But now, twenty minutes after her illuminating conversation with Freddy, she stood in a darkened room, all by herself, and watched through a one-way window into a scene next door. In it, a well-endowed man and a top heavy woman started engaging in some steamy foreplay. Oh boy.

Some harmless voyeurism, and since it had been so long since she’d last been touched, she figured watching someone else find pleasure wasn’t too bad of a fantasy to admit to. Had she been totally honest with Freddy about what she desired, however, she’d be giving the pair instructions.

Nat liked to be in charge. She was good at it. And unlike some, she never wanted to let go of the reins.

Hence the reason I’m still single.

She mentally shrugged. She could live with that.

To her surprise, an image of Rex Samson entered her mind’s eye. The charmer would probably freak the hell out to find himself in a place catering to fetishes and sexual deviancy. Unlike Nat, who had been raised to be open-minded, Rex—according to what she’d learned on the web and through local gossip—had grown up the son of one of Augusta’s golden couples. A good boy. One who probably didn’t know there were sexual positions beyond missionary. She laughed softly, letting herself grow aroused, and watched the couple in the other room kiss and touch.

Freddy had told her to be open to the possibility of anything goes, and Nat appreciated the kind of carnal openness she was getting.

Despite knowing it was beyond a bad idea to be in a place like this—because if Josh or his cronies found out she’d been there, she’d be fired for indecency before she could say boo—she wanted to stay.

Single, solitary, and with no man on the horizon, not counting her date with Rex next week, she might as well take her pleasure where she could get it. Besides, Harper would never tell. Freddy had told her the success of the club laid on its guaranteed discretion. Being in this private room worked for her.

The sound next door filtered through overhead speakers. She watched as the couple continued to engage in foreplay. The man liked sucking his partner’s breasts, as much as she liked fondling his stiff dick. A nice size, and one Nat would have had no problem working with.

God, it felt like forever since she’d been laid.

The woman next door moaned, and the man pulled away from her grasp and nudged her to lie on the bed—the only piece of furniture in the room, other than an open armoire displaying all manner of toys. When she lay down, the man spread her thighs wide and started eating her out.

Nat squirmed. A good thing she was alone, because she wouldn’t have minded some NSA sex right about now.

Then the door opened and just as quickly closed behind someone.

She tensed. Freddy had said someone might join her, not to have sex, but to watch as well. But Nat had figured she’d be alone when the show started and no one but her had arrived.

“Freddy mentioned some play next door.” The voice was male, deep, and damn it, arousing. “I won’t bother you. I’ll be right over here.”

She couldn’t see him in the dark, just as he couldn’t see her. But knowing he would be watching with her…tantalized.

“I like to watch,” he reaffirmed, his voice familiar, but not. “Gets me hot. I like to be watched too.” He paused. “You?”

It was like a confessional. Dark room, truths told to a stranger. Oddly intriguing. “I’m more into being the watcher.” She wondered how honest she should be, then decided, what the hell. She doubted she’d come back to this place, not with it so close to home. Why not give it a shot tonight? “I especially like to be in charge.”

He didn’t answer right away. “To dominate?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, my past partners have all tended to tell me what to do. It’s frustrating.”

“Yeah, I get you.” Another pause. “So what about adding a third to their group? Having another man join in. Maybe… Maybe he’d do them both.”

“That would be okay.” More than okay. She had a secret fascination with guy-on-guy action. She’d been accused more than once of having a dick. Maybe getting off on guys going at it, or watching others have sex and telling them what to do, was her way of coping with a vagina.

At the thought, she chuckled.

“What?” He had a sexy Southern drawl.

“Nothing. Just thinking I’d make a good porn director.”

“Me too.” She heard a zipper lower. The couple next door were now reversed, with the guy kneeling on the bed while she blew him.

“What are you doing?” she asked, as if she spent all her evenings watching other people have sex with a stranger in the dark.

“I want to come when he does. I’d love it if you touched yourself too. We could get off while they do.”

Nat blinked. “I, um. Well.” Way too pornish for her. Or so she told herself. Twice.

“How about I do it for us?” he asked. “Just me, making a big old mess when they come?” His voice was thick, and she swore she could hear him stroking himself.

For all she knew, he was some big, nasty married guy who barely bathed and got his rocks off diddling his secretary. Yet her fantasies whispered that he was a hot bachelor wanting to touch himself because Nat, as well as the pair now fucking on the bed, aroused him.

“Tell me what to do,” he murmured, and his stroking sounded faster.

She tingled and, lost in the daydream, played along. “Grip yourself. Harder. I want to hear how much you like it.”

He moaned, in time with the pair on the bed.

“Let’s see how much staying power you have.” Her inner dominatrix surged, and excited at the chance to let the bad girl out, Nat did.

Rex couldn’t believe any of this to be real. When Freddy had told him what Nat wanted, he’d been in heaven. A fellow voyeur. Perfect. But when she’d accepted the invitation to watch, for real, he’d been in shock. Prim and proper Natalie Wielder was watching a couple going at it. Even more astonishing, she didn’t mind watching with him. And now this?

Had he wished on a star and forgotten? The woman was telling him what to do, and he was so hard he readied to come in like two seconds.

“I said pull harder. I can’t hear you,” she growled.

He moaned, tugging on his cock.

“Cup your balls. Roll them. Get nice and hard.”

“Fuck. Yeah.” He played with himself, wanting nothing more than to come when she told him to. Better yet, he wanted to come all over her, then suck her to orgasm.

“You ready to blow?”

“Yes,” he hissed. “Shit. I need to come.”

“Hold it. Wait until they do.”

He realized he’d closed his eyes and opened them to see the guy pounding into his partner like crazy. How the hell had he missed that?

“He’s really giving it to her.” Nat made the comment as if watching the weather. “Oh yeah, see him tensing? She’s moaning, and he’s ready to come.”

He stroked faster, wanting to be there too.

“How nice. He just came inside her. Now he’s finishing her.”

He heard her voice hitch, and he groaned, knowing how aroused she must be.

“You close to coming?” she asked.

“Yes. Fuck, yeah.”

“Then come.”

He swore as he shot over his hand, wishing he’d been all over her. He continued to pump, getting off on having her near. “I want to eat you out. Let me get between your legs and lick you up. I’ll make you feel so good.”

He heard her breathing heavily across the room from him.

“Sorry, sport. You haven’t earned it.”

The woman in the next room keened.

“I’m leaving. Turn around. Face the wall.” She sounded so commanding, and to his surprise, he was still half-hard. Wanting more. Wanting her.

But she’d told him to turn around. So, his dick hanging out, he made no effort to tuck himself back in. “I’m facing the wall,” he rasped as he turned away and heard the door open and close. He leaned his forehead against the wall and sighed. After a few moments, he turned on the light, then used a set of wipes left on a nearby table. He cleaned up and, after making himself presentable again, left the room, still dazed on pleasure.

He returned to the bar and saw Brian sitting with Dylan and Harper. The entertainment on stage had ended, and couples and the occasional loner sat around the open lounge looking replete. “I missed a helluva show, eh?”

Brian glanced up with a grimace. “I didn’t. And I can’t go home for another hour. This is freakin’ killing me.”

Dylan grinned. “Relax, Brian. I’m sure Faith will be happy to help you with any…problems.”

Harper snickered. “Yeah. Like your sister helped us to—”

“Shut the hell up, Harper. God,” Brian groaned.

Rex laughed. “Sure am glad I don’t have any sisters. Nope. Just me.” Getting my rocks off with that sexy, buttoned-up urban planner who’s not so buttoned-up. He felt high, his endorphins making the world perfect. He looked around. “Anyone seen Nat?”

Harper narrowed his eyes. “No. As a matter of fact, she disappeared right before you did.”

“Coincidence.” Rex waved away the implication but noticed Brian’s smirk.

“Uh-huh.” Harper stared at Brian. “Anything you want to share, Bri?”

Brian didn’t even have to look at Rex for a cue. “Not a thing.”

Good man. Rex wanted to keep this thing with Natalie—whatever it might be—between them. Just him and Nat figuring out how to make this work. Of course, she had no idea there was a them yet. But Rex knew there had to be. He started mentally prepping for their date, wanting to make the best impression possible.

No time like the present.