Although what had happened between her and Mercedes had certainly sent a bolt of heat through her. Unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
Focus, she reminded herself. She couldn’t afford to get distracted.
With Shane there with her, she was willing to continue because she was incredibly turned on, and she knew before it was over, she’d be right where she wanted to be. Safely in Shane’s arms.
When Clarissa glanced down, she realized that Xander had on boots. With laces. Which meant…
Aww, crap.
This time she did look up at him, her face hot with embarrassment because she knew what she was going to have to do to get him naked. As it was, she’d ignored the fact that they were in a glass enclosed room and if she were to look out at the club, she knew they would’ve already drawn an audience. Xander alone would draw a crowd and to see him naked was a sight any red-blooded woman wouldn’t want to miss.
Lowering herself to her knees, Clarissa slid her fingernails down the front of Xander’s thighs, not touching his erect cock as she did. Once she was on the floor, she realized she was eye level with his heavy balls, and she instinctively observed them briefly before remembering what she was doing.
Quickly untying the laces and helping Xander to remove his boots, Clarissa prayed no one else could see how she was blushing from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
Clarissa jumped when she felt something cool against the back of her thigh, and she fought the urge to turn around and see what it was. She could see Mercedes’s boots in her peripheral vision, and she figured it was that leather crop she’d been wielding earlier. As it was, her dress had been pushed up high on her thighs so she could lean over to work on Xander’s boots, but whatever Mercedes was doing behind her was raising the silk even higher.
“No panties,” Mercedes said approvingly. “Very nice.”
Another rush of heat infused Clarissa’s face. Damn Shane. He’d insisted that tonight she leave her panties at home. He told her she wouldn’t be needing them. Shane had decided a while back that he much preferred her to go without panties when they went to the club – it’d been an official rule he’d implemented back when they started playing together. That meant that anyone standing outside the room would be able to see her bare butt and probably a whole lot more.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she managed to get Xander completely naked a few minutes later. Returning to her feet, she didn’t move away, but she wasn’t able to look him in the eye either. Which meant she had to close her eyes, or she was going to get an eyeful of glorious, sexy male.
And right now, she was so wet, she wasn’t sure just how much more of him she could handle.
“Go stand by Shane,” Mercedes instructed and Clarissa met her gaze to ensure she was speaking to her.
“Yes, Mistress M,” Clarissa said breathlessly. She managed to make her way across the room without running, although the urge to escape was intense. So much so, she was shaking when she reached Shane.
He grinned down at her, his eyes gleaming with that heat she was so familiar with. She wished he would touch her. He did, but not in the way she had hoped. Instead, Shane turned her so that her back was flush against his stomach, the evidence of his arousal pressing into her lower back, and she was facing Xander and Mercedes once more.
But before she viewed the scene directly in front of her, Clarissa made the mistake of glancing out through the glass. And right there, standing front and center was none other than Trent Ramsey.
He was looking at her, his shockingly handsome face and his intoxicatingly pretty eyes focused on her. Her. Of all people. But for some reason, his stardom wasn’t even a fleeting thought. No, it wasn’t who he was, but rather how he was looking at her that had Clarissa feeling a little lightheaded.
That was spine-tingling heat she saw reflected back at her. And it did something crazy to her insides, making her body heat another twenty degrees. No man had ever looked at her like that.
Ever.
Now, if she could just get her knees to lock, she wouldn’t risk turning into a puddle of lust induced hormones right there on the tiled floor.
Chapter Thirty Four
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Mercedes asked, directing her question at Clarissa as she slid the riding crop over Xander’s pecs, pausing briefly to flick his left nipple ring once before trailing lower.
“Yes, Mistress M,” Clarissa replied from her spot near Shane.
Good girl.
Mercedes had no doubt that Clarissa was a true submissive. The woman was born to submit, but she also seemed very aware of that. And the way she blushed so prettily was an added bonus. She easily understood why Shane enjoyed playing with her. She was extremely responsive.