Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“If you’re not back by sunrise, I’ll send a rescue party.” I framed it as a joke, but the thought of Charlotte spending the night with anyone else felt wrong. Thinking about not holding her as she slept made my arms ache.
Maybe it would be better if she spent the night with someone else.
“Go on,” I said, against every instinct raging at me in the moment. “Have a good time.”
I watched her practically skip off into the castle and considered getting on the cart and going home. But we’d made a deal. I was going to get laid tonight, and, damn it, I would enjoy myself.
By the time I got into the lobby, Charlotte was nowhere to be seen. I wasn’t in the mood for domination or impact play. At least, not without her. So, I headed to the other lounge.
The swingers room was an all-out fuckfest. There was no other way to describe it. Though it was early in the evening, there were already threesomes, foursomes, tangles of limbs and moaning, writhing bodies covering most of the furniture. By the time the sun came up and the party ended, the room would smell like sweat and sex. Despite my half-hearted investment in the night, my cock rose in my trousers.
I scanned the room, looking for anyone who didn’t seem to have a partner. Or, partners, plural. I wasn’t in the mood for a group situation.
That’s when I spotted exactly what I wanted. Leaning against the wall, naked, his broad shoulders and ripped torso enough to make me feel like I’d been slacking on my core workout. He had the body of a professional wrestler, the haircut of a Marine, the pretty face of an A-list actor, and a shocking lack of people draped all over him.
He noticed me as I made my way toward him, feeling overdressed and weirdly old as I leaned on my cane for support to maneuver past a couple on the floor. His gaze traveled over me, his placid expression never changing. There was something cold in his eyes that appealed to me. I hoped he was into men, because I was about to proposition him.
“Taking a break?” I asked by way of greeting, once I was close enough to be heard over the driving dance music.
“Getting warmed up.” He took his half-hard dick in his hand and stroked it, tilting his head as he regarded me. “Top or bottom?”
I gave him a slanted smile. “Versatile.”
“Something to be said for flexibility,” he replied in his flat, almost bored affect.
Damn, that arrogance was sexy. It was like a challenge.
“Something to be said for privacy,” I countered.
He raised his dark eyebrows.
I grinned. “Come with me.”
I hated my slow pace as we left the room, but the nameless stranger didn’t seem to mind. He walked beside me up the stairs, to the long hall of private rooms. There was one at the end of the hallway, flanked by metal bracketed torches with blown glass electric flames. Unlike the other rooms, this one didn’t have a number.
“I think that’s for staff,” the guy said as I passed the final open room on the hall.
I took my keys out of my pocket and dangled them. “I know the owner.”
I don’t know if I expected him to act impressed, but he wasn’t. “You are the owner, aren’t you?”
That took me aback. Usually, if people knew I owned the resort, they were clamoring to fuck me. Which could be a little off-putting. It wasn’t as much fun to have sex with someone who was doing it for prestige the act certainly did not carry.
“I am,” I confirmed. “Is that a problem?”
He shook his head and looked me up and down. “I don’t see much in the way of a problem here.”
My hand tightened on my cane. I slipped the key into the lock and pushed the door open. “Then come on in.”
My private room in the castle wasn’t necessarily larger or more opulent than any of the others. It was just free all the time, so I didn’t have to wait. Sure, I had my house, but I rarely took resort guests back with me. My castle room was outfitted with a wide, padded bench about the size of a double bed, a tall, wing-backed chair, and an armoire stocked with toys, restraints, and safe sex supplies to accommodate any comfort level. All the furniture, and even some spots on the walls, had attachment points for ropes or shackles.
As the stranger walked in and I closed the door behind us, I noted the way his near-flawless, tanned skin stretched tight over the muscles of his back, like his strength was so great it could barely be contained. I was no slouch in the gym, even after the bear accident, but I’d never looked anything like this guy.