Free Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3 by Jennifer Skully, Jasmine Haynes

and removed her shoe, tossing it aside, then the other.
           He rose. “In you go.”
           Steadying herself on the tub’s rim, she
climbed in, then sank beneath the surface to let the bubbling water froth over
her breasts. Steam rose, and she was glad she’d worn waterproof makeup.
           Jud simply watched, a dark heat masking his
thoughts and harshening the lines of his face.
           She floated to the side, then flourished a
hand at him. “Well, come on. Get those clothes off.”
           “Shall I do a striptease?”
           She salivated, then laughed at the image
that came to mind.
           “The thought of me stripping makes you
laugh? I’m offended.”
           He was no such thing. She didn’t think Jud
could be offended by anything. The owner of a sex club would have seen and done
it all. “I’m not laughing at you. It
just made me think of that movie, Deuce Bigalow : Male Gigolo , where the two guys do a strip
dance wearing teeny tiny sequined Speedos. Very ridiculous and funny, but so
not sexy.”
           “I’ve never seen the movie. But I think I
could do better.”
           “Forget it, sequins don’t suit you.”
Besides, she couldn’t wait to get him naked in the water. “Just take it all off
now.”
           “Whatever you desire.”
           Her desires were boundless, her appetite
for him unlimited. And there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Jud would deliver
everything he promised.

Chapter Six
           Jud threw his suit jacket on a corner
chair, then loosened the tie and undid the shirt buttons. A glimpse of dark
chest hair tantalized her. She hadn’t explored his body last night, but
tonight, ah yes, she’d investigate every inch as she bathed him. That’s what
this whole scenario was for.
           He’d gone commando again. With his pants
undone, his cock sprang free. His magnificent cock. Stacy had sucked it, licked
it, made it come, but she hadn’t studied it, hadn’t yet memorized its texture
or its fit in her hand.
           “You’re making me want to get right to the
fucking again when you look at me like that.” He stroked himself, then pushed
his pants to his ankles and toed off the whole shebang, including his shoes and
socks.
           Her mouth watered. Beneath the bubbling
surface, her body wept for want of him. “How am I looking at you?”
           “Like you can’t wait to get me inside you.”
He pulled off the tie, but with the tails no longer confined in his slacks, the
shirt covered his erection.
           “So hurry up. I’ve never seen a man
dillydally so long.”
           “That’s your problem, sweetheart, rushing.”
           Which was very close to the thought she’d
had a few minutes earlier. At last he’d tossed aside every stitch of clothing.
His rigid cock bobbed as he climbed the steps and stepped down into the water
beside her.
           “I’m naked, and I’m yours. What do you want
to do to me?”
           Suck him. Fuck him. Make him come. But in
answer, she perused the bottles of shampoo and body wash along the rim of the
tub. “Which scent do you prefer I use on you?”
           “I don’t care what you use on me, but I get
to use something fruity on you. Tangerine maybe. I want something that reminds
me of eating.” He bared his teeth.
           “All you think about is eating.” But then,
so did she, as long as it was his body parts she was savoring. She chose
cucumber for him. Not too unmanly, but then something from the men’s counter
wasn’t an available choice. She pulled him to his knees in the water and
lathered his chest.
           “I like that you’re hairy but not too
hairy.” She loved the texture, coarse on his chest, but getting softer as it arrowed down his abdomen. She washed off the soap, then
sucked his taut nipple into her mouth.
           He drew in a hiss of breath. “I like that
you