Double Shot by Christine D'Abo

care what it is, or who it’s with. It doesn’t even have to be with me. I’ll watch if I have to, if that’s the only scrap you’ll give me. But I need to know what gets you wet. I want to know and I want to make it happen.”
    Paul bit down on her earlobe and flicked the tender flesh with his tongue. “In a minute I’m going to take a step back and give you a second to compose yourself. Once you have, I’ll show you where the food is. The whole time you’re playing professional caterer, you’re going to think about what you want. Because the second you’re free, I’m going to take you and I won’t let you go until you’ve screamed out at least three mind-blowing orgasms.”
    Shit.
    Holy shit.
    She wanted him, if nothing else. Paul finally hers to play with. But the chance to have him and a little bit more was a temptation Sadie didn’t think she could resist.
    True to his word, Paul moved away from her, finally giving Sadie the opportunity to breathe normally. What surprised her wasn’t Paul or his unprecedented reaction to her. It wasn’t that as more and more people entered the club, Sadie began to wish she was more than a casual observer to their flirting and groping.
    The thing that shocked Sadie the most was how strongly she’d reacted to being sandwiched between Paul and Josh.
    “You’ll do anything I want?” Sadie kept her eyes locked onto Josh, not surprised when his gaze met hers.
    Josh smirked and nodded in her direction before turning his attention back to a woman leading a man by a long black leash.
    “I think you’d be a bit shocked at the things I’ve done in this place, Sadie.”
    She laughed. “Honestly, I don’t think I would be. The longer I’m here the more I see how easy it would be to let go and…indulge myself.”
    Straightening, she pulled her shoulders back, not caring how much the motion thrust her breasts out. She turned to Paul for the first time that night.
    Gone was his normal business attire. Sadie had never seen him in the leather pants or the moss green shirt that hung loose around his waist. The boots came up to his knees, their thick soles making him even taller than his normal six feet. He hadn’t bothered doing up all the buttons, leaving a healthy portion of his neck exposed. A hint of his chest hair poked out, tempting Sadie to reach out and run her fingers through it.
    “Like what you see?” His question lacked some of his normal cockiness.
    “Yes.” Sadie waited until she was sure she had his complete attention. “I do.” I always have.
    Paul’s eyes slid closed for a moment as he pressed down on the prominent bulge in his pants. “Christ.”
    In a blink he had his hand around her arm, tugging her along behind him. “The food’s this way.”
    “Paul, slow down. I’m not used to walking in these things.”
    Rather than do as she asked, Paul stopped long enough to scoop her into his arms and carry her to the banquet hall. Sadie could feel his beating heart where her arm was pressed against his chest. Her nipples hardened as the silk of the corset rubbed against her. A spike of lust radiated from her pussy, and her thighs rubbed against her clit as Paul shifted her in his arms.
    No one paid them any attention as Paul threaded his way through the various staff milling about, to place Sadie back on her feet by a beautifully decorated round table.
    “I hope you don’t object to where we put Boobs. I came here first to make sure everything was perfect before I went to find you.”
    She turned to see the object of all her hard work prominently displayed in the center of a ring of black and red roses. The blue of the corset she wore was a near match to the color of the one on the cake. And while she wouldn’t have been mistaken for the inspiration for the design, she had to wonder if Paul had somehow anticipated the color she would have used. It would be the sort of thing he’d do.
    “I saw the camera you brought and took some pictures too. I