Page 25 of By Invitation Only
My belly got tight at the image. I would be okay with a quick fuck against the wall since it seemed secluded up here. I stepped back on my heel to stop him from walking. “It’s okay.”
“What’s okay?”
“I want it now. I wantyounow.”
He smiled and cupped the side of my face with his hand. “While it’s tempting, I have other plans for us.”
I grinned. “You do?”
“I told you I was going to show you what I was into. At least partially.”
“Partially?”
“There’s one thing I can’t get out of my head, and since we have this opportunity, I’m taking full advantage of it.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
Booker kissed my lips softly and then returned to checking the doors. They weren’t all locked, but all were occupied. “Fuck,” he groaned and tried the last knob. It opened. Booker turned to me and smirked. “Last chance to change your mind. Once we cross the threshold, there’s no turning back.”
I swallowed. “I’m sure.”
The light was already on as he tugged me into the room, and I felt as though I’d walked into a magazine. The first thing I noticed was the panoramic skyline view. It was breathtaking as city lights twinkled in the distance in the dark of night. My gaze then came back to the room as we stepped farther in. A giant pop-culture painting of a woman hung above the fireplace. I didn’t recognize her, and that was probably for the best. Two white plush chairs sat in front of the fireplace, and a table with a bowl of condoms was placed between them.
“This room isn’t red,” I stated as I looked around.
Booker laughed. “No, gorgeous, it’s not. That’s only downstairs.”
“Have you been in this room before?”Why was I asking him this?
“Does it matter?” he asked, loosening his black bow tie.
“I guess not. It’s beautiful, though.” I needed to talk about the room and not his pastadventuresat Sensation. He was a member of the club, and there was no telling what he’d done in any of the rooms. My gaze dropped to the floor because I couldn’t bear to look at him as I thought about his past. Alternatively, I focused on my exploration of the room. I expected a bear skin rug to be in front of the fireplace. Instead, it looked like a brown and white cowhide rug.
“Come over here.”
I turned and saw Booker standing next to a king size bed. The linens were white and crisp. “Doesn’t look like anyone has used the bed tonight.”
“Why are you stalling?”
I shrugged. “I’m new to this.”
“Sex?”
“No.” I wasn’t new to sex. It had just been a while.
Booker took a few steps then tugged me to the bed. Nerves washed over me like an electric current. Was I about to have sex with Booker Jameson? Sober?
“You look fucking lush tonight. Beyond fit.”
What the hell was he talking about? Lush and fit didn’t go together in the American language. “Is that a compliment?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Yes, and your tits are lovely in this dress.”
I blushed. “Thank you.”
“Now, it’s time to lose your knickers because it’s time to fuck.”
My belly clenched at his words, and I was unable to respond. He walked around me and began to unzip the back of my dress. Once the zipper was down, the dress slid off my body and into a pool of black at my feet. Booker’s finger ran along my spine, and once again goosebumps rose from my skin. His touch was like electricity being plugged into a socket, and my body was that socket.
