A warm thrill zipped through him at the feel of Violet's lips ghosting the skin just below his ear and then her hand resting against his thigh. Merlin, if he'd known that this was what it would take to bring out her adventurous side, he'd have set it up months ago.
Wes scoffed under his breath at Penny's quip, one manicured eyebrow lifting, his lips twitching. He would give it a beat to see what sort of retort Violet might have to that before chiming in. He had wanted drama, hadn't it? That was why he'd invited both of them out, and my oh my, they certainly were delivering, weren't they. There was a certain smug satisfaction in the curve of his lips, the relaxation in his shoulders.
And his fingers danced down that pale expanse of neck he could see in his mind's eye even though he wasn't looking at Violet directly just then, sliding across her collar bone temptingly. There was certainly something possessive in the way he touched her, a signal to the other men in the club that she was not to be harassed, that she was under his protection.