panels. Remembering Ollie was watching on the other end of the hidden camera. She turned to make a slow pan of the room. She imagined Ollie’s mouth slackening into a perfect oh followed by my god as the scene flashed across the screen.
“Haden?” she whispered, and strained to see beyond the curtains where a diffused spotlight shone.
“You wanted to know.” His low, sexy voice sent shivers cascading down her back. His released the handclasp and glided his hand up her arm, trailing his fingers to her neck.
“I don’t understand,” she said, tilting her head to look up at him. He leaned over and brushed his lips over hers and all thoughts of scooping the big story faded in the haze clouding her mind. She loved the way his lips felt. How they tasted. The way his tongue plunged into her mouth and claimed hers. She was lost in his ardor .
Her mind whirled and she realized the room was…breathing. She rejected the thought, yet beneath the music was a chorus of pants and moans. Breaking from his kiss, she gasped for air, glimpsing past the curtain walls. Light flickered and peeked between the drapery folds each time the material swayed from the blast of air conditioning from the ceiling.
As though reading her mind, Haden broke from the kiss and nodded toward the draperies.
“I sense your curiosity, love. Come, let me show you the magic of my Sanctuary,” he murmured in her ear, and guided her through the maze of draperies.
“What is all this?” Her question was answered when he held the last panel aside. Her stare widened on a round bed spotlighted on a sunken stage.
She looked up at Haden and then back at the bed, neatly made with red, silk linens. She felt the heat of stares and turned to look around the room, surprised to see couples slightly hidden behind the fluttering panels. Their entwined bodies writhed as though choreographed to the music. Suddenly she was having second thoughts. There was no way she could just step down onto the stage and have sex with him in front of these strangers.
Yet the thought sent an excited streak racing through her and Alexia was disturbed by how arousing such a vision was. Before tonight, before tasting Haden’s kisses, she’d have said no, but now…
Just as she was about to ask him, a couple emerged from across the room. Their lithe and perfectly sculpted bodies undulated beneath the soft lights. They stopped at the foot of the bed, clinging to each other as they swayed to the exotic music.
She couldn’t move. Mesmerized, she watched the man lower the woman onto the bed, running his hands up her bare legs and beneath the short hemline of her dress. Alexia held her breath, unable to believe what she was seeing. Haden stood behind her and she could feel his eyes moving over her, slipping to the low cut of her dress, sensing the heat of his gaze moving to dip below her waist. He encircled his arms around her and tugged her against him. Any question about his arousal vanished when his erection pressed into the small of her back.
“Don’t be afraid.” His breath fell down her neck. “Relax,” he whispered with that deep baritone that made her want to feel him inside her. He ground his hips into her.
“I-I’m not afraid,” she gulped.
The man on stage tugged the woman’s panties down her legs and over the stiletto heels. Alexia’s heart palpitated. She thought she was prepared for what she might witness in The Sanctuary and had even been aroused by the thought of voyeurism. But this was more than she’d imagined.
The room suddenly felt crowded as more couples emerged from behind the draperies and stood so close Alexia could feel the sexual energy radiating from them like an electrical current. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She braved a look at the couple beside her and gasped when she met the man’s knowing gaze. The woman sank to her knees and slowly unzipped his trousers. Alexia looked away, running her tongue over her lips.
She heard
“Haden?” she whispered, and strained to see beyond the curtains where a diffused spotlight shone.
“You wanted to know.” His low, sexy voice sent shivers cascading down her back. His released the handclasp and glided his hand up her arm, trailing his fingers to her neck.
“I don’t understand,” she said, tilting her head to look up at him. He leaned over and brushed his lips over hers and all thoughts of scooping the big story faded in the haze clouding her mind. She loved the way his lips felt. How they tasted. The way his tongue plunged into her mouth and claimed hers. She was lost in his ardor .
Her mind whirled and she realized the room was…breathing. She rejected the thought, yet beneath the music was a chorus of pants and moans. Breaking from his kiss, she gasped for air, glimpsing past the curtain walls. Light flickered and peeked between the drapery folds each time the material swayed from the blast of air conditioning from the ceiling.
As though reading her mind, Haden broke from the kiss and nodded toward the draperies.
“I sense your curiosity, love. Come, let me show you the magic of my Sanctuary,” he murmured in her ear, and guided her through the maze of draperies.
“What is all this?” Her question was answered when he held the last panel aside. Her stare widened on a round bed spotlighted on a sunken stage.
She looked up at Haden and then back at the bed, neatly made with red, silk linens. She felt the heat of stares and turned to look around the room, surprised to see couples slightly hidden behind the fluttering panels. Their entwined bodies writhed as though choreographed to the music. Suddenly she was having second thoughts. There was no way she could just step down onto the stage and have sex with him in front of these strangers.
Yet the thought sent an excited streak racing through her and Alexia was disturbed by how arousing such a vision was. Before tonight, before tasting Haden’s kisses, she’d have said no, but now…
Just as she was about to ask him, a couple emerged from across the room. Their lithe and perfectly sculpted bodies undulated beneath the soft lights. They stopped at the foot of the bed, clinging to each other as they swayed to the exotic music.
She couldn’t move. Mesmerized, she watched the man lower the woman onto the bed, running his hands up her bare legs and beneath the short hemline of her dress. Alexia held her breath, unable to believe what she was seeing. Haden stood behind her and she could feel his eyes moving over her, slipping to the low cut of her dress, sensing the heat of his gaze moving to dip below her waist. He encircled his arms around her and tugged her against him. Any question about his arousal vanished when his erection pressed into the small of her back.
“Don’t be afraid.” His breath fell down her neck. “Relax,” he whispered with that deep baritone that made her want to feel him inside her. He ground his hips into her.
“I-I’m not afraid,” she gulped.
The man on stage tugged the woman’s panties down her legs and over the stiletto heels. Alexia’s heart palpitated. She thought she was prepared for what she might witness in The Sanctuary and had even been aroused by the thought of voyeurism. But this was more than she’d imagined.
The room suddenly felt crowded as more couples emerged from behind the draperies and stood so close Alexia could feel the sexual energy radiating from them like an electrical current. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She braved a look at the couple beside her and gasped when she met the man’s knowing gaze. The woman sank to her knees and slowly unzipped his trousers. Alexia looked away, running her tongue over her lips.
She heard
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