Chapter Ten Rajneet

Raj had been out of sorts all week long. Between her brother showing up, preparing her company for sale, and thinking about the way things had ended with Ajay, she couldn’t focus.

No matter what Ajay thought, she was not a coward. His words still rang in her ears as she replayed their argument in her head for the millionth time. She preferred noncommittal relationships so she could focus on her business. It had been her mistake to open up, to share more than she’d intended to. He’d caught her at a weak moment.

And just as she was ready to relax at the Ice Palace, he’d texted her again, reminding her that he was still a force she had to eventually deal with.

Raj crossed her legs and the center slit of her long black dress parted to the tops of her thighs. Her foot tapped in the air to the music, and the heel of her strappy YSL stiletto sparkled, shooting small rays of light at every beat. The muted music vibrated through the red leather sectional underneath her, and the strobe lights on the other side of the two-way mirror behind the sofa brightened the Fire Lounge.

It was a small space, but it had a canapés cart, a fully stocked bar, and a private bathroom in the back with necessities discreetly tucked in drawers. She’d reserved the room for the entire night, a privilege only available to her as a private investor in the Ice Palace nightclub.

“Whiskey neat, Raj?” Harrison asked, holding up a bottle.

“Yes, darling.”

She watched her chosen lover for the night as he moved across the room. He had a lean frame, an angular jaw, and a thick cock when fully erect. She’d slept with him before and knew that he made sure she came before he claimed his own orgasm. More importantly, he did what he was told. With him, Raj never had to worry about who controlled the situation.

“I didn’t think you’d call this weekend,” he said as he passed her the whiskey.

“Oh? Why is that?”

“You’ve been busy. Rumor has it that you’re considering an offer from Gen One to run the foundation.”

Raj took a sip of her drink and rested her arms along the back of the sofa. “Oh, that little rumor is getting around if a lawyer up in Connecticut has heard it.”

Harrison grinned at her, winked, then backtracked to the canapés. “I usually hear things when people with a lot of money are making big moves. So? Any truth to it?”

Raj shook her hair back, thrusting her barely covered breasts out for him. She was enjoying the whiskey and the way her body felt in her favorite dress. Images of Ajay came to mind along with the feel of his kiss and the strength of his hold. She grew damp with the memory and shifted in her seat.

Was she making the right decision? Cutting him off and choosing another lover before they’d had an opportunity to explore what was between them?

Yes. The answer had to be yes. This was the only way.

She looked down at the long lines of her body, her curves that had filled out over the last few years, and smiled at the scene she must have made. Arms spread, legs naked, completely open to being taken. Damn that Punjabi asshole for making her so hot.

“Harrison, I think it’s time to stop the chitchat.”

He shot her a look of surprise but put down his drink and the plate he’d begun to pile up with the free food. “Your wish is my command.”

He’d taken two steps toward her when the sound of a fist hitting the steel entrance door echoed over the music.

“Who in the world could that be?” Harrison asked. “Did you invite someone else to play with us tonight?”

She shook her head. “No one knows I’m here, except... hell.”

Her heart pounded and her pulse raced at the thought of seeing him again. Did he know she was with another man? Would he start a scene? She wouldn’t put it past him. She had taunted him when she responded to his text, and she should’ve known he would react.

Oh well, Raj thought. She’d just have to switch gears. To be honest, Ajay was the man she wanted anyway. Harrison was only a willing substitute. Her arousal ramped up .

She stayed in her position, whiskey in hand, arms outstretched, and legs bare. Every part of her was both relaxed and humming with anticipation.

“Get that for me, will you?”

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.

“She looks beautiful,” Raj said.

“You’ll come when she does.”

“Excuse me?”

Ajay pulled her to her feet, then turned her to face the mirror. The couple on the other side were moving their hips and one pink nipple popped out from the woman’s top.

“Do you like what you see?” Raj asked. “Does her nakedness arouse you?”

“No.” He pushed the straps of Raj’s dress off her shoulders until the fabric pooled at her feet. She was all but naked except for her excellent shoes.

“This is what I like to see,” Ajay said. “This is what arouses me. This is what has me jacking off every night, fisting my cock.”

She hadn’t wanted anyone as mindlessly as she wanted Ajay then. She was willing to beg for it, but she schooled her voice and reached up to pinch her nipples, moaning at their sensitivity. “I think it’s time you fucked me, otherwise she’ll come before I do.”

“Yes,” he said hoarsely in her ear. “You can see it on her face. He’s going to take her, and she knows it.”

Before Raj could make the next move, Ajay maneuvered her so that she was kneeling on the couch in front of the couple outside.

“Put your hands where hers are.”

Raj had never done this before, even though she’d watched discreet sex from the Fire Lounge countless times. She did as she was told, though, until the only thing separating her from the blonde was the window.

The other man fumbled with his slacks.

Oh god.

Raj heard the tear of a foil packet behind her and then felt Ajay’s hands on her hips. As the blonde jerked around, her legs wrapping over her man’s waist, Ajay thrust into Raj, hot and hard. He filled her up until a scream bubbled from her throat. She tossed her hair back, arching against Ajay, urging him on.

“Yes,” she gasped, crying out for more.

He reached around and slapped her clit again until she screamed. Then he set a punishing pace, fucking her until she could barely hold on. The couple outside jerked together then collapsed against the mirror, their bodies shuddering and heaving in time with the music.

“Don’t stop,” Raj chanted. “Don’t you dare.”

Ajay fucked her faster, taking her voice, and her pleasure, until she had nothing left to give him, nothing she could afford. Shock and blinding ecstasy consumed her when Ajay gripped her hair, holding it tight as the orgasm rushed through her body.

Her legs quivered, and she would’ve collapsed if Ajay hadn’t held her up, an arm banded around her waist.

With one, then two last thrusts, he claimed his own orgasm.

They lay on the couch like shipwreck survivors, gasping for air, waiting minutes, ages, for their bodies and minds to catch up with their racing hearts.

Ajay was the first to move. He pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck, then untangled himself from her and walked to the bathroom. Raj heard the trashcan close and the sound of running water over the music.

She raised an eyebrow as Ajay returned with a towelette. “Is that for me?” she said, her voice husky from her screams.

“Yes.” Raj spread her legs again, letting him run the cool towelette over her, cleaning her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his touch and regretting how quickly he finished.

Ajay tossed the towelette aside, then picked up her dress, holding it out for her. “This was remarkably easy to take off you.”

“That’s the point,” she said. “I won’t lie and admit that I’m glad it was you who removed it.” She stood, wobbling on her heels for a moment before her legs could support her.

“It goes over the head.”

He obliged and helped her tug it into place. Then, with a twinkle of wickedness in his eyes, he massaged her breasts underneath the thin covering. “I didn’t focus on these nearly enough. I have time left, don’t I?”

“I think I’m spent,” Raj said. She tilted her chin up, lips pursed, until he grinned and pressed a brief kiss to her mouth. She needed the kiss, the moment of affection from him—something she’d never needed from any of her other lovers. It was jarring, but she’d evaluate her feelings later.

“Does this mean I win?” he asked.

“Don’t be so smug about it.”

“I think I deserve a moment of smugness.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and cuddled her closer. Raj felt warm and frighteningly touched by the gesture.

“Now that you’ve won, what are your plans?”

“Well...” He motioned toward the glass where the couple had once been. “Coming back here with you would be nice. But for now, I’m thinking we should explore food together.”

“Food.”

“Yes. I’d like to take you on a date. For Indian food.”

“Tonight?”

Ajay shook his head. “Tomorrow is soon enough.”

She felt a conflicting mix of relief and disappointment. On the one hand, she wouldn’t have minded taking him into her bed, but on the other, she realized that her hormones were probably driving that emotion. She’d never had a man in her bed before. She preferred to keep them out of her personal space. She reached up and stroked his beard.

“Fine. Tomorrow. An Indian food date. It better be worth it, Ajay.”

He grinned, pulling her close. “Soni, basa tusi itaraza karo.”

Just you wait.