A.J. Kinsey knew he was never meant to love until he meets the one woman he'll break all the Cheaters Club rules for...even if it leaves him broken.
written by @MarriedtoArod
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I'd drive my pelvis through the wall if it wasn't for the woman caught between my desire and my need to piss Holden Drake off. Golden brown legs wrap around my waist tighter with each lustful thrust, the moans of pleasure tinkling in my ears. Kari, Sherry, Mary—she didn't give me much introduction before she shoved past the line of ladies outside my door and sent the girl before her out like a scolded child. Who am I to tell her no? I'm a sucker for a woman with confidence.
I drown in a fringe of long black waves as the object of my need clings to me, her nails digging into my back, and her cries of rising ecstasy muffled in the curve of my neck. Her unrestrained appreciation of my skills as my name leaves her lips in gasps only fuels the urge to control myself. Damn, she feels so good.
"Bloody hell, what is the meaning of this?" A familiar voice echoes down the hallway outside and carries through my door I've left ajar. The words are stifled, but there's no mistaking who the voice belongs to. Holden Drake. "You are not to wait out here like you're in line for an amusement park. This is a gentleman's club, not the Red Light District."
I smile to myself without a hitch in my activity—no need to stop and disappoint a woman thoroughly enjoying herself.
The door to my room slams open and smacks the wall. "What do you think you're doing?" Holden yells.
I don't turn around. Instead I grip the woman tighter with my right arm, keeping up the maddening pace, and hold up my left hand in a gesture for Holden to wait. Her cries fill my ears, and seconds later she comes apart in my arms, her body slackening as she slips her feet to the ground.
She looks up at me, a glaze of satisfaction clouding her large, brown eyes. "Where have you been all my life?" By the devious grin on her lips, I know she's playing with me.
I chuckle.
Behind us Holden clears his throat. "Leave us, Claire."
Ah, yes, Claire. She's been the most fun out of all my visitors this morning—we definitely have to do that again. Can't say I haven't enjoyed the warm welcome.
Claire straightens her short satin nightie and gives me a once over before she saunters past Holden and picks up her heels on the way out. I watch her curvy figure take its sweet ass time through my living area and past the line of ladies peering through the still open door.
Holden glares at me and I shrug. Then he glances over his shoulder at our audience of women. They get the hint and pull the door shut, but not before I see the line scatter. Holden sucks in a breath and closes his eyes in irritation in a way that only a man such as Holden Drake can be aggravated—I doubt he loses his cool often. And it is so much fun to be the cause of it.
"Look, I was kind of in the middle of something," I say, nodding at my still attentive junk.
Holden narrows his eyes at me. "Mr. Kinsey, we have rules here."
