Page 7 of Temptation
“Invite only. I run the place, and I can have it emptied in fifteen minutes.”
I can’t believe I’m actually considering accepting shelter from a man who runs a sex club. What kind of depraved things does he get up to? A delicious shiver goes through me at the thought, and I shake it away.
“I can get you a meal and a hot bath. You can stay in the spare room upstairs.”
My eyebrows shoot up my head thinking about the kind of rooms in this place. The man chuckles at my expression.
“Relax. Upstairs are my living quarters. The fun happens on this level.”
He gives me a wicked look that makes my insides coil. I press my thighs together, trying to ease the pressure. But that only makes my soaking jeans stick to me more, pressing cold dampness into my heat. A chill snakes up my body, and suddenly I’m shivering from the cold.
The smirk drops off the man’s face, and it’s full of concern. He pulls out a phone and speaks into it.
“Clear the club and have the Sycamore suite made up.” He slides the phone into his pocket. “Follow me.”
He turns and swaggers down the hallway. I glance to the front door and back again to the man disappearing down the corridor.
Every instinct in my body is telling me to get out of here. But I’m cold and I’m hungry and I’mintrigued.
I take a deep breath and follow him down the corridor.
5
LORENZO
The screen flickers once as I swivel the camera around, bringing the bathtub into view. Greta lies back in the tub, the bubbles covering her chest and the tips of her long thick legs sticking out. She’s tall and voluptuous, a curvy giantess who can’t quite fit all her limbs in the tub.
Her head rests on the bath pillow, her full lips slightly parted.
She’s so still I wonder if she’s gone to sleep. That wouldn’t be good after the night she’s had. I haven’t asked her why she was wandering in the woods, wet and tired and scratched by brambles at three a.m. She can tell me her story in the morning. The poor girl needs food and rest, and that’s what I’ll give her.
But I’ll enjoy her a little first.
Do I feel bad for spying on my most recent house guest? Not a chance.
This beautiful creature wandered out of the forest and straight into my house. That makes her mine.
There’s movement under the water, and her eyes flick open. Not asleep yet.
She picks up the soap and runs it up her silky leg. Her hand disappears under the water as she gets past her knee.
My dick twitches and I let out a groan, imagining where that soap is heading. I wonder if she’s touching herself under the water. She was definitely intrigued by what she saw tonight, maybe even tempted.
A girl that innocent is probably a virgin. The thought makes my dick turn to steel. How did an innocent girl like this one come to be in my woods? My grandmother would call that fate. She was a big believer in the fates, especially when it came to love.
But it’s lust that I feel as Greta leans forward and one of her breasts floats to the surface of the water, the round pink nipple and enticingly hard.
There’s a soft knock at my office door, and I flick the screen off. No one sees Greta apart from me. “Come in.”
Mattia opens the door and steps into my office. He glances at the blank screens but doesn’t say a word.
The club is empty,” he informs me.
“Good.”
My fingers drum the top of my work desk. I’m thinking about Greta’s silky thighs, her innocence, and what brought her here to me.
“I’m closing the club down.”
