overt advances. The last member he’d fucked around with turned out to be his father’s fiancée, which left him more than a little gun-shy. But a year had passed since then, and he was no longer squeamish. Besides, he knew Lexington’s identity, unlike Ariel’s when he first met her at the club, wearing her friend’s mask. Lexi was no mystery woman, and wasn’t involved with anyone he knew.
    The lighting inside the Leopard Lounge was so dim that Trey could barely see. He squinted his eyes, trying to decipher the various masks worn by the women sitting at the bar. He was looking for Lexi’s mask, which was pink with silver rhinestones around the eyes. He walked the length of the bar, but she wasn’t there. Then he made his way to the rear of the lounge, where the private booths were located. Itwas even darker in the back and all he could make out were silhouettes of maneuvering bodies. Though it was hard to see, the sound effects were loud and clear. Moans and groans of pleasure tickled his ears and the scent of sex hung in the air like honeysuckle in the spring.
    “Psst … I’m over here.”
    Trey walked toward the sound of the voice. As he got closer, he could see silver rhinestones glimmering slightly from the small votive candle that sat in the middle of the table. “Lexi, is that you?”
    “In the flesh.”
    And that’s exactly what he came for. He wanted to taste that little piece of flesh between her thighs before he plowed her with his rod. “Hey you.” He slid into the booth and brushed the side of her cheek with a kiss. Before he could say another word, Lexi turned her lips to meet his and began kissing him passionately on the mouth. Her lips were so soft, and each sensuous kiss made his dick grow, until he had a rock-hard erection. He had at least planned on having a brief conversation before delving right into sex, but she had other plans, which suited him just fine.
    Lexi scooted her body closer to his, and began running her hands underneath his T-shirt and up and down his torso, feeling his ripped abs. She then began fidgeting with his belt, trying to unbuckle it.
    Trey put his hand on top of hers. “Wait; let me taste you first,” he whispered in her ear. Though he was horny as hell, he wanted an appetizer. Eating a woman out, and hearing her moan with pleasure turned him on.
    “Really? Those are the magic words that every woman wants to hear.” She leaned in even closer and whispered back, “Go right ahead.”
    He began softly kneading the interior of her thigh with his large hand, and slowly worked his way up her leg, until his fingers were touching the silk fabric of her thong. He started rubbing his thumb against the soft material of the