pressure on her clit, he coaxed her over the edge, knowing her body better than she did. She shook for what seemed like ages, the bliss of her climax strengthened by each little twitch of his fingers, each added lick of his tongue.
"I love how easily you come for me," he murmured against her sensitive flesh, and then he softly bit her thigh, causing a small squeal to break past her lips. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her bones. He was so wickedly dark — so scarily addictive.
When finding strength to open her eyes, she found James by her side, watching her and his lips curved in a damn sexy smile. He did this to her; he left her boneless, shivering, and unable to utter a word. It had taken the last of her energy, and even though her eyelids threatened to close, she turned and began unbuttoning his shirt, determined to please the hell out of him.
He grasped her hands in one of his, keeping them locked there against his chest. He shook his head no, leaning in for a firm kiss. "We have tomorrow," he promised, "and you're in no position to argue." His thumb grazed her cheek, and her eyelids fluttered in a last attempt to keep awake but she lost.
---
The morning after might've been the most relaxed she'd ever felt. She smiled, turned to her side only to have the smile slide right off when meeting an empty bed. A note lay on the pillow next to her and she reached for it.
I'm sorry you're waking up alone. There's a problem at work I have to take care of. Breakfast will arrive at eight thirty.
James.
Sophia stretched her arms out, not even close to reaching the edge. She sighed, smiling up at the ceiling. She managed to shower and get dressed in good time before breakfast arrived. She went for the cute mini-croissants at once. She moaned, wanting to savor every second of her stay.
She reached for her phone on the table and typed in a quick message for James.
You're completely insane, but I'm enjoying the insanity. Thank you. I hope everything is fine at work.
A message ticked in a few minutes later.
I'm glad to hear because you're just seeing the start of it. Be ready by ten tonight. I'm taking you to Nova.
Sophia reread the message, wondering what he was planning. Nova. She recalled the name of that club the twins talked about. They seemed so mysterious about it. James was a god in-between the sheets, easily running the race, but she knew he was going easy on her. Was he going to show her now? The curious part of her was too prominent, and before she could think, she'd sent a message.
Yes, sir.
8.
NOVA
Agnes blinked at her. "You're going to a sex club? Well, that escalated quickly. A week ago you'd never even seen a real life penis and now you're about to swap lovers!"
Sophia rolled her eyes. "I don't plan to swap anything. I've never been there before and can't really comment on it. It's a place hot rich people go to live out their fantasies or something."
"A secret place for rich people."
Sophia pointed at her, knowing where that warped mind of hers was going. "It has nothing to do with the Illuminati." She was obsessed with the idea. "They don't wear cloaks!" Well, at least she guessed they didn't.
"It just sounds strange. Careful, Soph. Hey, I think James is a cool guy, but do you really know him?"
"Yes," she said, exasperated. "So, he's a little kinky. Out of all people, I'd thought you'd be okay with that."
"I can understand your curiosity," Agnes decided at last and sighed. "I'm glad you told me."
"Always. If I call you and freak out, you know why."
"Take pictures."
"No, Agnes," Sophia tossed over her shoulder and walked away from the bar where they just had a drink. "I'll see you later!"
"Have fun, but not too much fun!"
James waited outside, talking on his phone. He ended the conversation quickly and smiled at her.
Sophia decided on a black dress and matching heels. She wasn't sure about the place, and figured it was a safe choice no matter
"I love how easily you come for me," he murmured against her sensitive flesh, and then he softly bit her thigh, causing a small squeal to break past her lips. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her bones. He was so wickedly dark — so scarily addictive.
When finding strength to open her eyes, she found James by her side, watching her and his lips curved in a damn sexy smile. He did this to her; he left her boneless, shivering, and unable to utter a word. It had taken the last of her energy, and even though her eyelids threatened to close, she turned and began unbuttoning his shirt, determined to please the hell out of him.
He grasped her hands in one of his, keeping them locked there against his chest. He shook his head no, leaning in for a firm kiss. "We have tomorrow," he promised, "and you're in no position to argue." His thumb grazed her cheek, and her eyelids fluttered in a last attempt to keep awake but she lost.
---
The morning after might've been the most relaxed she'd ever felt. She smiled, turned to her side only to have the smile slide right off when meeting an empty bed. A note lay on the pillow next to her and she reached for it.
I'm sorry you're waking up alone. There's a problem at work I have to take care of. Breakfast will arrive at eight thirty.
James.
Sophia stretched her arms out, not even close to reaching the edge. She sighed, smiling up at the ceiling. She managed to shower and get dressed in good time before breakfast arrived. She went for the cute mini-croissants at once. She moaned, wanting to savor every second of her stay.
She reached for her phone on the table and typed in a quick message for James.
You're completely insane, but I'm enjoying the insanity. Thank you. I hope everything is fine at work.
A message ticked in a few minutes later.
I'm glad to hear because you're just seeing the start of it. Be ready by ten tonight. I'm taking you to Nova.
Sophia reread the message, wondering what he was planning. Nova. She recalled the name of that club the twins talked about. They seemed so mysterious about it. James was a god in-between the sheets, easily running the race, but she knew he was going easy on her. Was he going to show her now? The curious part of her was too prominent, and before she could think, she'd sent a message.
Yes, sir.
8.
NOVA
Agnes blinked at her. "You're going to a sex club? Well, that escalated quickly. A week ago you'd never even seen a real life penis and now you're about to swap lovers!"
Sophia rolled her eyes. "I don't plan to swap anything. I've never been there before and can't really comment on it. It's a place hot rich people go to live out their fantasies or something."
"A secret place for rich people."
Sophia pointed at her, knowing where that warped mind of hers was going. "It has nothing to do with the Illuminati." She was obsessed with the idea. "They don't wear cloaks!" Well, at least she guessed they didn't.
"It just sounds strange. Careful, Soph. Hey, I think James is a cool guy, but do you really know him?"
"Yes," she said, exasperated. "So, he's a little kinky. Out of all people, I'd thought you'd be okay with that."
"I can understand your curiosity," Agnes decided at last and sighed. "I'm glad you told me."
"Always. If I call you and freak out, you know why."
"Take pictures."
"No, Agnes," Sophia tossed over her shoulder and walked away from the bar where they just had a drink. "I'll see you later!"
"Have fun, but not too much fun!"
James waited outside, talking on his phone. He ended the conversation quickly and smiled at her.
Sophia decided on a black dress and matching heels. She wasn't sure about the place, and figured it was a safe choice no matter
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