Tearing Down Walls (Love Under Construction Series Book 2) (79 page)

A door beside the little office opened and Steve popped out. “Kelly! Glad you could come by! Come on in and let me show you around.”

When Kelly stepped through the door, her heart sang and she felt warm all over.

She was home.

The marble-topped bar with its multi-colored pendant lights gleamed, the wood warm and glowing. She recognized the guy manning the bar – Doug – and waved to him. He waved back.
God, he’s cute!
, she thought.

“We encourage fetwear here. I see you brought a bag,” Steve said to her as he led her through the big commons area. Kelly had never seen such a beautiful performance area for scenes. It was well lit and spacious, and there were nice groupings of expensive leather furniture for conversing and relaxing. “Come on back. There’s a locker room where you’re welcome to change if you want.” The look that had passed over Kelly’s face hadn’t been lost on Steve; pure bliss, like she’d walked straight into heaven. “I’ll wait out here for you and finish showing you around when you come out.”

Steve leaned against the wall, wondering what she’d be wearing. He hoped it was something appropriately scanty. There were already at least a dozen bare-breasted subs walking around out in the large room, but he didn’t dare to dream that she’d come out like that.

He didn’t have to. When Kelly walked out of the locker room, she was wearing a lacy thong and a matching flounce-skirted garter belt, its satin resplendently iridescent in pinks, fuchsias, yellows, and golds, with white lace trim and a pair of white fishnet stockings attached to the gold-plated clips. On her feet were a pair of peep-toed, white patent pumps with gold, five-inch heels, and her legs were deliciously curvy. And all of that was from the waist down. From the waist up . . .

Nothing.

A lump formed in Steve’s throat. This woman was barely Nikki’s height, and her breasts had to be a G-cup. They were huge. And she had the hardest nipples he’d ever seen, no doubt about it. It was work to keep his hands to himself, and he almost failed at least twice just standing there.

“Do I look okay?” she asked shyly.

“Uh, yeah, you look, well, amazing,” he stammered and turned pink.
God, McCoy, pull it together!
, his brain screamed.

“Thanks. It feels funny . . .” She put her hand to her neck. “This is the first time I’ve ever been in a club without a collar.” The thought of her in a collar made his knees weak, and her face was so sad that he was tempted to pull her to him and hug her.

“I’m so sorry, Kelly. If I can do anything . . .”

She smiled. “Just show me around. Maybe I can at least have a little fun.”

“Oh, you can absolutely do that around here!” He took her down the hallway beyond the locker room to show her the private rooms, then took her down to see the dungeon in the basement.

When they came back upstairs, Kelly smiled up at Steve again. “Thanks for showing me around. I really appreciate being able to come here tonight. I can’t afford a membership, but . . .”

“You can have one if you want. I know your situation, and it’s my pleasure.”
It’s most definitely my pleasure,
he sang to himself.

“Oh, I couldn’t let you do that.”

“I insist. Go on out there and have a good time. Tell Doug I said to give you a drink on the house. I’ll be out again in a little while to check on you.” He wasn’t sure why he did what he did, but he leaned down and gave her a little peck on the forehead. When he looked down into her face, there was a glow about her that surprised him.

“Thanks. See you in a bit,” she called over her shoulder and sashayed out into the big room.
That man is gorgeous. I wonder if he’d . . . nah. He wouldn’t be interested in me, especially if he knew everything,
she told herself as she headed to the bar for that drink.

Steve slammed the door to his office closed and locked it. He pulled a bottle of lube out of the desk drawer, plopped down into his chair, unzipped his leathers, and lubed himself up. No need to wait – he was already so hard that he was aching. Something about Kelly . . . He stroked his cock religiously, taking his time, enjoying thinking about those beautiful tits and that tiny waist. He wished she hadn’t had the thong and garter belt on – he would’ve loved to get a glimpse of that pussy. If it was anything like the rest of her, well, that would be one fine cunt.

Before he could even take a deep breath, he came with a groan and shot a stream of cum out that would’ve put most men to shame. It had been awhile since a woman had that effect on him, but he liked it. He was between subs, and he wondered . . . nah, she probably wouldn’t be interested in him. But he certainly planned to find out.

I hope you enjoyed this little excerpt from Renovating a Heart, the third novel in the
Love Under Construction Series.
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