Double Shot by Christine D'Abo Page B

stunning cake she made especially for our celebration.” Another round of applause as Josh held up his glass in toast once more. “The club in its entirety is now free for your use. The rules of use for the specialty rooms are still in effect. But other than that, enjoy the night, my friends.”
    Sadie moved on instinct. She helped lay Boobs down as a culinary sacrifice, held the knife up as she posed for several pictures, then made the cut. She put the first piece of cake on a plate and handed it to Josh.
    “I’m sure it will be as much of a delight as you are.”
    Sadie shivered as Josh moved away and Paul placed a hand to the small of her back.
    “Make yours to go,” he muttered.
    “But I need to help—”
    “To go, Sadie.”
    Paul dipped his head in Josh’s direction. When she turned she was surprised to see that he’d moved to the door and was staring expectantly at them.
    Abandoning Boobs to the mercy of strangers would have been wrong if the fate of her baked friend hadn’t long been sealed. All she had left to do was take a piece of cake herself and move on. Paul collected two before shepherding her toward Josh.
    They were almost there when a short skinny blonde stepped in Sadie’s path. “You have a talented one on your hands, Paul. The food was outstanding.”
    “I sure do, Annie.”
    The older woman chuckled as she placed a hand on Paul’s arm. “You’re a talent yourself, young man.”
    Sadie stiffened, surprised by her unexpected annoyance at the other woman’s boldness. Paul might have been a club member for years, but tonight he was hers. Whether he picked up on her tenseness or this was an old game, Paul laughed and shrugged the other woman off.
    “You’re a shark, Annie. I would never survive you.”
    Annie pouted. “You’re breaking my heart. Still—” she shifted her gaze back to Sadie, “—I can appreciate why.”
    Paul tightened his grip on Sadie’s waist. “And I plan on continuing to show my appreciation right now. Excuse us.”
    By the time they’d reached the door, Josh was nowhere in sight.
    “Where are we going?” Sadie tried to relax her hold on her cake plate, with little luck.
    “Someplace private.” Paul didn’t offer anything else and Sadie was too chicken to push him further.
    The long hallway led them past a long series of windows. Sadie stopped moving when she realized that on the other side were a collection of small rooms—several already with occupants. One couple was already stripped naked, the man tied to a bench while the woman landed a smack on his ass with a paddle.
    “Some people like to be on display.” Paul’s voice was rough and his chest hard as he pressed against her. He reached around and picked up the cake from her plate. “They get turned on knowing someone might be on the other side, watching them. Seeing their reaction. Maybe even wanting to join them.”
    Sadie wasn’t sure why, but she moaned. Paul took advantage and ran some of the icing along the seam of her mouth. It was sweet as she lapped it from his fingers and her lips.
    “Other people get off on watching. It turns them on, seeing a live porno. Knowing that they could be there, inserting themselves into the fantasy of another person.”
    The heat from his mouth on her shoulder was enough to have Sadie grind her ass against Paul’s cock. He continued to feed her cake, bit by bit. Her body was electrified and every touch against her skin sent a jolt to her clit. The taste of sugar and the smell of Paul was overloading her senses and relaxing her apprehension. Everything was amplified—touch, taste and smell—but Sadie wanted more. Finally, Paul plucked the empty plate and handed it to a passing waiter, freeing them both.
    “What do you like, Sadie? Do you want to watch or be watched?”
    His hand slipped up her torso to cup her breast. Sadie gasped, pressed her head against his shoulder and let her eyes slide closed. “I don’t know.”
    “Yes, you do. You know exactly