Free By Private Invitation by Stephanie Julian

and totally in love. All three of them.
     The woman who killed them should’ve just taken herself out. She robbed the world of
     a great talent.”
    Nodding, Annabelle’s gaze practically caressed the painting of Catrina O’Malley and
     Danton Romero by Peter O’Malley. It was one of a seven-part series featuring Catrina
     and Romero in various sexual positions. Jared hoped one day to own all seven.
    “She was beautiful, wasn’t she?”
    He nodded, though he doubted Annabelle was expecting ananswer to her question. “I think so, yes. And O’Malley painted her beautifully.”
    “The right artist, the right muse.”
    “Do you have any of his work?”
    Now Annabelle turned her attention back to him. “A few pieces, yes.”
    “Are they for sale?”
    “No,” she said, and turned to continue her examination of the rest of his collection.
    They talked art for a while longer and he held up his end of the conversation. But
     mainly, he watched Belle.
    Others were arriving, a few couples already pairing off and heading for dark corners.
    Belle didn’t seem to notice. Her entire attention was focused on the artwork. And
     on him. The thought occurred to him that she was avoiding the other couples.
    Until she turned away from his collection and focused those bright green eyes on him.
    “So, are we going to join the rest of the party?”

Five

Annabelle felt as if she’d had restraints removed.
    As if she’d been given a free pass into a world of sensual pleasure, a world she’d
     never experienced.
    Tomorrow, she’d return to her dusty antiques shop and her sheltered life. Tonight,
     she didn’t want to waste a second.
    From the moment the other man had joined them, from the moment he’d put his mouth
     on her breast, she’d let go of her inhibitions.
    Or, more correctly, Jared had released her from them.
    She’d never had sex in front of other people before, had never had the opportunity
     or the inclination.
    Tonight…Tonight, she wanted to experience everything.
    Her body still tingled from the most explosive orgasm of her life. She wanted Jared
     to touch her again.
    And she wondered if she was a latent exhibitionist. And possibly a voyeur.
    Because she knew the others who had entered the room were pairing off. Some of them
     in more than pairs.
    And she wanted to watch.
    “Would you like to join the rest of the party?” he asked in response to her question.
    She let her smile be her answer.
    Jared obviously came to the right conclusion and he pulled her against him. Even in
     her heels, she still had to tilt her head back to look into his eyes. And when she
     did, he kissed her. A deep, lingering kiss that made her pussy clench and her blood
     sizzle. Again.
    She wanted to melt into him, into the hard contours of his chest and the thick muscles
     of his thighs. The man had a body worth worshipping and she still hadn’t seen him
     naked.
    She wanted to. Needed to.
    But anticipation was a good thing.
    After he eased back from the kiss, Jared turned her in his arms and leaned down to
     speak directly into her ear. “Watching is sometimes almost as much fun as participating.”
    His warm breath brushed against her skin, making her blood pressure rise again. With
     one finger under her chin, he directed her gaze to the left, toward the piano.
    A man had taken the seat and started to play while a woman knelt at his feet, sucking
     his cock. His eyes were closed in ecstasy but his fingers flew over the keys, never
     hitting what sounded like a wrong note.
    The woman’s blonde head bobbed up and down to the rhythm of the music, one hand beneath
     her skirt.
    Jared’s finger nudged her chin again and she focused on the threesome on one of the
     chaise lounges. The woman lay on herback, her head hanging off the end as she sucked the man standing above her while
     another buried himself inside her.
    She caught sight of the man who’d joined her and Jared seated on a plush, armless
     chair seemingly designed for