Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I usher Hannah over to a long bar in what is known as the Social Room. It’s a place to meet and mingle. Perhaps have a cocktail or two if someone needs to loosen up. I don’t know if Hannah needs that or not, but I’m not in a rush.
“What would you like to drink?” I ask as we step up to an empty spot. There are no stools. That way, it encourages people to move around and meet others.
“White wine,” she says. “Any type. I’m not picky or savvy enough to tell good from bad.”
I would imagine a woman who has to work three menial jobs wouldn’t know much about the fine distinction amongst wines, but I never cared much for that stuff anyway. I’m a bourbon man myself.
I order drinks while Hannah casually takes in the scene around her. Leaning an arm on top of the bar, I cross one ankle over the other and study her without shame of getting caught ogling.
Her gaze comes to me, and she lifts her chin. “Like what you see?”
“From the moment I checked out your ass in that horrid maid’s uniform,” I admit.
The bartender returns with our drinks. After I pay him, I hand her a glass of wine and she takes a dainty sip. I ignore my bourbon for the time being.
“There are different rooms here that we can choose to play in,” I say. She startles slightly before her eyebrows rise in curiosity. Smiling, I lean closer. “There’s the Waterfall Room where everything gets very wet. Good for oral sex as long as you don’t drown yourself while you’re at it.”
Hannah laughs, and I like that she has a good sense of humor.
“The Deck is outdoor fucking on a clear acrylic surface that looks forty stories down,” I continue.
She shakes her head. “Afraid of heights.”
“Noted,” I acknowledge with an incline of my head. “The Silo is intense, and I wouldn’t start a newbie with it.”
“Why not?” she asks with wide eyes.
“Are St. Andrew’s crosses and industrial dildos your thing?” I ask playfully.
Her face flushes and she ducks her head slightly, taking a sip of her wine to forestall answering me. When she brings those lovely eyes back my way, she admits, “I don’t know. Never tried either.”
God, what I wouldn’t give to put her on one of Jerico’s fuck machines. He’s got a new one that hoists a woman into the air, so she can be placed in any number of amazing positions. Put a woman upside down in it and spread her legs, and a mechanical dildo will jackhammer her from above. I would kill to watch Hannah come that way.
But I only have her for one night, and I don’t want to send her running. “I think we’ll start with the Orgy Room.”
Her head pops up, eyes flaring wider.
“It’s sort of self-explanatory.” I grin.
She avoids saying anything by taking another sip of wine, this one resembling more of a gulp. I use the opportunity to slide a finger under the thin spaghetti strap at her shoulder.
Hannah freezes, her eyes pinned on mine.
“You have no idea the things I want to do to you in this club.” My words are truthful. Dropping my attention down to where I’m barely touching her skin, I slide my finger out, turn my hand, and graze my knuckles over her breast. I continue back and forth a few times until I feel a nipple harden through the silk. My cock responds, thickening against the confines of my pants. “I wonder if you’re wet for me, Hannah?”
“What?” she rasps.
“You said you weren’t attracted to me,” I murmur, reminding her about her brash words yesterday. “Were you lying to me?”
When she doesn’t respond, I glance back up to her face, finding her eyes burning with something undefinable.
My knuckles travel along the underside of her breast, down the side of her ribs, and over her hip. My gaze follows its path. I give a playful tug when I reach the hem of the red silk dress I picked out for her to wear today. Lifting my head to see her face, I meet her stare head-on.
“Spread your legs a little,” I whisper, taking a step into her space.
Her breath rushes out and she shakes her head, but it wasn’t done with enough strength to get me to back off.
“Open your legs.” I repeat it as a command.
She obeys me without question, and I move in closer.
“Good girl,” I praise, bending my neck until my forehead just touches hers. I lower my voice. “Let me see what you feel like.”
God, but I fucking love the way she moans as my hand inches under her dress. I haven’t even really touched her, yet I can tell she’s turned on. She shifts, spreading her legs perhaps a bit more for me.