Page 18 of Seven Night Stopover

“Yes.”

“Soon, baby. I promise. Despite our time constraints, we need a little get-to-know-each-other time.” With one last thrust against her, he pulled away. They both groaned.

He meshed his fingers through hers and started back down the corridor.

“Where are we going?”

“To find a drink. One which we will both consume this time. Before we do, I need to tell you the most important thing I require from you, Leia Michaels.”

Leia’s pulse surged. “What is it?”

His face changed. Took on a rigid, unyielding mask. “I need control. Total and unequivocal. I dictate your pleasure andreward your trust. You have until we finish our drink to tell me if you agree. Until then, you’re going to tell me a little bit about yourself. I’ll even let you tell me some of the things you like to do in bed. Not everything. I want to find out some things on my own.”

She stopped herself from letting panic take over. The sex part and what she liked to do in bed could be covered in ten seconds flat. It was the other things, the other questions about her life, that terrified her.

Besides Warren and Dr. Hatfield, only a handful of people knew the truth. One was dead, having taken her secret with her. The other therapists and medical officials she could trust.

Then there was Warren himself.

How did she explain her relationship with Warren to a complete stranger when lately she’d been grappling with defining it for herself?

She mentally slapped herself. Who said she had to lay bare every single inch over one or two drinks?

Feeling hopelessly rusty and unable to completely stem the panic, Leia swallowed. “There’s not really a lot about me you’d find interesting.”

He laughed in that deep, raspy voice that sent delicious shivers over her skin. “You don’t think so? For starters, I want to know about this.” His fingers drifted past her temple, over the shaved swathe above her ear. Although a thin layer had grown back, the area was sensitive enough to make her feel as if he were touching her bare skin. He caught her tiny tremble and devoured the reaction. “Then I want to know about this.” One thumb caressed her lower lip until she opened, then he plunged his finger inside to graze over her tongue piercing.

Her breath caught. Of its own accord, her tongue curled around his digit. His eyes darkened, and he removed his finger from her mouth.

“Not yet,” he murmured. “Come on.”

He resumed walking. Her gaze dropped to his firm and masculine ass. She couldn’t help it. Her fingers tingled as she imagined clenching it as he pounded into her. She swallowed a groan.

They reached two lounges that opened on either side of the hallway.

One door was painted black and marked with silver studs that spelled outDECADENCE. Four members of staff were carrying a large covered object onto a platform set in the middle of four large divan beds.

“What are they doing?”

Noah pulled her into his side and whispered in her ear. “They’re setting up for Fantasy Night.”

His mouth caressed her ear, and his hand slid around her waist in a firm hold. One thing she’d noticed about Noah King was that he didn’t go for light and whispery. His every move was bold and authoritative in a way that made no bones about what he wanted. What he intended to take.

“You can just watch. Or you can join and indulge in your fantasies.” He pointed to the screens currently rolled up on the ceiling. “Or you can have your own party within the party. There are several ways to enjoy the high of your choice. The fantastic thing about the Indigo Lounge is you can find ways to tailor it to your purpose.”

“So you’ve been on one of these trips before?”

She was surprised when he shook his head. “No, this is my first time.”

“Then how do you know what goes on here?”

“I have persistent friends who make it their duty to tell me about each trip they take. Plus, I met the owner, Zach Savage, when he was trying to get the venture off the ground. He gaveme the lowdown on his vision for this business. I thought it was a unique and fantastic idea.”

She watched the staff carefully place the large object on the floor. One whipped away the shrouding. Leia gasped at the exquisite, intricately designed golden cage. It was oval-shaped and big enough to hold six people.

“Sex in a cage while flying high above the clouds. I guess not a lot of people have that on their bucket list, huh?”

His fingers gripped her waist tighter. When she looked at him, his mouth curved in an enigmatic smile. “You’d be surprised just what pops up on bucket lists.”

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