Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I want to give myself willingly to Lincoln.
And I know if I don’t do it now, in this club, where I have anonymity on my side, it’s never going to happen.
“Do you want—?”
“Would you—?”
We both speak at the same time and then laugh at the awkwardness.
“You go first,” he murmurs, his lips so close to mine I can smell the smoky scent of the whiskey he was drinking earlier.
“I was going to ask if...” I swallow nervously. I can do this. The worst thing he can say is no.
“If...” he prompts.
“I was wondering if you’d like to join me in a backroom.”
His eyes light up. “How do you know about the backrooms?”
Oh, shit. Fuck. Why is he asking me this? Wouldn’t every member know about the amenities offered at the club they’re a part of?
“I heard someone mention it,” I lie, praying he doesn’t hear the shakiness in my voice.
He nods slowly. “Must’ve been a VIP. The backrooms aren’t available to everyone yet,” he explains. “You know what they’re for, right?”
“Yes,” I breathe, lifting my leg slightly and rubbing my knee against his groin to let him know how serious I am about this. Even though we’re wearing masks, and he obviously doesn’t recognize me, being in a dark room will help to ensure that he never does.
Lincoln groans softly, and his eyes burn bright with want. “You sure you’re ready for that?”
No. “Yes.” I reach out and tug slightly on the top of his dress shirt. “I want you.”
“There’s something you need to know first. I’m not looking for anything more than one night. What we do in that room is all I can offer you, so if you’re looking for more, I’m not the man for you.”
I already know this about him. I’ve heard his conversations with his brother and my sister countless times about not wanting to settle down. He’s told them if he meets the right woman, he’s not opposed to it, but he’s not willing to simply settle. So, instead of wasting the woman’s time, he makes it clear that he’s not looking for anything more than sex. That way she won’t be hurt when he walks away—and he always walks away.
“Good,” I tell him. “Because that’s all I want with you.”
He stares at me for several beats, his eyes searching for something...what? I don’t know. But when it seems he’s found whatever it is he’s looking for, he nods once and then takes my hand in his, pulling me down the hall.
And as I follow behind, with my heart beating fiercely in my chest, I say a prayer to whatever sex god is up there that I can get through this. Because if I can’t...Fuck, I don’t even want to think about how that will go down.
CHAPTER SIX
ELLIE
The room is dark. As I expected it to be. To get into the backroom, we had to walk to the end of the hall and go through a pair of large, black, wooden doors that took us into a darkened area where the music disappeared and was replaced with a low, seductive tune meant solely to fill the silence. We passed several doors and then stopped at door number one. If I wasn’t so nervous, I would’ve made a joke about selecting the prize behind this first door.
Lincoln pulled a keycard out of his pocket and pressed it to the access box. The light turned green, and he opened the door. For a moment, I could see inside the room because of the bit of light coming from the hall, but all I could make out was a bed before we stepped inside, where the room was shrouded in darkness.
My eyes are still adjusting, so I can’t see Lincoln, but with his fingers still threaded in mine, I can feel him. He squeezes my hand and then I’m tugged toward him, my body not stopping until it’s pressed up against his own.
“Can I take your mask off?” he asks, running his finger along my jawline.
“No,” I say, wishing I could tell him otherwise. “I want this to be completely anonymous.”
“All right,” he concedes. “What are your hard limits?”
For a second, I’m dumbstruck, wondering why he’s asking me that. But then I remember where we are—at a sex club—and since this wasn’t planned, and we don’t know each other, we don’t know what each other is willing and not willing to do.
Shit. I clearly didn’t think this through. He owns a damn sex club—of course, he’s into kinky shit...and he’s going to expect it. Only there’s no way I can give him what he wants. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to go through with sex, let alone allow him to do other things to me.
When I don’t respond, he backs up slightly. “If you don’t want this...”