with unrepentant interest in their eyes.
Seth would’ve expected the sight to turn on his jealous instincts, but instead he felt his cock flex against his zipper as his blood rushed south. Seeing Leila’s effect on others turned him on in a way he couldn’t explain. He took a long sip of his drink, steeling himself against the urge to get up and go to her. He needed to be patient. He’d signed up for this adventure. Now he had to follow through.
Leila ordered a drink and turned her stool so she could face the dance floor, her eyes slowly scanning the crowd. Her gaze eventually came Seth’s way, but he was off in a dark corner, blocked by a number of other tables, and her attention traveled past him. She seemed to be unsure of what to do next. She stared for a moment into her drink as if lost in thought, but then a man stepped up beside her and touched her shoulder, dragging her attention upward.
Seth’s muscles coiled as the man threw Leila a smile and leaned against the bar, his body within inches of her. Leila eyes widened a bit, apparently surprised by whatever the man had said, but then she nodded and smiled back, offering him her hand.
Seth took a shaky breath as the man led Lei out onto the dance floor. Seth had instructed his wife to accept any offers to dance as long as she felt comfortable with the person who was asking. And he’d told her what safety precautions to follow when she found the man to fulfill this particular fantasy.
Leila stopped at a clear spot on the dance floor, and the guy pulled her close to him. Her teeth gnawed at her lip, but she wound her arms around him and let him take the lead.
Seth forced his fists to unfurl under the table. He had to figure out how to turn off his caveman instincts this weekend. He didn’t want to lose his wife. But he also didn’t want her to stay with him out of guilt or obligation. He needed to see if given other options, what she would do.
Leila finished the dance with douche bag number one and went on to dance with a number of others who made offers. Guy after guy put their hands on her hips, grinding against her, whispering things in her ears—things that made her blush. But Leila didn’t let any of them take it further than that. An errant touch, a lean in for a kiss—all were gently thwarted and redirected.
Seth couldn’t tell if that was because she was still nervous about this whole thing or if she really wasn’t interested. He’d told her she had freedom to do whatever she wanted in the club tonight. The story in her book was about a woman who had a fantasy about a stranger picking her up in a bar and then screwing outside in the parking lot—no last names exchanged. But apparently no stranger here had appealed to Leila yet.
Maybe it was time to change that.
* * *
Leila made her way back to the bar and ordered another cranberry juice. She hadn’t danced this hard in . . . hell, she couldn’t even remember when. But it felt good to have her heart pumping and a sheen of sweat on her skin.
When she’d read Seth’s instructions, she’d been downright paranoid that she’d walk in here tonight and not have a single person ask her to dance. It’s not like a thirty-something mom of two could compete with the gym bunnies who hung around dance clubs. But to her surprise, there were people of every shape and age here, and no one seemed to be lonely. She hadn’t sat down for longer than thirty seconds between songs. And she’d gotten more than one offer that could’ve fulfilled the fantasy Seth had set up for her tonight.
She had to admit the invitations had sent a little thrilling tingle through her. Men here didn’t bother with the games that people played in the dating scene. They just leaned over and told her what they wanted. To have her. To tie her up. To share her with a friend. The offers had been different from each guy and had sent fantasy scenes reeling through her head, but she hadn’t felt the urge to say yes to