Free By Private Invitation by Stephanie Julian Page A

exactly what he was doing—letting a woman ride him, her
     fingers clutched in his hair, her blue silk dress pulled up around her waist, his
     pants puddled around his shoes on the floor.
    Her lips parted, her lungs unable to get enough air. Heat drenched her body, threatening
     to make her overheat. She knew she couldn’t hide her reaction from Jared and didn’t
     bother to try.
    She’d never been so turned on in all her life and the more she watched the others
     around her, the more she wanted Jared.
    Her sex began to throb, clenching in need and wet with desire. Without her panties,
     her juices would be running down her legs soon.
    As if he’d read her mind or sensed her need, the hand he’d had resting on her hip
     moved down her thigh, stroking along her filmy skirt before sliding his hand under
     it. He teased along the outer flesh of her leg for several seconds, making her breath
     catch, before he curled his fingers around her thigh. He let his hand rest there for
     several seconds as she continued to stare at the other couples. Her focus started
     to blur as her entire attention focused on his hand.
    The anticipation as she waited for him to move built like a slow-acting drug in her
     blood, her heart pounding and her lungs struggling for air.
    And when he finally did, she drew in a deep breath and held it as his fingertips brushed
     along the inside of her thighs. Light as a feather but as tantalizing as his scent.
    She felt the stiff rod of his erection nestle between the cheeksof her ass, and she ground back against him, wanting to torment him just a little
     in return.
    But he got back at her, his fingers finally moving, if only to brush against her clit
     so lightly she couldn’t honestly say he’d touched her at all. It was more like the
     whisper of a touch.
    When she moaned, so softly she barely heard herself, the finger he had at her jaw
     took a leisurely path down her neck, coaxing shivers from her overheating body. He
     traced the hollow of her throat and the line of her collarbone. From there, it was
     only inches to her breast. He stroked the upper slope of her breast, tantalizing her
     already over-stimulated nerves with more pleasure.
    “Jared.” She barely whispered his name, but she knew he heard her when his hand obeyed
     her unspoken command and slipped into her bodice to cup her breast.
    She moaned again when his fingers lifted her out of the material, baring her to the
     air, and tweaked her pebble-hard nipple. Her sex clenched, needed something to fill
     it as she nearly came from his touch.
    And just as she had the thought, he slipped two fingers between her slick lips and
     thrust.
    Caught against his hard body, held in place by his hands in her pussy and around her
     breasts, Annabelle came again, her body shuddering, her cry of completion lost in
     the music of the piano and the sounds of the other couples and threesomes enjoying
     themselves.
    Jared drew out the sensation, his fingers thrusting inside, rubbing that spot that
     made her mindless, and rolling her nipple almost to the point of pain.
    And when finally he removed his fingers from her body, she thought she might just
     fall in a puddle of satiation at his feet.
    But Jared had other ideas.
    “I think you need to get off your feet, Belle.” In the next second, she was in his
     arms. She barely had time to realize they were moving before he set her on her feet
     and turned her away from him again. The next thing she knew, he’d bent her over the
     rolled arm of the nearest couch.
    “Stay right here, sweetheart,” Jared crooned as he shifted behind her. “Don’t move.”
    Moaning, she heard the metallic slide of his zipper, the slight crinkle of a condom
     wrapper, then his hands flipped her skirt up to her hips.
    “You have the most beautiful ass, Belle. I’ve been dying to smack it all night.”
    She couldn’t produce a sound at how hot that made her. She wanted to feel his hand
     spank her, make her skin heat