Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Raven is working the desk tonight, dressed in a black sheath that says “dangerous” in about seventeen languages. She sees us and smiles, sharp as a scalpel.
“Hey, guys,” she purrs. “So good to see you on the other side of the velvet rope.”
Wyatt nods and asks. “How have things been going since they installed the new security system?” He has a hard time turning off his “bodyguard mode.”
She glances at him. “Much better. Thanks for helping Roman out with that unpleasant mess,” then the stunning woman turns to me. “You look radiant, Naomi.”
I blush, not sure if it’s the lighting or the compliment. “Thanks so much.”
She waves us through. “Enjoy yourselves.”
We take the elevator up, and the whole time, Wyatt’s hand never leaves my body. He holds me close, his thumb tracing slow circles on my hip, anchoring me in place.
The third-floor corridor stretches out, its walls lined with heavy, soundproof doors. At the corridor's end, a door stands slightly ajar with a flickering glow of candlelight spilling out and casting an inviting glow on the plush, deep red carpet that muffles footsteps.
Wyatt, with a gentle motion, opens the door for me and we step inside. The room inside is a seductive tapestry of black and red, accented with soft strokes of gold that shimmer in the candlelight.
A sumptuous couch lines one wall, while a king-sized bed dominates most of the room. On the wall, a rack of meticulously arranged toys catches my eye, causing my heart to stutter with anticipation. Silk ties hang next to leather cuffs, metal handcuffs, and blindfolds. Everything you need for a night of debauchery.
My pulse quickens in tandem with the atmosphere's charged energy. Wyatt closes the door behind us and the soft thud is followed closely by a decisive click of the lock.
He turns to face me, and something in him shifts. The protector, the bodyguard, is still there, but he’s let the leash go slack. He’s looking at me like I’m his next meal.
He steps forward and places his hands gently on my shoulders before brushing my hair back. “I love you, fever.”
The way he says it turns me to mush. “Show me how much.” I breathe.
“Fuck.” He takes my chin in his hand and tips my face up. “I’m like a kid in a candy shop. I don’t even fucking know where to start.”
He stalks around the room while I look around, stopping to test the strength of the restraint points built into the bed frame. He slowly catalogues everything like he’s trying to decide if the space is worthy of me.
I walk over to the bed, trace my hand along the cool, slippery red silk. “Do you have any idea what we’re supposed to do now?”
I sit back on the bed and he kneels in front of me, resting his hands on my knees. “Enjoy ourselves.” His grip is solid, unshakeable. “We can figure out what we like and go with that.”
He slides his hands slowly up my inner thighs and I forget we’re in a sex club.
“What do you want to try first, Naomi?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly.
I’m already wet just from the way he looks at me. “Surprise me,” I whisper, my voice trembling enough to let him know I’m already halfway gone.
His smirk widens and he leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Hold on, fever,” he growls.
Before I can even think of a response, he’s on me like a hungry predator. His hands slam me down onto the bed with a force that makes my breath hitch.
His fingers dig into my hips, possessive and rough, and I can already feel the heat of his body pressing into mine, hard and unyielding. His eyes are dark, almost feral.
His hands slide up my inner thighs, slow and deliberate as he savors every sensitive inch of me. The fabric of my dress rides up, and cool air against my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of his touch. His fingers brush against the edge of my panties, and I swear I can feel my pulse throb in response.
He doesn’t waste any time. With one swift motion, he grabs the hem of my dress and yanks it up over my head then tosses it aside. I swallow as his hungry eyes rake over me. They darken to emerald green when they land on the black lace bra and matching thong I’m wearing.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice thick with desire. “You’re going to kill me in that.”
He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as his breath hot brushes against my skin. “I’m going to leave that on,” he whispers, his voice dripping with promise. “Because I want to tear it off you later.”
His hands move over my body, rough and demanding as they slide over all my curves. He squeezes my ass and uses his hold to pull me closer until there’s no space left between us. The hard length of his cock presses against me causing me to moan like a porn star.