Sex On The Beach

He’d only looked away from her for the first time since she walked into the club for a few seconds when his gaze swept back to her again, a man had arrived out of thin air and her friend was nowhere to be found. His grip on the sofa tightened as he watched the man lean further to his wife and whispered something into her ears that made her cringe.

Caspian watched as the fucker, the ugly duckling held her palm and brought the back of her palm to his lips, pecking it lightly before caressing the spot where his lips had touched. Dirty blonde hair, ugly blue pants, and a green shirt that looked too cheap to be around his wife.

“Anyway, this is a really nice project, man.” He again was interrupted by the rough annoying voice of Jordan from beside him. “Look at those asses. I should get into this business soon.”

“You can do whatever you want.”

“Wanna know why we’re always at your clubs? For free drinks.” Jordan turned to the bar woman who stood beside them and he leaned in, his hand shaki