Invitation to Pleasure: Open Invitation, Book 2 by Jasmine Haynes

already wet with her
juices.
           “It’s made me fucking crazy all night
wondering what you were wearing under this skirt.” He breathed against her
lips. “I should have bent you over the sofa and fucked you from behind. My cock
sliding deep inside you for everyone to see.” He held her chin in his hand.
“And you’d scream for every inch.”
           “Brett.” Her pupils had dilated to the
point of obscuring the blue of her eyes. This time, she didn’t deny him
completely. “We can’t stay up here too long.”
           He buried his lips against her throat and
sucked her skin. Hard. Enough to mark her. She was his, no one else’s. “We’ll
stay as long as it takes for me to have what I want.” He sucked off the last
traces of her lipstick, marking her that way, too. “And it’s going to take a
very long sweet fucking time.”
           She put two hands to his face and forced
him to look at her. “This is crazy,
Brett.”
           “You don’t know the half of it.” Exactly
what he’d said to that bastard Garrett. He dragged in a breath and slammed her
up against the door. “Fuck me, Virginia. I’m gonna go nuts if you don’t. And
you really don’t want to see what I’m capable of then.”

Chapter Seven
           Brett had such a look on his face. Need.
Desperation. All for want of her. This was her fantasy, to be desired so badly
a man would risk anything for her. More than physical, it was an emotion that
touched her core desires. Brett made her burn, set her skin on fire, lit an
inferno in her belly.
           He’d fantasized about taking her in front
of their guests. It rang with primal need.
           It was what she’d dreamed of as she’d
donned thigh-high stockings, forsaking panties. An illusion she’d wanted to
create, walking amid his guests as the perfect hostess yet a burning woman
beneath the surface. When she’d dressed, it had been a game. When Wilson
Garrett congratulated her on perturbing her imperturbable husband, it had
become something much more. With one glance at Brett, she’d felt her body heat
and her nipples peak to aching, needy points. Something dark, seething, and
delicious had been in his gaze.
           One little push, and he very well might
have fucked her in front of their guests. That was how badly he wanted her. He was on the edge of control.
           He shook her lightly, bending slightly so
he could see her at eye level. “Now,” he whispered, just a breath of air.
“Don’t make me wait. Or I’ll just take what I need.”
           What woman could resist this level of
desire? Just this once , she told
herself. With their party going on downstairs, it was crazy, extreme, even stupid. Just this time, never again , she promised. They were supposed to
keep this kind of thing limited to The Sex Club. But she had to have it now,
because he might never be like this again, not her controlled, imperturbable
husband.
           “Yes. Now.”
           That was all she said, and he became an
animal. At the club, he’d taken her with the need of a man teased for a few
hours. Tonight, he was a wild beast.
           He grabbed her chin and took her mouth,
devouring her with more than just his lips and tongue, devouring her with his
unleashed passion. She clutched his arms and hung on for the incredible ride,
barely able to keep up as he yanked her skirt above her hips. He was all over
her, nipping her lip, biting her throat, squeezing her buttocks. Then he
slipped down the crease of her ass to push one finger inside her wet core, the
underside of his knuckle pressing the spot between her pussy and anus. He groaned
as if it weren’t enough for him and came at her from the front with his other
hand, sliding another finger inside and working her clitoris with his palm. The
sensations burned her.
           “Undo my pants.”
           She gasped as he hit an acutely receptive
spot. “I can’t when