3. Our First Kiss

Cassie POV

"Oh, yes, of course. Our friend has arrived!" Beckie was the first to speak between the two of us, caught off guard by the gentleman standing in front of us.

The nightclub bouncer cleared his throat and said, "Welcome, Mr. Carter." He stepped aside to allow the so-called Mr. Carter, the handsome man standing before us, to pass through the door and enter the club.

Mr. Carter approached the bouncer, consequently getting closer to us. "I see you were making my friends uncomfortable, is that right?" he asked the bouncer. He was so close to me that I could smell his cologne, an intoxicating scent that made me dizzy.

"Oh, no, sir…" The bouncer stammered nervously. It was clear that this Mr. Carter was an important man, enough to make the giant bouncer tremble with fear. "It was just a misunderstanding. You and your friends can go in, please."

"That’s what I thought," Mr. Carter said, giving the bouncer a threatening look before softening his gaze as he turned to me and my friend. "Come on, ladies." He positioned himself between me and Beckie, placing his hands on our backs to guide us toward the club’s entrance.

When his hand touched my bare back, I felt his cold, large, and strong hand against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. For a moment, I imagined what it would feel like for that hand to grab my butt with intent.

I wanted that… I hadn’t realized that the idea of getting back at Mark could be so thrilling.

I subtly ran my hand over my cheeks to chase away the flush on my face, all while we walked into the sophisticated VIP area of the nightclub.

There were people drinking and chatting everywhere, scantily clad women performing on the pole for the pleasure of the gentlemen smoking cigars and sipping drinks as they watched the show.

"Thank you, sir. My friend and I appreciate your help getting us in," Beckie said with a smile to the guy who was with us.

"No need to thank me," he replied. His striking green eyes stood out in the neon lighting of the place. "Why don’t you join me and my friends? We love the company of girls as beautiful and attractive as you two." He wasted no time extending the invitation.

"Oh, no need to trouble yourself, Mr. Carter…" I said, not wanting to seem rude.

"Actually, we’d love to," Beckie interrupted, accepting the invitation before I could finish. I shot her a reproachful look, but the man tilted his head back slightly and laughed at my little drama with Beckie.

"Come with me," he said again. "I insist, please." He turned to me once more, and it was incredible how easily my eyes locked with his. "You can call me Josh," he finished.

Josh. So that was his name…

Josh led us to a quieter part of the club where a few gentlemen were seated on a luxurious, comfortable sofa that was almost the same color as my velvety red lipstick.

There were three men there, making it four when Josh, Beckie, and I joined them, along with one woman. When she saw us arrive, the woman glared at me and Beckie with obvious jealousy and disdain.

She looked like one of those women full of Botox to stay beautiful, while Beckie and I had nothing artificial—everything about us was natural.

"Hey, Josh! Thought you weren’t coming anymore," his friends greeted him. They were grown men, just like Josh, a group of wealthy and incredibly attractive adults.

"I wouldn’t miss a party like this," the gentleman who had brought us here replied, just as excited.

"You showed up and brought company," another friend said, eyeing us with mischief as they greeted us. Beckie and I sat with them, enjoying the attention they were giving us.

"These are my new friends," Josh said, smiling at us before raising his hand to summon the waiter.

"Do you even know their names, buddy?" one of his friends asked, laughing mockingly. He seemed slightly tipsy, and judging by the empty bottles of gin and tonic and whiskey, along with some cigar and joint stubs on the table, it was clear they’d started the party long ago.

"They’re obviously just some whores he picked up along the way," the woman who had been glaring at us said for the first time since we arrived.

"What’s that, Mallory? Don’t go insulting Josh’s friends, alright?" one of the guys scolded her, and she just rolled her eyes, continuing her arrogant demeanor.

"It’s all good, we have names," my friend said. "I’m Beckie, and this is Cassie."

The waiter brought us alcoholic drinks, which I was grateful for because if I had to choose between listening to that bitter woman talk about me and my friend, I’d take the drink.

And this drink tasted like it belonged to rich people. I smiled and took another sip, feeling Josh sit so close to me that our bodies brushed against each other. I drank again to control the urge I had to slide down the couch and sit on his lap.

"Your names are cute," the guys said, clearly excited.

"I personally love your name," Josh said, leaning in slightly to whisper in my ear. "I’d like to say that name more often." I giggled like an idiot; his warm breath against my ear as he spoke made me feel all soft and flustered.

"Really?" I asked, smiling at him with a little grin.

His bold hand rested on my thigh, slowly sliding his strong fingers along my skin, giving me goosebumps. "You bet, baby," he replied, almost whispering in my ear. It was obvious he wanted me, and I wanted to give myself to him exclusively too.

I mean, Josh Carter was like a mature heartthrob flirting with me—of course I wanted to jump him right then and there.

I’d never been to bed with a guy with such an age gap. My ex-boyfriend Mark was almost my age, so I never thought I’d feel so attracted to an older man like I was with Josh Carter.

As the night went on, things got more interesting. Maybe it was the drinks or the moment itself, but things started heating up.

Josh wouldn’t stop whispering naughty things in my ear, kissing and sniffing my neck, making me shiver and feel even more turned on than I already was.

I ended up doing what I wanted most—sitting on his lap. Now we were all over each other, flirting. Sitting there, I could feel his erection forming under my butt, so firm and hard it felt like I was sitting on a sharp rock. It was impossible not to grind a little against his erection, especially with the naughty things he was saying to me.

I glanced over my shoulder to see my friend in a similar state, if not more. She was sitting on the laps of two men with her legs slightly spread, kissing one and then the other.

One of them had his mouth on her breasts, sucking them, her cropped top pushed aside by the hands of those insatiable men, while one of them had his hand between her legs, rubbing her intimately.

Beckie looked as happy as a kid who just got candy, which made me happy too. Meanwhile, Mallory was in a shameless position, grinding on the lap of the last guy to the rhythm of the sultry music, even moaning openly.

Good heavens, what debauchery! I was loving it.

"Are you comfortable?" I heard Josh ask me. He wanted to know if I was okay with everything going on.

I thought that was so sweet of him, so I looked at him and smiled. "Are you going to leave me?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No way, I have no plans to leave you," he replied, looking into my eyes. We smiled at each other, and then I ended up kissing him right there.

That was our first kiss.