The music was pulsing louder now, or at least, it seemed that way to Martin.<br/><br/>Maybe it was just the heightening of all of his senses, the natural outcome of the two young women starting to trigger his arousal. He easily followed Paige’s lead as she took his hand to her hip, all while the staging of bodies in the moment caused his eyes to meet Lena’s in the process. Paige’s arch of the back brought them into contact further, and Martin couldn’t help but gently press his hips against the ample curve of Paige’s backside.<br/><br/>He was ginger about it, knowing that he was starting to feel a sense of arousal. The problem, such that it existed, only got worse for him at the touch of Lena’s hand as it drew them closer.<br/><br/>Granted, it was only a problem to the extent that it threw Martin’s mind into conflict. As the crowd pushed tighter around them, he was aware of several other men, almost all of them younger than he, with their eyes on the pair of young women. Surely, as they watched, they were waiting for these young, beautiful women to rebuff the older man. They couldn’t know that he had that something these girls needed-those passing grades.<br/><br/><em>Let them look</em>, he thought. It wasn’t the first time he’d had eyeballs on him by other men in the club while engaged with a younger woman. The club had its reputation for a reason.<br/><br/>That simple fact guaranteed him nothing except a bit of their time. Martin was wise enough to know that. The look in Lena’s eyes when she posed her question to him-that at least hinted at something more.<br/><em><br/>"Doesn't she look gorgeous tonight?" </em><br/><br/>Martin smiled at the question. His hand was on Paige’s hip, her shoulders pressed to his chest and he was just barely pressing himself to her backside. The question was essentially rhetorical. But it was also an opening.<br/><br/>His other hand, now freed of the cocktail glass Lena had taken, reached over Paige’s shoulder and gently tugged at one of the ties on Lena’s dress. “I think you both look quite fetching, to be honest,”  he responded, leaning over Paige’s other shoulder, sure that his voice was a bit loud in her ear. Martin punctuated the remark with a playful wink, then straightened a bit. The hand that teased the tie at Lena’s shoulder worked down her arm and gave her wrist a little squeeze before coming to rest on Paige’s bare arm.<br/><br/>That position held for a moment, and he turned his head to whisper to Paige, a teasing tone taking over his voice, “Do you like it when your friend talks about you like that? Is she always a tease?”<br/>