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“Thank you.”
I didn’t miss the way the man looked at me curiously. Nor the inquisitive gazes of a few of the other people we passed on the way to room number four. Must have been the red bridesmaid dress.
Once Max opened the door of number four, I was able to see how opulent the room was, from the dark wooden floors to the beautiful four-poster bed in the center. I noted the large velvet curtains covering what appeared to be viewing windows. I swallowed hard. “How will it work?”
“I’ll open the curtains to one or more of the viewing rooms once we’re ready. Could be a couple, could be a crowd, but you won’t know. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
“I haven’t.” He was giving me exactly what I’d asked for, and I was shaking in anticipation.
But when I studied Max, I realized he was nervous. I reached out to lay a hand along his cheek. “Did you change your mind?”
His lips tipped up in his trademark boyish grin. “No, but I’ve never done anything in these rooms when it wasn’t a choreographed event. It’s like two worlds have collided.”
I thought I understood. Especially since he’d spoken of being burned out on performance. “How about we start with you kissing me and go from there?”
He took my lips. Damn. The man could kiss. Like the beat of a song, he varied his rhythm and tempo, tasting a little with his tongue, then going deeper, then sweeter. My head was already spinning and the clothes hadn’t even come off. My hands remembered they could be part of the action and skimmed up each of his biceps where I could feel the solid muscles beneath his dress shirt. As I explored up to his shoulders and down to his chest, I became anxious to feel the heat of his skin on mine. Diving under the material, I enjoyed the way his muscles jumped at the contact of my palm against his hard chest.
As if reading my mind, he stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt to take it off and throw it on the floor. Although I’d seen him naked before, something about being in this room heightened my senses. Max was exquisite. A specimen of the finest quality. I didn’t know what to do first. Stare, lick, taste, touch him with my hands? “You’re—I mean you’re—just wow.”
His grin wasn’t cocky; in fact, it was rather shy from my unfiltered compliment.
Running my fingertips down his chest, I enjoyed the way he swallowed hard at the contact. We both seemed to be on the same page about not rushing this. About taking the time to explore one another. We’d been together before, but this time was different.
Deciding to raise my exploration to another level, I leaned forward to trail my fingers with my mouth. The sound of his sharp inhalation of breath was like a drug to me. It was intoxicating to know I could have an effect on this man. Once I tracked to his nipple, I gently pulled it between my teeth. I loved how his hand tangled in my hair. He pulled, forcing me to tip my face up for him.
He crashed his lips to mine, no longer patient and exploring, but instead demanding. I loved it. This. This was what I’d been missing in former lovers. The ability for them to be thoughtful and playful while also capable of taking charge and dominating. For me to feel free in being myself and admitting I loved both sides equally.
His hands attacked my dress, but it was soon apparent my dress wasn’t giving up easily. “How the hell do I get you out of this thing?”
My giggle caused him to grin. “There’s a hook at the top, then the zipper.”
“Stupid, cockblocking hook.”
“Wait until you get to the Spanx.” I had the answer to why the undressing was never part of my fantasy. After a couple attempts on his part to get off my clothes, I took over. While I stripped down, he did the same. Once we were both naked, he wasted no time in lifting me up and setting me on the bed.
This bed was different than any other I’d encountered. It was covered with a red silk sheet, adorned with different-sized pillows, and boasted adjustable ties on each of the four posts. No need for a frilly comforter or blankets here.
Beside the bed was a nightstand, not unlike the type in my bedroom. Max opened the drawer and pulled out a satin blindfold. “Are you ready?”
I nodded, and as soon as he placed the blindfold over my eyes, the world went dark. He scooted me onto the mattress, gently grabbing my right wrist to place it in a restraint. Next was my left wrist. The cuffs were tight but padded and soft against my skin.
Being robbed of sight and restrained to the bed magnified my other senses. He hadn’t touched me yet, but the sound of him walking around the room had me on edge with anticipation. When his soft footsteps came closer, I found myself tensing, but I turned toward him when I felt the weight of him getting on the bed.
“You’re beautiful, Oakley, so fucking stunning. I could worship you for days.”
I’d never felt more beautiful. I felt confident, and best of all, unashamed about sharing my ultimate fantasy with this man. I didn’t have to wait any longer for it to come true.
“There’s not a man watching right now who doesn’t wish it was him in here about to taste you. Women too, for that matter.”
My arousal dialed up a hundred notches. Now aware we were being watched, my body started to tremble.
“Fuck, you’re wet thinking about the people staring at you, aren’t you?”
I whimpered and felt his stubble on the inside of my thighs. It was like my dream, only this time instead of imagining it, I was living it. He peeled me open, licking through my slit before sucking my clit between his lips.
Never had I experienced a man more considerate of my enjoyment than his own. It was clear Max was in no hurry to seek his own pleasure from the way he inhaled my scent to the way he didn’t leave one inch untouched as he savored my taste.
My breath staggered, and my hips threatened to lift off the bed. His hands gripped my thighs to hold me still while his mouth didn’t relent in the delicious torture.
