THE INVITATION (The Marriage Diaries, Volume 5) by Erika Wilde Page A

nipples that were damn hard to miss and grinned wolfishly. “It would be my pleasure to give you a screaming orgasm.” He set a shot glass on the counter and reached for a bottle of vodka.
    “Thank you,” she replied in sexy, flirtatious tone as she slanted a sly look Dean’s way. “It’s been a while and I might need more than one.”
    The guy chuckled, clearly enjoying the sexy banter between them as he added Bailey’s and Kahlua to the mix. “I’m all about pleasing the customer,” he teased with a wink as he set the drink on a napkin in front of her. “If you require multiple screaming orgasms, I’m your man.”
    Feeling much too possessive over Candy , Dean found himself glaring at the other man, who backed off as soon as he saw his darkening expression.
    “You scared the poor man off,” she said, amusement lacing her voice as her jeweled green eyes met his. “At least someone is willing to accommodate my needs tonight.”
    He wisely kept quiet and finished off his Macallan, adding the last of the liquor to the confusion swirling inside of him, then pushed the empty glass aside.
    “So, you’re in a hotel bar, so I’m assuming you’re from out of town?” she asked conversationally.
    “Yes,” he replied automatically. “I’m here on business.”
    She dipped a finger into her creamy drink and lazily stirred the contents with the digit. “Business men are my favorite kind of clients,” she said, back into character of call girl once again.
    “Really?” he drawled, intrigued despite himself. “And why is that?”
    “Because they’re usually the kinkiest,” she revealed as she locked her gaze on his and sucked her finger into her mouth, slowly licking off the creamy concoction in a way that was incredibly phallic. “And I’m willing to do all those dirty, depraved things that their wives won’t.”
    Ah, fuck. “What’s your specialty?” He was dying to know.
    She gave him a secretive smile. “I’ve been told that I’m amazing at sucking cock, but I’m open to trying anything . The kinkier, the better.” She lifted the shot glass to her mouth and downed the screaming orgasm in one easy swallow, then swiped the remnants of cream from her bottom lip with a lick of her tongue. “Let’s go up to your room and I’ll show you how down and dirty things can get.”
    He was so fucking turned on he could barely think straight. “I’ll take you to my room, but no kissing, touching, or actual fucking. That’s for my wife, only.” Jesus, was he really negotiating with her?
    “That’s a shame and doesn’t leave a whole lot left to do,” she said, clearly disappointed in his “no physical contact” decree. She tipped her head, the ends of her platinum blonde bob sliding along her jaw as she studied him for a moment, sizing him up. “You look like the kind of man who likes to be in charge and give orders. How about you just tell me what to do and sit back and watch the show?”
    The temptation was just too great for him to resist and promised to take his mind off of all the issues he’d left unresolved with Jillian in San Diego. He was thousands of miles away from home, and if Candy wanted to be his entertainment for the night, he was more than willing to oblige.
    “Let’s go,” he said, and abruptly stood before he changed his mind and put an end to this game she was playing.
    He tossed two twenties onto the counter to cover the tab, then headed out of the hotel bar with her following behind so he didn’t violate his own no touching rule. Inside the elevator, he swiped his keycard and pressed the button for the penthouse floor.
    She leaned against the opposite wall of where he was standing, and it didn’t matter where he looked because the mirrors lining the cubicle reflected her everywhere , imprinting her on his brain whether he wanted her to be there or not, and reminding him just how erotic mirrors could be during foreplay and sex.
    He met her seductive gaze from across the