Harrison shrugged and answered the door.
Raj couldn’t see who he was speaking to or make out their words. But she could read Harrison’s expression. He balked and then, without a backward glance, left the room.
Ajay stepped through the opening.
“How did you get through my security?” she asked as he locked them inside.
“I told them to move, otherwise everyone would know who I was there to see. Even your security knows that you like your discretion.”
“Mmm-hmm.” She swirled her whiskey, then took a sip, hoping that her nerves weren’t apparent. “I didn’t tell you where I was so you could interrupt my fun, Ajay. But since you’re here, what can I do for you?”
He shrugged out of his jacket, tossed it aside, and unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves. “I think the question is, what can I do for you tonight?”
Her breath caught. “Is that why you came? Because you couldn’t stand anyone else touching me, so you’ve come to offer yourself? You can’t stop me from sleeping with whoever I want. I thought we covered that.”
He swaggered toward her as he finished rolling up his sleeves. “No, I can’t.” He took the whiskey glass out of her hand and drank the rest of the contents. “But I can make you so fucking crazy that you only want to sleep with me.”
Ajay tossed the glass to the side where it shattered against the wall.
Oh my.
“Spread your legs, Raj.”
“I don’t know if you’re the type of man who can deliver on your promises,” she said, her voice steady even as she began to ache for him, her body humming. “I’m not your vanilla sex kind of girl. This Punjabi kudi prefers a certain . . . style.”
“Then style you shall have.”
She laughed, shaking her thick, loose hair back before she scooted forward so her hips rested at the edge of the seat. She wanted him, had been driven to the Fire Lounge because she couldn’t stop thinking about him. And honestly, she was grateful he was here. Raj just hoped she was doing the right thing for her heart if she broke her own rules and let him in.
“How about we make this a little more interesting?” she asked.
“What did you have in mind?”
“A simple wager.” She watched him as she parted her knees. Her black thong was on full display, and her bare pussy lips peeked out the sides of the fabric. “If you can truly give me an experience that no one ever has before, we’ll play this your way.”
“This?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Us. You and me. If you want to be lovers, I’ll try. If you want to be exclusive, I can promise you that. Or if you want to revert back to friendship, well, you know that’s where my preference is. But I’m willing to give you more if, and only if, you can prove you’re good enough for me,” she said. “But if you’re not, and baby, I’ve had truly exquisite sex before, then you accept friendship and we move on. Is that fair?”
He gracefully dropped to his knees between her legs. “Is there a time restriction?”
The question had her heart pounding. “I’ll be generous. How does an hour sound?”
“You should’ve given me less than that. You’re making this too easy for me.” He cupped the back of her neck. “Challenge accepted.”
Ajay pulled her forward until their mouths crushed together. He held her hostage with tongue and teeth, and the shape of his lips as they moved over hers. She moaned against him as she tasted the amalgam of rich spiciness that she’d always equate with Ajay. His wide shoulders were hard and muscled under her hands as she pulled him closer.
She was going to lose.
Ajay’s hands raced up the sides of her thighs, gripped her thong, and tore.
“I want to taste you,” he said breathlessly when they came up for air.
“Then taste.” She leaned back against the sofa and lifted one leg, then the other, until they rested on his shoulders.
He ran a finger down her slit and rubbed his beard against the inside of her thigh. “God, you’re so fucking soft. Your cunt is soaking.”
Without warning, he slapped the palm of his hand over her clit. She jumped, yelping as a shock of pleasure jolted through her body.
Before she had time to recover, Ajay was spreading her and licking the entire length of her pussy with his hot, firm tongue. Raj’s eyes rolled back as she gasped under the onslaught of his mouth and the rough sensation of his facial hair. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, as he continued to torment her. He pushed a finger inside her, then two, pumping slowly as he worshipped her clit. Her hips rolled forward in tandem with his movements. Her orgasm built at an alarming rate.
Then Raj’s legs tensed, her belly quivered, and his pumping became quick and erratic. She felt the chaos inside of her reaching a precipice as her fingers buried in his hair. Ajay moaned against her, then sucked her clit hard.
She toppled over the edge and came in a rush. Her legs slipped off his shoulders as she lay spent, slumped against the sofa. When was the last time she’d come that hard thanks to oral sex? And who was this man who could find her clitoris with ease, when most of her lovers usually required direction in the dark?
“Well,” she said, gasping for air.
He wiped his mouth against the back of his hand. “We’re not done yet.”
“I’ll say,” she said as she looked down at the sizable tent in his pants. She was still trembling from the force of her orgasm. She doubted she’d have another one within the hour, but she sure as hell was willing to try.
Ajay’s eyes lifted and then focused on the window behind her. Raj turned to see a woman’s back pressed against the glass. A man stood in front of her, his hands running up and down her hips.
“Do you like what you see?” Raj asked breathlessly, her body still humming with pleasure. She reached out and undid his belt. “That’s the perk of this room. You can watch other people. This is the back of the club, so a lot of couples choose this spot right in front of the mirror. You’d be amazed at what I’ve watched. It’s surprisingly easy to see, considering the lighting.”
She unzipped him and pulled out one hell of an impressive erection. Whoever had started the rumor that Indian men lacked in size had obviously never slept with one, especially a Singh. Ajay continued to watch the couple kiss and dance against the window as Raj stroked him from root to tip. Her crimson fingernails traced over his balls, then she cupped him at the base before she took him into her mouth.
Ajay grunted, then sweetly, carefully, brushed her hair off her face. “Look at me when you suck my dick,” he said gruffly.
The bluntness of his words was like an aphrodisiac to her. She moaned as she licked him, gently massaging his balls at the same time. She felt him shudder and reveled in the power she possessed.
She began touching herself, excited that she was giving him the same pleasure that he’d given her. To her surprise, she felt another orgasm burning inside of her. She coaxed it with quick fingers against her clit.
“Soni, the show is about to get interesting,” he said with clipped, breathless words. “I’d hate for you to miss it.” She pulled back and looked over her shoulder at the window. The girl was now facing the glass, her palms and forehead pressed against the two-way mirror. Her blond hair billowed around her shoulders, and her expression was that of lust. The man had one hand down the front of her miniscule skirt, a move only visible to the mirror. The rest of the crowd pulsed and danced around them without a clue as to what was happening.