Free Club Shadowlands by Cherise Sinclair

quietly. Well, some of them. They passed a couch where a woman knelt at a man’s feet openly playing with his cock.
    Jessica turned her eyes away and blushed. “People sure aren’t modest here, are they?”
    she muttered.
    His chuckle sent tingles through her. Hell, no matter what he did, she got tingles, as if every skin cell on her body had been sensitized to his touch or voice. Just the feel of his hand stroking her bare arm made her toes curl.
    Finding an empty couch, he took a seat, pulling her down beside him. He was so close that his scent wrapped around her as his weight tilted her into him. She clasped her hands together in her lap. “Now what?” she asked in a bright voice.
    “Now we get serious.” His dark, rich baritone made her stomach quiver. “Why did you come back in?”
    The unexpectedness of the question made her insides tighten. Why did he keep asking her these impossible probing questions, dammit? How could she possibly answer this? “I 58
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    didn’t come for… I was just curious.” Curious to see what he could do to her. Her breath quickened.
    “Curious to see? Or curious to do?” He laid one big hand over both of hers.
    “Mostly to see.” Really.
    “No curiosity as to what being restrained feels like?”
    She grimaced. “I tried that earlier. Remember? The paddle?”
    “I do remember, yes.” The crease in his cheek appeared, but at least he didn’t laugh.
    “Well, kitten, let’s see how you like being restrained…and touched.” His fingers wrapped around her wrists, pinning her hands on her lap as he cupped her cheek with his other hand.
    He kissed her. When his tongue rubbed against hers, warmth filled her. She tried to bring her hands up to touch him only she couldn’t, and shock, then heat, ran through her.
    His mouth moved down the side of her neck, teeth closing gently on the skin, giving her goose bumps.
    Again she tried to move. Again his fingers held her in place, and she actually felt herself dampen.
    “You have soft skin that begs to be touched,” he whispered, licking the hollow in her collarbone. “Nipples that want to be sucked.” With his free hand, he ran his finger across the top of her low-cut shirt, stroking the top of her breasts.
    She held her breath, wanting him to go further. Not wanting him to. Dammit, she didn’t like being so confused.
    Smiling, he pushed the elastic top lower until her breasts were half out. His fingertips slid under the shirt to touch one nipple, and it beaded into hardness. Her mouth closed against a sigh, and then she froze as she realized he wasn’t looking down, but studying her face, her expressions. As his gaze captured hers, his fingers lightly circled her nipple, around and around, until she could feel need growing inside her, until she was biting her lip. Too Club Shadowlands
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    many sensations: the feel of one hard hand restraining her, of his fingers on her body.
    Urgency filled her as her core throbbed.
    “Feels different, doesn’t it?” he whispered. ““Do you want more?”
    “No.” He saw her too clearly, and that was as frightening as how her body was reacting.
    “No, I don’t.”
    His jaw tightened. “I really do know when you lie, little one. For your comfort, I haven’t called you on it before, but now…” His steady gaze pinned her in place. “Now you will be honest with me.”
    “I --” She shook her head, unwilling to expose her need. Realizing she couldn’t lie.
    “I think we’ll go and satisfy some of your curiosity and some of that need you don’t want to admit to.” He gave her a level look. “Your answer is ‘yes, Sir.’”
    Her heart was hammering like she’d been running for miles, and her hands grew sweaty in his grasp. Do this? Let him…do what he wanted to her? It was why she’d returned, but the idea was insane. Yet the thought of his hands on her, taking her… She couldn’t answer, could only gaze at him helplessly.
    He smiled, pulled her to her feet,