THE INVITATION (The Marriage Diaries, Volume 5) (11 page)

He cleared his throat, still trying to process . . .
her
. “I, uh, just wasn’t expecting company.”

“
Company
is an interesting choice of word,” she murmured, the seductive tone of her voice stroking down his spine like a lover’s caress. “Are you looking for
company
tonight?”

There was no mistaking her meaning, and despite the devil on his shoulder prodding him to say
yes
, he quickly shook his head, and swirled the last of the amber liquid in his glass “Uh, no, not really. I was just having a drink before I head up to my room for the night.”

She blinked those long lashes at him, and arched a delicate brow. “Alone?”

“Yes, alone,” he said, not sounding nearly as firm as he should have.

“Maybe I could convince you to change your mind about that.” She leaned closer, deliberately placed a hand on his thigh, and squeezed suggestively. “After all, providing
company
is my business.”

The corner of his mouth quirked upward. “So, you’re a prostitute?”

She laughed, unoffended. “I prefer the term call girl. It’s more discreet and respectable.” She continued stroking his leg, the tips of her fingers coming much too close to the erection growing in his slacks as a result of her touch. “And just to put it out there so you don’t have to ask, my rates are quite reasonable, depending on what you’re interested in.”

The sexual invitation in her voice beckoned to the most basic male part of him, and with effort he lifted his left hand to show her the gold band encircling his finger. “Sorry, but I’m married.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” She gave him a deliciously naughty smile. “As a working girl, I subscribe to the motto that what happens in this hotel, stays in this hotel.”

He laughed, and had to give her credit for being so persistent. He knew this distraction was only temporary before reality intruded, but he latched onto it and played along, curious to see where this encounter would lead. “What’s your name?”

“Candy,” she said, the name teeming with innuendo, as she slowly trailed her fingers down her chest toward her ample cleavage. “Because I’m as sweet as sugar . . . everywhere. These, especially, taste like hard cherry candies.”

Jesus
. His gaze lowered to the thin material covering her breasts and the puckered nipples she was referring to. His mouth watered in anticipation, and he swallowed hard and reined in the lust burning through his veins. “Okay,
Candy
,” he said, his voice much too gravelly as he signaled the bartender back down to his end of the counter, who arrived within a few short seconds. “Tell the man what you’d like to drink.”

She thought for a moment then said very cheekily, “Can you give me a Screaming Orgasm, please?”

The other man’s gaze took in her glossy red lips then shifted to the straining nipples that were damn hard to miss and grinned wolfishly. “It would be my pleasure to give you a screaming orgasm.” He set a shot glass on the counter and reached for a bottle of vodka.

“Thank you,” she replied in sexy, flirtatious tone as she slanted a sly look Dean’s way. “It’s been a while and I might need more than one.”

The guy chuckled, clearly enjoying the sexy banter between them as he added Bailey’s and Kahlua to the mix. “I’m all about pleasing the customer,” he teased with a wink as he set the drink on a napkin in front of her. “If you require multiple screaming orgasms, I’m your man.”

Feeling much too possessive over
Candy
, Dean found himself glaring at the other man, who backed off as soon as he saw his darkening expression.

“You scared the poor man off,” she said, amusement lacing her voice as her jeweled green eyes met his. “At least
someone
is willing to accommodate my needs tonight.”

He wisely kept quiet and finished off his Macallan, adding the last of the liquor to the confusion swirling inside of him, then pushed the empty glass aside.

“So, you’re in a hotel bar, so I’m assuming you’re from out of town?” she asked conversationally.

“Yes,” he replied automatically. “I’m here on business.”

She dipped a finger into her creamy drink and lazily stirred the contents with the digit. “Business men are my favorite kind of clients,” she said, back into character of call girl once again.

“Really?” he drawled, intrigued despite himself. “And why is that?”

“Because they’re usually the kinkiest,” she revealed as she locked her gaze on his and sucked her finger into her mouth, slowly licking off the creamy concoction in a way that was incredibly phallic. “And I’m willing to do all those dirty, depraved things that their wives won’t.”

Ah, fuck.
“What’s your specialty?” He was dying to know.

She gave him a secretive smile. “I’ve been told that I’m amazing at sucking cock, but I’m open to trying
anything
. The kinkier, the better.” She lifted the shot glass to her mouth and downed the screaming orgasm in one easy swallow, then swiped the remnants of cream from her bottom lip with a lick of her tongue. “Let’s go up to your room and I’ll show you how down and dirty things can get.”

He was so fucking turned on he could barely think straight. “I’ll take you to my room, but no kissing, touching, or actual fucking. That’s for my wife, only.”
Jesus, was he really negotiating with her?

“That’s a shame and doesn’t leave a whole lot left to do,” she said, clearly disappointed in his “no physical contact” decree. She tipped her head, the ends of her platinum blonde bob sliding along her jaw as she studied him for a moment, sizing him up. “You look like the kind of man who likes to be in charge and give orders. How about you just tell me what to do and sit back and watch the show?”

The temptation was just too great for him to resist and promised to take his mind off of all the issues he’d left unresolved with Jillian in San Diego. He was thousands of miles away from home, and if
Candy
wanted to be his entertainment for the night, he was more than willing to oblige.

“Let’s go,” he said, and abruptly stood before he changed his mind and put an end to this game she was playing.

He tossed two twenties onto the counter to cover the tab, then headed out of the hotel bar with her following behind so he didn’t violate his own
no touching
rule. Inside the elevator, he swiped his keycard and pressed the button for the penthouse floor.

She leaned against the opposite wall of where he was standing, and it didn’t matter where he looked because the mirrors lining the cubicle reflected her
everywhere
, imprinting her on his brain whether he wanted her to be there or not, and reminding him just how erotic mirrors could be during foreplay and sex.

He met her seductive gaze from across the elevator, his body instinctively responding to the way her eyes brazenly ate him up. And
Jesus Christ
, the way she stared at the thick length of his shaft straining the fabric of his slacks and hungrily licked her lips nearly destroyed his resolve to keep this a hands-off encounter. It was all he could do to restrain himself from closing the distance between them and kissing her, touching her, and fucking her every way imaginable.

A soft ping announced their arrival, and the elevator doors quietly opened, saving him from doing anything stupid. She walked out ahead of him directly into the penthouse suite, providing him with another form of torture of watching the confident sway of her hips and taking in her perfectly rounded ass beneath the tight black leather mini-skirt.

“Nice place,” she commented as she looked around the spacious living area with an adjoining kitchen and dining room with a table that easily seated ten. She moved toward the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked New York City lit up at night. “The view from up here is amazing.”

Bringing her up to his place wasn’t about pleasantries and the kind of polite conversation he’d been forced to endure the past week with his wife. No, he had something far more dirty and daring in mind for Candy.

“The bedroom is in here,” he said, and walked into the huge master suite. A few seconds later she strolled inside, and before she could say a word, he took complete control of the situation. “Leave your clothes and heels on and lay down in the middle of the bed,” he ordered.

Her green eyes widened slightly at the brusque command. Then she shrugged, placed her small purse on the night stand, and climbed up onto the huge king-sized mattress to do as he instructed. “Whatever you want. You’re the paying customer.”

“Yes, I am,” he said gruffly, liking the power that gave him. “Pull your skirt up to your waist.”

Her fingers grabbed the hem of the skirt and she shimmied the tight leather up over her hips, a naughty girl smirk curving her red lips as she displayed her smooth, bare mound and revealed the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Fuck
. His stomach muscles clenched with a primal need to claim, and he had to forcibly tamp down the urge. Oh, he was
so
going to make her pay for that indiscretion, walking around New York City without any panties on.

Her knees were pressed much too primly together, and he walked to the foot of the bed and stared up at her, his blood already running like molten lava through his veins. “Spread your legs wide so I can see everything.”

Unabashedly, she parted her thighs and planted her stilettos three feet apart on the mattress, exposing every inch of her glistening, gorgeous sex. “Touch yourself.” His voice vibrated with the low, rough command.

Her hand moved down between her legs, her fingers sliding leisurely through the damp folds and dipping into her core. Slick moisture gathered on the tips of her fingers, and she brought them up to her clitoris, stroking that hard knot of flesh with slow precise strokes that made her back arch off the bed. Her lashes fluttered closed, her hips began undulating, and her red lips parted with a soft, pleasurable gasp that make his dick pound and ache.

He was burning up with lust, his skin so hot the waves of heat suffused his entire body. Yanking his shirt off, he tossed it aside, but left his pants on, even though his cock was demanding to be let free. He continued to watch Candy get herself off, and knew by the rapid rise and fall of her chest that she was close to coming.

Not ready to allow her that relief just yet, he grabbed both of her ankles and flipped her onto her stomach, then dragged her all the way down to where he was standing at the foot of the bed. A startled sound escaped her, but she didn’t protest when he took hold of her hips and pulled her ass up into the air so that she was on her knees, her legs still spread, with her upper body pressed against the mattress.

With her skirt rucked up around her hips, the position was lewd and raunchy and exactly what he wanted. “Keep touching yourself,” he growled, enjoying the control he had over her, and the situation.

Her hand returned to do his bidding, giving him a close up view of her drenched pussy and burgeoning clit. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the heady, aroused scent of her and watched those slender, well-manicured fingers slip, slide and stoke, until being an idle spectator was no longer enough. Figuring he’d already crossed a few lines tonight, he reached out and dragged a finger along her wet slit and spread that sweet cream along the crevice of her bottom.

She gasped in shock and her head whipped around to stare at him over her shoulder. Amusement shimmered in her dark, sultry gaze, and her lips eased up in a too provocative smile. “I thought you said no touching.”

He smirked right back at her. “I fucking changed my mind.” To prove his point, he pushed two long fingers into her weeping channel and smacked her ass with his free hand.

Another sharp gasp filled the air between them, followed by a low moan of pleasure when he caressed the warm splotch of color appearing on her smooth, pale bottom. “Rough play is going to cost you extra.”

“Then add it to my tab, because I plan to get my money’s worth,” he replied as he thrust his fingers deep inside her once more and spanked her other cheek. “I want to hear you scream your orgasm, Candy.”

She laid her head back down on the bed and closed her eyes, her fingers circling her clit, while her hips rocked back and forth on the long, thick fingers pumping in and out of her body, penetrating a bit deeper each time. He added another stinging slap to her tender backside and she started to pant. Two more swats to her rosy-hued flesh and her free hand clutched at the covers for leverage as her sex clamped and contracted around his fingers as her climaxed peaked.

And then she
screamed
, long and loud, until her voice turned hoarse and her body went lax, and
Jesus Christ
, he nearly came in his pants just because watching her was so fucking sexy and erotic.

With a soft, sated sigh, she rolled to her back in the middle of the bed, her slender legs still splayed so he could see her pink, swollen and oh-so-inviting pussy. Her half-lidded gaze lowered to the monstrous erection still confined in his slacks, and she reached up and untied the halter straps from behind her neck, then lowered the two panels of fabric to her waist, exposing her full breasts and the enticing, hardened beads of her nipples to his avid gaze.

Biting her lower lip, she took her breasts in her hands and squeezed them together, clearly tempting him by her brazen, seductive display. “Don’t you want me?” she asked huskily.

He took in the chin-length blonde hair, the unfamiliar green eyes, and red stained lips that was all
wrong
, despite the fact that his body felt otherwise. “I want my wife,” he said, unable to ignore the truth of that statement.

The look in her eyes softened at his words, but she didn’t stop her attempts to sway him. “Well, she’s not here and surely there’s something you’ve fantasized about doing to her, but you thought maybe she’d be too shocked to agree?”

“Lately, she’s been pretty adventurous and daring,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a grin as he watched her play with her breasts. “But yeah, there is one thing I’ve thought about . . .”