Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
I tried not to guess at the occupations of resort members; if they’d passed initial screening, I knew they hadn’t made their wealth off war crimes and human rights violations. But I couldn’t imagine what kind of job a real-life action figure like this man would have that he could afford a membership to Ascend Red. He had to be a pro athlete of some kind. Or maybe a fitness model who’d done remarkably well for himself.
He walked around the room, eyes narrowed almost suspiciously. “No cameras in here either, right?”
“No cameras,” I assured him. “Have you been here before?”
“Once. But I wasn’t quite ready to…” he shrugged. “I was more of a voyeur that time.”
“Sometimes, that’s all people come here for.” I went to the tall-backed armchair in the corner and sat, suppressing a groan of relief at being off my leg. “All of our members here have a lot at stake. I want them protected from blackmail. And I want to be protected from it too. Hence, no cameras.”
“I’m nervous,” he admitted. This physically intimidating man was nervous?
Why did that make me feel like we were on even footing?
“I’ve never done anything with a guy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m bisexual, I just…” He stopped himself. “I’m sorry, this isn’t therapy. You came up here to fuck.”
“I invited you up because I found you intriguing,” I clarified. “I don’t want anything from someone who isn’t ready to give it.”
His shoulders visibly relaxed. “I’ve never felt safe or comfortable hooking up with a dude. In the real world, I mean.”
“I get it,” I promised. “I’m bi. I went through a lot of years being with only women because it felt easier.”
“Exactly,” the stranger agreed heartily. “Look… You’re hot as hell. You know that.”
“I think I look okay.” Liar. I knew I was gorgeous. And I knew there were doors in my life that never would have opened if I hadn’t been.
Finally, that got a smile out of him.
“You don’t have to put up a front. You’re here to have a good time, not to second-guess yourself,” I told him. “And I’m up for pretty much anything with you.”
He blushed. The big strong guy blushed.
I got to my feet and moved toward him. He leaned against the wall and waited for me, his intense gaze never breaking from mine. I stepped up so close, I had to avoid crushing his bare toes with my loafers. I bent one knee between his and leaned in; his hands clenched to fists and his cock pressed into my stomach.
At six-three, I wasn’t short, but this guy had two inches on me, at least. I could reach his throat, so that’s where I kissed him, with a long sweep of my tongue. The shudder that went through him shot straight to my dick. The thought that I could get a reaction out of him when he seemed physically and emotionally carved from stone thrilled me.
The prospect of making him lose all that tightly held control brought a sound of pure hunger from deep in my chest, and he echoed it with something more desperate, tinged with need.
“What do you want?” I asked, grazing my teeth over his shoulder.
“I…” His eyes closed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed with a nervous swallow. “I want to suck your cock. I want you to fuck me. I want—”
He cut himself off by lowering his head to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. I held on to his massive biceps, dug my fingers in the way I wanted to dig my teeth in. One hand sank into my hair and tightened, holding me against him. Our tongues slid together, sparking delicious sensation through me until we both had to stop for breath.
“Well, you’re in luck,” I quipped in response. “Because I want to fuck you.” I ran my thumb over his full bottom lip. “And I want you to suck my cock.”
“Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” he said with a breathless laugh.
I reached between us and gripped his shaft, sliding my hand back and forth a little. Not enough stimulation to be anything other than a tease. A taste of what I wanted him to have. Then I pulled away.
“What if I told you exactly what to do?” I suggested, turning away from him.
“And I had to obey whatever you said?” There was a cockiness to it, an element of challenge that made my pulse roar in my ears.
I opened the armoire. “Exactly. You know the safe word, don’t you?”
“I do,” he confirmed with a nod, never moving from the wall. “But I don’t want to be tied up.”
“I don’t tie people up unless they ask me to. What I do…” I selected one of my favorite toys, a weighted silicone plug with a remote-controlled vibrator. I held it up and his eyes widened adorably. I opened a drawer and took out some lube and a few condoms and tossed it all on the bench. “…is make people’s fantasies come true.”