By Private Invitation (7 page)

Tilting her head back to look into his eyes, she smiled and he bent to give her a
quick kiss. Not long enough to satisfy. And no tongue.

A tease. She wanted to tease and torment him.

He nodded toward the back wall of the room. “Through here.”

While this room was the size of the one she’d checked into for the night—and which
she probably wasn’t going to be sleeping in—there was no bed. Two couches and six
chairs were arranged around the room in seating areas, the art deco style repeated
in the side tables and decorations. Not gaudy, as some deco could be, but elegant
and tasteful.

Annabelle saw no door in the wall but Jared touched a piece of the ornate molding
and, like magic, the seam she’d thought was from the wallpaper cracked open to reveal
another space beyond.

Jared stepped in ahead of her, flicking switches on the wall.

A warm glow suffused the room and Annabelle’s breath caught at the scene spread out
before her.

Like a scene out of
Pride and Prejudice
or, more appropriately,
Fanny Hill
, the large room looked like someone had transplanted a drawing room straight from
Victorian England.

From the ornately decorated ceiling to the plush carpets, the octagonal room dripped
with elegance.

Lush fabrics covered the chaise lounges, chairs, and ottomans. Silk wallpaper gleamed
in the light of the crystal chandelier in the center of the room. Directly below the
chandelier sat an octagonal game table with eight chairs.

A baby grand piano held court in one corner, lit by a leaded glass piano light, and
a large glass-front walnut display cabinet
across the room held a collection of items she couldn’t see from where she was standing.

Several other seating areas lay scattered around the room, most shadowed in darkness,
including one in front of the majestic marble fireplace burning with a gas fire.

“All the furniture is reproduction,” Jared said. “We can get…a little enthusiastic
and I didn’t want anyone to feel like they had to hold back for fear of breaking an
expensive antique.”

She glanced over her shoulder and watched as Jared headed for the writing desk on
the opposite wall from the piano. He withdrew two pieces of black cloth from one of
the drawers and turned to face her.

Walking over to him, she let her hips sway just a tiny bit more, the action helped
along by the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She wasn’t sure what had
happened to the ones he’d ripped off her. She suspected they were in his pocket.

And that really shouldn’t make her pussy tingle.

Reaching out, she took the mask from his hand and examined it. It reminded her of
a blindfold but with holes cut out for the eyes. Sitting on the edge of the desk,
he circled one finger in the air, signaling for her to turn. She did and he slipped
the mask over her eyes, waited until she adjusted it, then tied the strings behind
her head.

The material felt like silk, sinful and sexy.

When he was done, she turned to fasten his.

What would it feel like to have my hands bound behind my back with these?

She’d never told Gary about that little fantasy, had worried he’d think she was perverted.
Or worse, that he’d tell one of his idiot friends and it’d be spread all over town
the next day.

She knew what it was like to be the object of vicious gossip and she didn’t want to
live through that hell ever again.

Here she could indulge with no fear of repercussions.

She drew in a deep breath, and Jared turned, his eyes narrowing.

Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted and turned her until she sat on the edge
of the desk. Her skirt fluttered up and her bare ass settled onto the desk. The cool
surface made her shiver, but her entire body shuddered when Jared put his hands on
her thighs. Under her skirt.

“Are you cold, Belle?”

Not at all.
“If I say I am, will you offer to warm me?”

The corners of his mouth quirked but the rapid pulse at the side of his neck belied
his seemingly outward cool. She wanted to lean forward and bite him right there. Mark
him in some way.

His hands slid forward by the tiniest increments, each slight motion making her legs
fall apart just a little more. “You don’t feel cold. In fact, your skin is so warm,
I want to soak in your heat.”

The throb between her legs made her ache to move his hands higher, faster. Leaning
back on her hands, she spread her legs until she could accommodate his body between
them. When his fingertips nearly touched the lips of her sex, he pressed her open
even more, rubbing his hard cock against her mound.

She tilted her hips up so he brushed against her sensitive clit.

Swallowing a moan, she fought to keep her eyes open, to watch him. She wanted him
to push her back and flip her skirt to her waist. “Maybe you need to take my temperature.”

He grinned this time. Not a sophisticated smile, but an honest-to-God grin that made
his eyes narrow to slits. “And how would you like me to do that?”

“Oh, I’m sure you could think of something.”

His fingers moved closer, every centimeter they covered fueling her lust. “Should
I use my fingers?”

“Yes, please. Touch me, Jared.”

“I am touching you.”

Damn the man, he wanted her to spell it out. As if he knew how excited she could get
just from talking. How he knew that, she had no clue. Gary had never picked up on
it in all the months they’d been seeing each other. “I want you to put your fingers
in my pussy and fuck me with them.”

Jared’s smile turned hard and a dark flush tinged his cheeks. “Oh, I will, sweetheart.
Lay back, Belle. And don’t move.”

Jared watched as Belle did exactly what he wanted without question or hesitation.

And his cock throbbed with a fierce need to get inside her now.

Damn, he wanted to fuck her. No preliminaries, no foreplay.

Just ram into her and thrust until he exploded.

Jared prided himself on his restraint, on being a considerate lover, one who gave
his partner several orgasms before he came. Yeah, he was a little—okay, he was a huge
control freak. Most women enjoyed it. They let him have his way and he fucked them
until he got bored and moved on. Or they did. He didn’t hold grudges on that account
and hoped they didn’t either.

He’d bet his life this woman wouldn’t just let him fuck her and take it. She’d want
to return the favor and make him lose his control.

That made her dangerous.

And Jared dealt with danger in one way. He subdued it.

For the briefest second, he let his fingertips brush against the lips of her sex,
barely enough to feel the moisture coating them.
Belle arched toward him and he withdrew until his hands rested on her knees.

“Touch your breasts. Pull your dress down so I can see you play with your nipples.”

She flushed a bright, pretty red and, for a second, he thought she’d refuse. His breath
caught and held, waiting, until finally she did as he asked.

Legs spread, her back flat against the desktop, she kept her gaze locked to his as
she lifted her hands to her neckline. Slow and steady, she pulled the gauzy material
down until her bare nipples showed. The tight corset around her middle helped push
her breasts into mounds.

Barely able to breathe, he watched as her long, slim fingers played over the taut
nipples. She had beautiful breasts, full and round. Her nipples pebbled as she touched
them and he wanted to lick them and bite them. Make her scream while he did it.

Right now, though, he was content to watch her as she caressed, hesitantly at first,
then with more confidence. Her eyes drifted closed and her teeth lodged into her bottom
lip.

His hands tightened on her legs and he started a slow caress of her thighs, up and
down, falling into the rhythm she used to fondle herself.

His dick throbbed and his jaw ached from being clenched. The breathy moans escaping
her lips inflamed his lust even more.

Tearing his gaze from her breasts, he looked down her body, at the bare lips of her
pussy, shiny with moisture. Moving his hands, he stroked her, flicking her clit as
he barely penetrated her with his fingers.

She moaned, louder this time, and her hips thrust up, trying to get his fingers to
sink deeper.

Not yet. He wanted her wild. He wanted her complete surrender to sensuality before
he made her come.

He sensed she was holding back. And he wanted her complete surrender.

“Belle, open your eyes. Watch me.”

Slowly, her lashes flickered and those pale green eyes peered at him, lazy and full
of heat. She struggled to breathe, her chest rising and falling in a heavy pattern
that made her breasts quiver. He wanted to suck those tight nipples into his mouth
and he would. But first, he needed this.

Leaning down, he put his mouth on her stomach just below her belly button. The soft
skin contracted as she drew in a sharp breath, but she froze, as if worried he would
move if she did.

He kissed her, running his tongue up to her belly button then down to the soft triangle
of hair on her mound. A light brown, almost the same shade as her hair, she kept it
trimmed.

He rubbed his nose against it, drawing in her scent, then flicked out with his tongue,
catching the tip of her clit. With a cry, she writhed, arching up toward his mouth.
Catching her hips in his hands, he pinned her to the desk and covered her clit with
his mouth, sucking on the little nub until he could nip at it with his teeth.

His own lust caught him off guard as he ate at her. Her earthy taste and scent hit
him like a punch in the gut. He nipped her clit harder, then used the flat of his
tongue to lick it. His heart pounded in his chest as her fingers slid into his hair.
The slight pain as she pulled at the short strands caused his cock to throb with his
heartbeat.

Rational thought deserted him and sex consumed him.

He alternated biting her clit with soothing licks of his tongue,
keeping her body on the edge of orgasm. Tension filled the air around them. Hers,
his.

And someone else’s.

He didn’t stop to see who was standing behind him but he knew someone was there. And
Belle knew it too because her breath caught and she froze for several seconds.

Would she ask him to stop now that the reality of what she’d agreed to hit her? Christ,
he hoped not. He wouldn’t let it.

He didn’t let up and continued to work her body with his mouth. And when he used his
tongue to fuck her, she cried out, her hands reaching above her head to hold on. Her
body arched off the desk and her taste flooded his mouth.

His cock so hard it hurt, he rose and unbuttoned his slacks, releasing his cock from
the confines of his underwear.

Behind him, someone moved.

Jared recognized Dane Connelly by his hair, long enough to brush his shoulders and
dark as night. Dane had shed his coat but wore his mask.

Best friends since high school, Dane didn’t wait for an invitation to join. He just
cupped Belle’s breast in one hand and bent to take the nipple in his mouth.

Belle’s short gasp made Jared pause to watch her closely. If she freaked, he’d get
her the hell out here.

She didn’t. After several long seconds, she closed her eyes and let another man suckle
her breast.

Damn, she was beautiful, with her lips parted and a blush tingeing her cheeks. He’d
never wanted a woman more.

Pulling a condom from his pocket, Jared covered his cock, watching as Dane worked
her breasts with his mouth and his hands.

With her eyes closed and her hair spilling all over the desk, she
looked like one of the paintings on the walls of the Salon. Abandoned. Wild. Lost
in pleasure.

He wanted to feel her come all over his cock again. Once hadn’t been enough.

Sliding his hands up her legs, he waited until she opened her eyes. Glazed with passion,
she stared at him, her mouth slightly parted, lips red from biting them. He saw no
fear, no doubt, no unwillingness.

He stepped closer to the desk and rubbed the tip of his sheathed cock against the
heat of her pussy. She tilted her hips, offering herself up while at the same time
pushing her breast further into Dane’s mouth.

His cock pierced her lower lips until the head disappeared into her flesh. Molten
heat surrounded him and he wanted to bury himself in her. At the same time, he wanted
to draw this out, wanted her to lose all control and know he was the one who made
her do it.

Pulling out, he watched her watch him, watched her eyes dilate just a little more
as he pushed back in, a little further this time. Her eyes flickered shut briefly,
catching on Dane for several seconds before lifting to reconnect with Jared’s gaze.

She reached for him, catching the tail of his shirt and tugging. “Take me.”

“I’m planning to, honey. Just tell me how you want it.”

Her gaze flipped to Dane again as her lips curved into an enticing smile. “Make me
beg.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dane glance up at him. His friend had no idea
who he was fucking but it wouldn’t matter. Dane was a pure sensualist. As long as
it felt good, Dane didn’t care where the pleasure came from. And Dane knew Jared well
enough to know how much he loved a challenge.

Jared let his own lips tilt just the slightest bit. “Be careful what you wish for…”

He pressed forward again, sinking into her tight sheath a tiny bit more, watching
as her eyes closed.

“Oh, no.” He pulled out and her eyes flashed open. “You have to watch, baby. Don’t
look away or you won’t get what you want. No matter what happens, you don’t look away
from my eyes.”

Dane bit her at that moment, not hard but just enough, knowing it was exactly what
Jared wanted him to do. Her mouth parted on a gasp but she kept her gaze locked to
his.

He rewarded her by seating himself deep in one thrust.