Big T had led them to the VIP Booth/ Hideaway. The producers had redecorated, but Big T’s plans went awry from there. The champagne he offered was empty. So he offered to get them drinks, which seemed a bit odd even if he was the guest DJ. He quickly left, leaving Rafi and Rian alone.

“Do you think he planned this?” Rian asked.

“I don’t know,” Rafi answered, raising his eyebrows. He was just as confused as she was.

They could hear the music from the party. Rian smiled, looking at the dancer’s pole. She stood up and walked over to it. Reaching up over her head, she swung around it, hooking her heel around the pole gracefully as she moved.

“You know how to pole dance?” Rafi asked, his verdant eyes glittered with desire.

“A little,” Rian said, “I took a class. It’s a great way to keep in shape.” She turned, pressing her back into the pole as she posed like a pin-up.

“Beautiful,” Rafi said, “You spoil me.”

“Who said I was doing this purely for your benefit?” She teased, turning her back to him as she slipped out of her shirt. She turned around and playfully tossed her shirt at him.

He caught the shirt and looked at her in disbelief as her hand went to the button, fastening her jeans. The way she walked back over to him made his heart skip a beat. She was a predator stalking her prey, and he loved it. He couldn’t help but remember what Bill said and wonder what she had done to him. Bill had been uncharacteristically quiet about it, even when AJ had begged for the deets.

Rafi was torn from his thoughts by Rian climbing into his lap. “Big T might come back anytime.” He said worriedly.

“Well then, we need to hurry…” She teased, pushing his jean jacket over his shoulders.

He wasn’t about to say no. He shrugged off the jacket. Rian’s fingers slid under his shirt before he had a chance to pull it off. Manicured fingers, smaller than his, roamed over his body gently prodding, pressing, caressing, leaving tingles in their wake as Rafi let her explore. She gently pulled off the rest of his clothes. He loved the fact that she wasn’t shy about it. A chill ran down his body as her lips traveled over his neck and down his chest. She stepped back to kneel as her mouth ran down his stomach. It stopped Rafi in his tracks as he watched her.

She smirked roguishly at him.” You waiting for something?” Her breath brushed over him, making him shudder. Enveloping him in her mouth elicited a groan from him. His fingers wove into her hair, wanting her to move. Rafi could feel her amusement as she agreed to his unspoken request. He watched through hooded eyes as she brought him to the brink and let him hang there. Shit! He couldn’t. He wanted her to end his torment, but at the same time, he never wanted it to stop. Rian moved back as her mouth slid off of him. He immediately missed the warmth of her mouth. He looked on as she picked up her jeans and pulled a condom out of the pocket.

Rian’s intake of breath wasn’t lost on Rafi. He thought she’d stop for a moment, but she placed her hands on his shoulders, using them as leverage as she moved. He moved his hands to her hips. As she shifted her hand to move it toward her center, he caught it. “Please, let me.”

Instead of answering him, she kissed him deeply, releasing his hand. His fingers explored, trying to find what she liked. He knew once he discovered it. She shuddered, and her pace increased. He smiled and whispered in her ear. “That’s it, Kitten, take what you want.”

Rafi increased pressure. Rian stuttered in her movements but didn’t stop. He smiled, knowing it wouldn’t be long. Moments later, under his relentless pressure, she shattered. Spasming around him as her cry of pleasure pushed him over the precipice as well.

Once their breathing returned to normal, they quickly dressed, not knowing how soon Big T would return. He walked in a few moments later with what looked like water with asparagus in it.

“I thought you went for rum and coke?” Rafi said, taking the offered drink.

“I couldn’t find any, so I brought this instead.” Big T explained.

“Your asparagus drink?” Rian asked.

Big T nodded, “I changed it. Tell me what you think?”

Rafi gingerly took a sip.” It’s got an interesting aftertaste.”

“Perhaps we should let the others visit with Big T,” Rian said, standing. “I know Seb would love an autograph.”

“You know, I think you two will be just fine.” Big T smiled. “Good luck, but I don’t think you’ll need it.”