Free Invitation to Pleasure: Open Invitation, Book 2 by Jasmine Haynes Page A

She
opened a closed door—no one said closed doors were taboo—saw all men. Yes, the
peek counted. Air wafted over her as she shut the door, and with it came
Brett’s unique scent again, brushing the back of her neck. He was there behind
her. Following. Dogging her every step.
           And she remembered the night of her
bachelorette party. Brett hadn’t just been at The Sex Club that night, he’d
followed her from room to room. He was the man she’d sensed behind her. That
night, she’d performed for him. Why she hadn’t realized it before, she couldn’t
say. Maybe she’d been afraid to contemplate the consequences.
           Just as she hadn’t turned to find her
watcher that night, Virginia didn’t turn now. Titillation wasn’t in The Train
Depot. It was behind her in the man who stalked her. It was in the scent of sex
that shuddered from his pores. That was the moment her body came fully to life,
the moment her nipples ached for his mouth, her clitoris throbbed for the rough
swipe of his tongue, and her core dripped for his possession.
           One more room to visit, and he was hers to
do with as she wished. Virginia turned abruptly into the next door she came to.
No one clogged the entry, and at first it appeared to be nothing more than a
workout room. Then she saw the workout they were giving each other. One man,
one woman. She was spread above his face, clutching the bar above her for
support. He lay on his back on a bench. The weights lay immobile as he gripped
her buttocks and held her to his mouth.
           Her legs trembling, Virginia closed her
eyes and imagined imitating the position with Brett. She could almost feel his
tongue enter her, the lap and suck of his mouth, the clench of her thigh
muscles as she steadied herself for his intimate foray. She clung to the wall
to hold herself upright, the woman’s keening wails echoing in the room.
           Her hand restlessly stroked her abdomen,
the need to lift her skirt and caress herself humming through her blood. This
was what Brett wanted, her need so unbearable that she’d do anything. The best,
however, was yet to come. When Brett finally revealed himself in the throng of
strangers.
           She stumbled from the room, her eyes
darting through the guests heading her way. People were moving on, looking for
new excitement. When would Brett come to her and extinguish the fire burning in
her? Her mind spilled over with the image of him shoving her dress to her waist
and taking her in the middle of the hallway with the crowd all around them. She
wanted it, badly. Her feet were unsteady in the high heels. Her legs didn’t
seem to work the way she wanted them to, and her vision blurred around the
fringes.
           Someone bumped her, and she fell against
the wall, bringing her hand up to the hardwood paneling to catch herself. She
was at the edge of an alcove, and for a moment she thought about ducking in
just to catch her breath.
           Through a gap in the alcove’s curtain, she
saw a couple kissing as if they were the only two people in the world. He
cupped her face with a sort of worship, his knees dipping as he took her mouth.
The woman’s black jacket and camel-colored skirt were circumspect enough for
work, yet the scene was anything but. His hands slid down to lift the hem. When
he finally touched her between her legs, she moaned, deeply, overcome.
           “Christ, I want you so goddamn much.”
           Right next to the alcove, Virginia heard
more than desire in his voice, more than need for a mere physical joining. She
heard his soul in his words.
           He lifted the woman and pulled her legs to
his waist. Bracing her against the wall, he entered her with a reverent thrust
Virginia felt all the way to her womb.
           Virginia wanted that feeling, that emotion,
a man that needed her that badly. She wanted Brett to need her that badly. With
the sliver of light through the curtain, she