CHAPTER TEN

The moment the bounceropened the door, nodding at Jacob, the music hit Leilani.

In truth, she wasn't a huge partier, but she loved dancing, and Sailors was one of the hottest spots in Philadelphia right now.

Perhaps because of the exclusive top floors that only the super-rich and elite could access. She'd been curious and looked at the prices when she googled Jacob. Then physically blanched.

Holy hell, it was more than most people paid for their mortgage each month.

As Jacob guided her inside, she wondered if he was serious about giving her a tour. That would be amazing.

Even Amy would be impressed.

She would get some photos and send them to both Amy and Vanessa, and for once, they could be envious of her life.

Out with Jacob Dufort—wow.

The main floor of Sailors was impressive, and she remembered it from their last visit. As well as the stunning lighting and a DJ box up front, there was also a stage with professional dancers in amazing costumes.

The vibe was classy with its black and gold tones, but a had a hint of seduction.

Having been there before, Leilani felt herself relax and move her body to the music as Jacob got their drinks.

"Vodka, right?" He handed her a short glass with clear liquid and ice.

Her eyes shot up to his. "Yes, how did you know?"

"I'm observant." Jacob leaned his back against the bar, reaching for her, and Leilani found herself pressed against his hard, muscular frame.

Oh, lord.

Jacob's fingers brushed against her arm as she sipped her drink over and over, wondering how she got so lucky to have caught this amazing man's attention.

Jacob fucking Dufort had taken her to his club.

Oh my God.

His fingers softly circled the back of her upper arm as his body moved gently to the loud music. It was as if they were in their own little erotic bubble.

Lord, my panties are wet.

Leilani took another sip and told herself not to twist around and throw herself at Jacob. Because that would be uncool.

Right?

"So, how am I doing so far?" Jacob asked.

"In cheering me up?" she asked, and he nodded. "Five out of ten so far."

"Wow, tough audience. Okay, I'll have to step up my game." He laughed. "Shots and a dance. How about that?"

"A good start." She chuckled and began to move her hips to the music when he released her a little.

"Hey, Jake," a tall guy with dark hair and a full neck tattoo said as he walked past.

"Trent," Jacob replied, pressing his fingers into her arm. It felt almost, but very subtly, possessive.

Trent shot her a smile and for some reason, it felt a little dirty. Almost as if he knew something she didn't.

"Carter is upstairs waiting for you," Trent told Jacob.

"Thanks. We'll be up soon," Jacob replied, then turned and ordered a couple of shots as Trent walked away.

"Here." Jacob thrust a shot into her hand. "Toss it back and let's go dance, princess."

Next minute she was on the dance floor, and her arms were in the air. All her worries about life disappeared as she lived in the moment with this hot, sexy man.

Jacob took her hips and spun her around, singing into her hair. Then she boldly turned, planted a hand on his chest, and walked around him.

Like she was some kind of sex kitten.

His eyes followed her every move.

God, he was the sexiest and hottest man she had ever met.

How do I get him to kiss me?

She wanted him to grab her right here in the middle of the club and plant her mouth on his.

Actually, she wanted more than that.

Leilani wanted to have sex with Jacob Dufort.

There, she said it. She wanted him to take her home and do lots of really sexy things to do.

He could hurt you.

Blake was well meaning, but she was a grown woman. She knew a man like Jacob wasn't going to marry her and live happily ever after. This was just wild, crazy sex, and she was here for it.

All of it.

All of him.

Yes, she was hoping to meet someone to settle down with, but as she gyrated her ass against his—yup, his hard cock—she wanted to live in the moment.

She wouldn't have any expectations. If Jacob asked her to go home with him tonight, she would say yes.

Yes, fucking please.

Although she'd try to be much cooler than that.

"Fuck you're sexy," Jacob growled into her ear. "Come upstairs with me. Let me show you around."

She swayed on the spot as people danced around them.

"A tour?" Leilani purred excitedly.

"So much more, princess. So much more." Jacob tugged her against his hips and cupped the back of her head.

Her breath hitched as his mouth descended.

"Need your consent. Say yes and those glossy lips are mine."

Finally.

All she could do was nod.

Then she lost all sense as Jacob slammed his mouth down on hers.

Opening to him, her tongue swirled eagerly around his mouth, hungrily reacting to his greed. There was no question now in her mind that Jacob wanted her as much as she craved him.

"You taste like forbidden fruit," he purred, his lips curling into a dimpled smile against hers.

"Does it taste like chicken?" Leilani grinned. Then she cringed. "Oh God, did I just kill the mood?"

Jacob threw back his head and laughed while she clenched her eyes closed, embarrassed.

"Come on. I have some friends I want you to meet."

She took his offered hand and let him lead her from the dance floor. They crossed the room to a door clearly marked Members Only.

Jacob swiped his card and pushed it open.

The hallway was dark but lit with small fluorescent red lights on each of the steps, giving it a very sexy vibe.

Leilani bit her lips and stepped inside when Jacob's arm swept around her lower back, guiding her up the stairs. At the top, he stopped, glanced down at her, then pressed his mouth to hers again.

"I plan to do more of that tonight," Jacob said, his hand on her back sliding lower over the curve of her ass. "Just warning you."

A shiver of anticipation ran through her as he pressed yet another kiss on her mouth. Next minute their kiss was deepening.

Jacob moaned and nudged her up against the wall. "I think we want the same thing, princess. All I ask is that you open your mind and let's see where tonight leads."

"Okay," she answered breathlessly.

But she knew exactly where she wanted the night to end. In his bed. With him on top of her.

Jacob swiped his card once more, and they stepped into a whole different world.

Oh.

Her mouth parted as she glanced around, her body not having moved. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jacob watching her carefully, but he didn't say anything as her eyes continued to dart around and take everything in.

What was this place?

Male bartenders were topless, carrying trays of drinks, and the women wore black bras with short black skirts.

Her brain tried to grasp what she was looking at.

It appeared the same as downstairs, but...sexier. If that made sense.

She took a few more steps inside, Jacob staying close behind her, his hand settling on her hip as she watched one couple.

Where was his...

The man had a hand between the woman's legs, and well, she knew what was going on. But he wasn't hiding what he was doing. And no one seemed to be concerned.

"Is this—" she began to ask.

"The rules are less rigid than downstairs." Jacob answered before she was forced to ask the awkward question.

But it wasn't an answer. Or was it?

Was he saying they could be freer in their affection for one another? Did Jacob want to put his hand between her legs and pleasure her?

Leilani chewed the side of her mouth as he guided her farther inside. She would rather he take her home if he wanted to have sex.

But as she glanced around more, she began to relax. It was subtle, and most people were just dancing and drinking, and...sexually free.

Perhaps this would be fun to play a little. Clearly, a man like Jacob had women who were experienced and worldly. She didn't want to say no and live her life with a whole lot of Kenneths and spreadsheets.

I can do this.

Just as Leilani was finding her stride, she saw two women dancing, one of them gyrating against the other's leg. Her dress was tugged down, exposing her nipple, and her girlfriend was rubbing it between her finger and thumb.

Holy hell.

No one blinked at it.

Leilani did.

Jacob handed her another drink and grinned at her.

"You doing okay there, princess?

"Hmm mm," she replied, sipping the drink. Once, twice, then a third time.

Because the thing was, after his kiss and witnessing all the subtle but clearly sexual things going on around her, she was feeling things.

Things she shouldn't.

Not in public.

Oh my God, I'm aroused.

"This floor is called The Deck." Jacob explained, waving out to someone across the room. "We can watch the party below or hit the dance floor. Your choice."

"I'm fine here." Leilani sipped her drink again, feeling grateful for the earlier shot. "Did you create this place?"

"No, I purchased shares. I'm a majority shareholder now." Jacob replied, then smiled as a well-built blond man joined them.

"Good evening. Who do we have here?" he said, shaking Jacob's hand, then grinned down at her with the same intoxicating confidence Jacob had.

A blush spiraled through her body, and she immediately felt guilty for being so attracted to him.

"Carter, this is Leilani." Jacob said. "Please join us."

"Leilani, what are you doing here with this rascal? You're far too beautiful." Carter winked. "Let me guess, you're doing him a favor. Or did he pay you?"

Her mouth fell open. "No. Not. I'm not a... prostitute."

Carter roared with laughter as Jacob chuckled.

"He doesn't mean that."

"It was a compliment, sweetheart." Carter said, lifting his hand and nodding at the person behind the bar, who promptly handed him a whisky.

Another man with a level of personal power she'd never be able to replicate. Was it money that gave these people the ability to know they could have anything and anyone they wanted?

Leilani had no doubt, Carter could choose any woman in this bar for the night. His crystal blue eyes had sure cut right through her barriers.

Jacob didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed amused by her physical reaction to him.

"Oh, well, thanks." Leilani shrugged, still feeling stupid.

"Let's sit down," Jacob said, leading them over to a curved plush sofa that had a front-and-center view down to the bar below and was slightly private from the rest of The Deck because of the angle.

"So, first time up here?" Carter asked over the music from her left-hand side as she settled in between him and Jacob.

The two men pressed in close to her and Jacob draped an arm over her shoulder and began playing with her hair.

"Yes." She nodded.

"You'll get used to it. I personally like that people can be sexually free up here. It's normal, right?"

"I guess. Yes," Leilani said.

It was clear just how different her life was from Jacob's. And her plans to take photos and boast to her friends had come to a complete halt the moment they walked in the door.

Not Instagram friendly, that's for sure.

She decided to roll with it. It wasn't like her, and Jacob could continue their flirting while Carter was there. So she ended up resting against his body while chatting with Carter.

The drinks flowed, as did the conversation, and then a few more of Jacob's friends joined them.

She met Melanie, who definitely was interested in Jacob, and Lucy, who she wasn't sure was more into Melanie, Carter, or Jacob. She seemed to have eyes for everyone.

Including her.

"Do you want to join us?" Leilani asked when Jacob and Carter didn't extend the invite. It seemed impolite not to.

Melanie and Lucy both glanced at Jacob as if waiting for permission. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him shake his head.

When she glanced at him in question, he winked.

"We're going upstairs to The Observatory." Melanie pointed to another members only sign.

Then they left.

"So, you work for Blake?" Carter asked after she told him what she did. He fell back on the sofa cushions, then turned and glanced across her body at Jacob. "He's going to kick your ass, buddy."

"He can try. He hasn't been able to beat me since I was fourteen." Jacob chuckled.

Leilani giggled, the alcohol well and truly doing its job now.

She liked Carter.

Aside from being totally hot, he told her he was a trust lawyer and worked for a few of the wealthiest families in the state.

"Of which your family is one of them. His father is a real estate tycoon." Jacob replied as his fingers played with the strap of her top.

It fell down her arm as Carter muttered, don't call him that.

She clutched at it as the silk threatened to expose her breast. The air thickened as Carter slid his finger along her arm and nudged the strap back up.

Leilani lifted her eyes to his and saw the same desire Jacob had inside him.

"Princess," Jacob rasped, taking her chin and turning her to face him.

Then he swept his tongue over her bottom lip.

Oh God, what is happening right now?

Her core burst into flames and all she wanted was these two men to touch her. More. Everywhere. As she shuddered with arousal.

Beside her, Carter brushed her shoulder once more, as if to secure her strap.

Unnecessarily.

And it felt...erotic.

Wrong.

Good.

Oh God, what the hell am I doing?

"Let's go upstairs," Jacob whispered against her mouth.

"Okay," she whispered.