Invitation to Seduction: Open Invitation, Book 1 by Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully Page A

crowded. Stephen had tried to get a private room, but they were all booked. Jesus. It was like ordering a motel room, and the feeling in his gut was just as seedy. Too many people wandered the halls tonight, and the club reeked of sweat, cloying perfume, and dirty sex. This wasn’t how he wanted their night to be.
    He tugged her into an alcove, pulling the green curtain, then leaned back against the wall and brought her into his arms. Her citrus scent burned away the stink of the club.
    She put her hand to his cheek. “What’s wrong, Stephen?”
    “I want to be alone with you.” He breathed her in, willing the ache in his chest to subside.
    “We’re alone in here.” She touched her sweet lips to his.
    He crushed her against him. This time, she’d dressed as Debbie, the woman he dreamed of, in a camel-colored skirt and black jacket with a white blouse beneath. He ran his hands under the jacket, taking her warmth inside him. Her kiss turned him inside out, dragging a low moan up from his belly. He felt the desperation in it. If this was all he had, making love in this darkened alcove, he would make it the best for her.
    “Let me taste you,” he whispered.
    “God, yes. Please, Stephen, I’ve waited so long for that.”
    Backing her up against the wall, he inched her skirt to her waist and slowly, very slowly, went down on his knees. Beneath the Debbie skirt, she was purely Desiree, naked and beautiful.
    Tiny droplets glistened on her curls. Her hips tilted toward him, begging, her lips plump with arousal. He drew his tongue along the slit, pointing at the top and hitting her clit. He felt her body’s light jerk. Then he spread her, opening her fully, and licked gently along the crest. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and her soft moan was like music. He drank from her, her taste sweet and tart like fruit. She dragged one calf up his arm and draped her leg across his back as he bent to her.
    He sucked her clitoris until her juices bathed his lips. He caressed every pleasure spot he could reach until her moans became one long sound that wrapped around his gonads, until she filled his mouth with a sweet gush of cream, and her moans filled his soul. He lapped gently as the shudders in her body subsided. He stayed on his knees before her until his cock ached so badly he had to stroke himself to ease the pain.
    He would never ease the ache in his heart.
     
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    “That was beautiful,” Debbie whispered. Nothing had ever been so beautiful or made her feel so complete. She tugged on Stephen’s ears until he looked at her. “Come here.”
    He rose, her skirt falling between them. His lips shimmered with her come, then he rubbed them against hers. “You came so hard I drank you up. Taste it.”
    Looking into the deep pool of his eyes, she kissed his mouth. Her taste laced with his. The hard ridge of his arousal rocked against her belly. She wanted more of him. “Make love to me. I want you inside me.”
    Something flickered in his gaze. In the dark behind the velvet curtain, only a sliver of light to see by, it was hard to discern. Earlier he’d vibrated with raw tension, not sexual, anxious, out of character. There’d been too many people in the halls. It hadn’t been like the other times. Or maybe it was and something inside her, something between them , had changed. She wanted, needed, maybe too much. Maybe he sensed how her emotions about him were becoming tangled. Maybe the end of it all was nearer than she thought.
    “Please, Stephen. Now. Make love to me.” The aching whisper hurt her throat. As did the mechanics of watching him don the condom. A symbol of what stood between them.
    Then he cupped her face in his hands, his eyes roaming every inch of her features. Finally he put his mouth to hers in a kiss that stole her breath, stole her heart. Dipping his knees, he matched his height to hers and took her tongue with his.
    He tasted of her juices and something indefinably him, sweet, caring,