Driving Me to Christmas (London Loves Book 5) by Julie Farrell Page A

‘corridor of delights’. Scott told her the names of the rooms as they inspected each one, looking in the huge windows as they passed. It was like being in a shopping precinct full of small boutiques, but this was the strangest form of window shopping Sam had ever done. Some of the rooms were kitted out with double beds, some with chairs, and some with harnesses and bondage gear. One of them was being used at the moment, and Sam watched as a woman dressed in red lingerie tied a naked man to a chair with leather straps, and the other man in the room eased his erection into the seated man’s mouth. The three of them seemed totally engrossed in what they were doing and were apparently oblivious to Sam and the others.
    It was a bit like being a doctor in a mental asylum, coming to check on the patients. Except this was a liberal establishment where the therapy was physical.
    Scott grabbed Sam’s hand. “Come on, I’ll show you the pool.”
    As they entered the pool area, they were asked to take off their shoes and leave them in the rack, so Sam was suddenly her usual height of five-foot-four, but she didn’t feel too self-conscious, because everyone in here seemed really friendly. They were just having a good time, and apparently wanted everyone else to have a good time, too.
    Sam had imagined a giant aquatic orgy when Scott had first mentioned the pool, but she was delighted to discover it was actually just a normal swimming pool – albeit the most lavish pool Sam had ever seen. She swam at the local pool once a week, but that was old, grubby, and usually overrun with splashy men trying to impress people with what they thought was a skilful butterfly stroke. This pool was the opposite of that. The walls were made of glass, for a start, so everyone outside having a smoke could see in. The tiles around the pool seemed to be marble, and the wooden sun-loungers were draped with fluffy white towels, for anyone to use. The water sparkled serenely and it looked warm and inviting, like a tropical ocean. There were only four people in the pool at the moment – three guys and one woman. They were standing in the tranquil water having a chat. But as Sam looked closer, she realised that one of the men was tenderly fondling the woman’s bare breasts. Sam wondered what they were talking about, and where that breast fondling was heading.
    The Christmas music was being piped in here, too, but it was quieter than in the rest of the venue, which meant the atmosphere was very laidback. Suddenly, over the sound of the music and chatter, Sam heard a loud groan and realised there was a blonde woman lying on her back by the pool edge, receiving oral from a brown-haired woman.
    Sam’s lust flashed up inside. She automatically turned away from the women, having been trained by society not to stare, and her eyes fell on a row of hot tubs, which were full of people lazily nattering or indulging in various sexual activities.
    Sam glanced back to Verlaine and realised that Scott and Paul had drifted off to the pool edge and were smooching and touching each other.
    “Shall we sit down?” she asked Verlaine.
    He gestured to a sun-lounger. “Yeah, let’s soak up the atmosphere.”
    They padded over and Verlaine leaned against the back of the sun-lounger, so Sam sat between his legs and snuggled into his arms. She suddenly felt awkward, because she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be doing, but she quickly relaxed as Verlaine’s fingers probed down the front of her dress and started to caress her breasts.
    “You’re not wearing a bra,” he whispered.
    She turned and kissed him. “No, but I am wearing other underwear, which I hope to show you later!”
    He nibbled her ear. “I can’t wait to see it.”
    Sam enjoyed the feel of her man touching her body as she watched Scott and Paul by the pool making an exhibition of themselves. Scott was standing at the water’s edge, slowly removing his top – which revealed his gorgeous