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

like. So tell me, what’s your secret fantasy? The thing you haven’t done
yet that you’re dying to do.”
           “Now that’s cheating.” She brushed up
against him as she reached behind and washed the slope of his back down to his
butt. And between. “If I tell you, then you’ll provide it and automatically win
the challenge.”
           “It’s not cheating to want to know what
goes on in that gorgeous mind of yours.”
           “Cheater, cheater,” she taunted as she scouted
round to his front side and foamed his balls and the base of his cock. His lids
drooped in lazy desire, and he rocked gently in her fist, doing all the
cleaning work himself.
           “Come on,” he urged. “Let’s do a little Q
and A. I ask something, then you get to ask.”
           She didn’t give a damn if he cheated. It
could only be to her benefit. Imagine having all your fantasies acted out for
and on you. She slithered down in the water and washed his powerful thighs.
“All right. But I’ll only answer what I feel like answering.” It’s not as if
she could appear to give in easily.
           “Have you ever thought about being with
another woman?”
           She tipped her head. “There’s one major
obstacle to that.”
           “What?”
           “Women don’t have cocks.” She took his
clean, slippery tool in her hand and pumped lightly, swirling a drop of come
over his taut crown. Then she shuffled back and bent her head, taking him,
tasting his salty desire. “I don’t think I’d enjoy sex if I didn’t get to taste
this.”
           “Well then, how about a ménage with a man
and another woman? You’d get the cock as well.”
           She laughed. “Then it becomes a
competition. Which is not the same as a challenge.” At least not their challenge.
           “And you want everything to be about you.”
           “Yes. As it should be.” She batted her
eyelashes. “Isn’t that what this agreement between us is all about?”
           “Of course. My turn now.” He plucked the
bottle from her hand and grabbed the tangerine wash he’d wanted to use on her.
           “What about you?” she asked, though a
slight tremble traveled through her as he drew soap bubble sketches all over
her body. “Have you ever thought about being with another man?”
           “It doesn’t hold any attraction. I love
women. I love everything about them.”
           “Like what exactly?”
           “I love the way a woman tastes. Her mouth.”
He kissed her, taking her tongue as if he savored a fine wine. Then he backed
off to soap her shoulders. “Her skin,” he murmured as he sluiced the spot with
water, then bent to the curve of her neck, licking along her choker, sucking
her skin lightly, then finishing off with a gentle nip. She shuddered in
response.
           He buried his face in her hair, breathing
her in. “I like the way she smells. All the lotions she uses, the shampoos, the
concoctions, the perfumes that smell completely unique with each application.”
           “I like the way they feel.” With soapy
hands, he traced her breasts, flirted with her nipples, then trailed two
fingers down her arm. “Their skin is soft, like silk and satin.”
           With another palm of liquid, he sudsed her bottom, slipping between her cheeks and making
her quiver with desire. With the other hand, he tunneled between her legs. “I
like the plump feel of their sex, how slippery they get.” He nudged her legs
farther apart and slid across her clitoris for the moisture he liked. She
purred deep in her throat like a contented feline.
           “I love the sounds they make when they’re
aroused.” He put his damp fingers to his mouth. “And did I say I liked the way
they taste and smell?” He sucked on his finger as if he relished her. “Hot,
spicy, fragrant.”
           Pulling her over him, he rubbed his