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

couldn’t see the woman’s face,
only the man’s, filled with something so profound it could only be called love,
making the tableau all the more potent. For a moment she was that woman and the recipient of all his desire. His words
flowed over her, inside her, took her as he took his lover, over and over.
           “God, I love you. I’m so fucking in love
with you.”
           After the purely sexual heat in the workout
room, those beautiful words were her undoing. Virginia leaned back against the
wall, closed her eyes, and pressed her thighs together as an orgasm rolled over
her and dragged her under.
           
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           Brett watched as Virginia came without a
touch. It was the most humbling sight he’d ever experienced. He hadn’t caused
it, wasn’t a part of it. Yet he exulted in having found a woman so passionate
that her body could take over her mind so completely.
           He’d never wanted a woman so badly in his
life. Every room she visited, each expression on her face, the subtle,
tantalizing changes in her scent and her body, all had driven him higher. His
cock pounded as if it were an entity all on its own. Demanding. Compelling.
Unstoppable.
           What had she felt as she watched the couple
behind the curtain? He sensed it was far more than a sex act for her, yet he
didn’t comprehend the more of it.
He’d thought she needed witnesses to her feminine power, but this was something
else entirely. He vowed he would figure it out. That’s what this night was all
about. Discovering what made Virginia come undone.
           Ten feet and a gaggle of guests separated
them. Even as he watched, a man approached her. Brett growled low in his
throat. Without feeling his feet move, he grabbed the guy’s hand just as it
reached for Virginia’s tight nipple.
           “She’s mine.”
           “Sorry, old boy. Thought she was a free
agent.” The man, somewhere in his midthirties, looked pointedly at Brett’s
white knuckles around his hand. Brett dropped it as if it were a searing ember.
He realized with a little extra pressure, his grip would break bones.
           Virginia finally opened her eyes just as
her wannabe partner backed away, keeping a wary gaze on Brett.
           “Brett?” She blinked twice as if to regain
her faculties.
           “He was going to touch you without your
permission.” Yeah, that was his mission, to make sure she was touched only when
she wanted to be.
           He wanted her now, like this, still dazed
from what she’d seen, her body in control rather than her mind. Her pupils were
dilated while her lids were slumberous. He wanted to put his lips to the
flushed skin of her shoulders, drag her bodice down to give her nipples up to
his touch. He wanted to drive his cock so far up inside her that she came with
the first thrust.
           “Do I have your permission?” He held out his hand, waiting.
           She trustingly put her hand in his. “Yes.”
           He needed no more encouragement. He pulled
her flush up against his side and wrapped her beneath his arm. She stumbled, he
held tight. At the next alcove, he swept aside the curtain. A woman squeaked.
Stifling his irritation, he shrugged his shoulders in apology.
           He led Virginia to another recess. This
time he only moved aside a corner. Occupied. Again. He checked two more
curtains.
           Need boiled over. “I can’t find an empty
one, dammit.”
           “It doesn’t matter,” Virginia soothed.
           “It goddamn matters.” He realized how out
of control he sounded, like a wild man, and he didn’t care. “The next one,
don’t worry.”
           At the far end of the hall, he found what
he wanted and dragged Virginia inside, yanking the curtain closed behind them.
Bending his knees, he skimmed both hands beneath her skirt, slid two fingers
inside her with unerring accuracy, then buried his