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

elevator, his body instinctively responding to the way her eyes brazenly ate him up. And Jesus Christ , the way she stared at the thick length of his shaft straining the fabric of his slacks and hungrily licked her lips nearly destroyed his resolve to keep this a hands-off encounter. It was all he could do to restrain himself from closing the distance between them and kissing her, touching her, and fucking her every way imaginable.
    A soft ping announced their arrival, and the elevator doors quietly opened, saving him from doing anything stupid. She walked out ahead of him directly into the penthouse suite, providing him with another form of torture of watching the confident sway of her hips and taking in her perfectly rounded ass beneath the tight black leather mini-skirt.
    “Nice place,” she commented as she looked around the spacious living area with an adjoining kitchen and dining room with a table that easily seated ten. She moved toward the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked New York City lit up at night. “The view from up here is amazing.”
    Bringing her up to his place wasn’t about pleasantries and the kind of polite conversation he’d been forced to endure the past week with his wife. No, he had something far more dirty and daring in mind for Candy.
    “The bedroom is in here,” he said, and walked into the huge master suite. A few seconds later she strolled inside, and before she could say a word, he took complete control of the situation. “Leave your clothes and heels on and lay down in the middle of the bed,” he ordered.
    Her green eyes widened slightly at the brusque command. Then she shrugged, placed her small purse on the night stand, and climbed up onto the huge king-sized mattress to do as he instructed. “Whatever you want. You’re the paying customer.”
    “Yes, I am,” he said gruffly, liking the power that gave him. “Pull your skirt up to your waist.”
    Her fingers grabbed the hem of the skirt and she shimmied the tight leather up over her hips, a naughty girl smirk curving her red lips as she displayed her smooth, bare mound and revealed the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
    Fuck . His stomach muscles clenched with a primal need to claim, and he had to forcibly tamp down the urge. Oh, he was so going to make her pay for that indiscretion, walking around New York City without any panties on.
    Her knees were pressed much too primly together, and he walked to the foot of the bed and stared up at her, his blood already running like molten lava through his veins. “Spread your legs wide so I can see everything.”
    Unabashedly, she parted her thighs and planted her stilettos three feet apart on the mattress, exposing every inch of her glistening, gorgeous sex. “Touch yourself.” His voice vibrated with the low, rough command.
    Her hand moved down between her legs, her fingers sliding leisurely through the damp folds and dipping into her core. Slick moisture gathered on the tips of her fingers, and she brought them up to her clitoris, stroking that hard knot of flesh with slow precise strokes that made her back arch off the bed. Her lashes fluttered closed, her hips began undulating, and her red lips parted with a soft, pleasurable gasp that make his dick pound and ache.
    He was burning up with lust, his skin so hot the waves of heat suffused his entire body. Yanking his shirt off, he tossed it aside, but left his pants on, even though his cock was demanding to be let free. He continued to watch Candy get herself off, and knew by the rapid rise and fall of her chest that she was close to coming.
    Not ready to allow her that relief just yet, he grabbed both of her ankles and flipped her onto her stomach, then dragged her all the way down to where he was standing at the foot of the bed. A startled sound escaped her, but she didn’t protest when he took hold of her hips and pulled her ass up into the air so that she was on her knees, her legs still spread, with her