Chapter 2

They walked down the dimly lit street, their laughter echoing off the buildings. Maverick’s strong arm wrapped around her waist, and Aria felt herself melting into him. He said they were almost there and as they turned the corner onto 18^th, Aria realized where they were. “Wait, isn’t there some type of members only strip club around here!?!”

Maverick turned to her and embraced her close. “Yes, we are going to that place, if you are OK with it. But it’s not only a strip club, it’s a sex club.”

Aria looked at Maverick and blurted out “It’s a SEX CLUB!?”

He turned and looked at her with a look that stopped her cold. His eyes were looking into her soul, and the look gave her a level of comfort she’d never experienced.

“Yes. Let’s push the envelope together. We can grab a drink and I am sure the experience will only enhance our moods for the rest of the evening.”

He gave her a deep kiss and pulled her nice and tight. If we don’t like it, we’re going straight home. Together.”

Aria was a wave of emotion, she wanted Maverick, but this seemed too extreme. Our first date together after all these years, and we are walking into a swinger’s club?! Just then a thought popped in her head, a realization of why she got divorced and wanted to change her life. Her and her ex had lost all their physical connection. She had always been overly sexual, and she was stifled from exploring her fantasies. And here was Maverick handing them to her on a silver platter. She made up her mind, she wasn’t going to pass this up.

She looked up at Maverick, grabbed his hand and started to lead him down the street. A smile came across his face as he retook the lead.

Maverick stopped in front of a nondescript door. There was no sign, just a small buzzer with a name etched into the brass.

“Dirty Secrets,” Maverick murmured, pressing the buzzer.

A moment later, the door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit hallway with red velvet walls and a pulsating rhythm coming from inside.

Maverick took Aria’s hand and led her down the corridor, the air growing warmer and more erotic the further they ventured. Aria was enveloped by red velvet furniture and watchful eyes as they entered a room. A chandelier hung overhead, casting a warm glow on the sensual figures that danced intimately together. Maverick ordered two drinks from a waiter dressed in a tuxedo, and Aria felt her heart pounding.

The room was thick with anticipation and desire, the pulsing music fueling her arousal. Their drinks arrived, and Maverick handed one to Aria with a smoldering look in his deep blue eyes. “Shall we explore this place together?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

She nodded, sipping her drink before taking Maverick’s hand. Together, they made their way around the club, and their bodies pressed close as they moved through the sensual crowd. A part of Aria knew she should be shocked by the explicit acts happening around her, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through her veins as she took it all in. Maverick walked them into a room filled with plush velvet, leather furniture, and dim lighting. A large bed sat in the center, surrounded by red curtains. He pulled Aria in close and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth as if he were claiming her for himself. She moaned into the kiss, feeling herself become more and more turned on with every passing second.

Maverick pulled back, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Are you sure about this, Aria?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “I want you, Maverick,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I want you so much.”

Maverick’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in for another kiss, his hands roaming her body as they deepened their connection. Aria felt herself melting into him, her body responding to his touch. She wanted him badly and knew she couldn’t hold back any longer.