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

loving. If it was an illusion, she wanted it, needed it. His kiss said everything he didn’t say with words. She was more than a fuck at a sex club. She was wanted as much as she wanted him, needed by him. His hands traveled her hips, caressed her buttocks, encompassing all of her. Then the slide of her skirt up her legs. When he traced her folds with his finger, she moaned into his mouth.
    Pulling her legs to his waist, he hoisted her above him and looked up. “Christ, I want you so goddamn much.”
    It was there in his eyes. For this moment, she was all he wanted. Tomorrow didn’t matter. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her body.
    Nothing had ever felt like this, the steel glide of his cock inside her, higher, deeper. The slide of his hips as he rotated and found that perfect spot. He thrust, and she clung. Heat and pleasure rose along with a hard knot of almost painful need.
    He threw back his head and drove deep inside her. “God, I love you.” His breath shot out, and he dropped his gaze to hers, piercing, wild. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”
    She tightened her legs at his waist, crushed him in her arms, and whispered, “I love you, Stephen.”
    Then she let her desires burst in a riot of color and stars and passion. He rode the starburst with her, shooting her higher, taking everything.
    She would hug those precious words close and live with them the rest of her life. They were all she might ever have.
     
    * * * * *
     
    “Come home with me.” Shit. Why the hell did he open his goddamn mouth when he knew the demand would ruin the night? She’d said she loved him. It was all he should have needed.
    She stirred, snuggled closer. “You know I can’t do that.”
    “I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. With my cock inside you.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why couldn’t he shut up?
    “Next time we’ll get a private room, then we can sleep for awhile.” She kissed his throat, then settled into him once more.
    Next time? Fuck next time. He wanted her in his bed, not in some goddamn bordello room. He closed his eyes against the rising pain. She’d meet him again if he asked. She’d shower him with her passion, say his name, tell him she loved him, seduce him completely. But she would always leave the bed before he was ready to let her go.
    He loved her with everything in him, wanted her, needed her, knew he just might die without her.
    But he couldn’t do this again.
    There was a time and a place for the truth. The Sex Club wasn’t it. Tonight wasn’t it. Or maybe it was just a way to avoid his day of reckoning, to save the memory of this one last night without ripping it all to hell.
    But he would reveal himself. The next invitation she received would be from the real Stephen. He could only hope she didn’t hate him for making her choose. And that he wouldn’t hate her if she didn’t choose him.
     
    * * * * *
     
    “You came in late again last night.” Her husband leaned against the bathroom doorjamb, arms folded across his chest. She hadn’t heard him enter.
    “Yes.” She smoothed face cream into her skin. “I haven’t seen Virginia since she got married.”
    “Does her new husband mind she stays out until three?”
    Her heart stuttered. God, she hadn’t even called Virginia when she got back from her honeymoon. Debbie gave a telltale pause in her morning routine. “He knows her well enough by now.” Though she doubted he knew that the weekend of her wedding Virginia had masturbated for a room full of men.
    “Do you really think this is good for you, Debbie?”
    Suddenly they weren’t talking about late nights with her friends. This was the closest he’d come to questioning her, the biggest threat he’d made to the status quo. She tipped her head, looking at him for the first time in...weeks. New lines had etched themselves in the flesh beneath his eyes. Sadness leached the color from his irises. He looked older. Tired. Unhappy.
    Guilt clogged her throat.