Page 29 of By Invitation Only

I chuckled slightly. “I just don’t know the rules. Do we need to leave right when the party ends at three?”

“No. They allow thirty minutes to finish what orwhoyou’re doing before security makes you leave.”

“But how will we know we only have thirty minutes left since we’re up here?”

“There’ll be a knock on the door. Like a warning.”

“Oh…” I trailed off.

“And I’m not done with you yet.” He rolled on top of me.

I smiled up at him. “Is that so?”

“You don’t think I’d leave here tonight without tasting your pussy, did you?”

My belly dipped at the thought of his face between my legs.

Booker smirked again then eased down my body, trailing his tongue along my skin as he went. He started at each breast, making each nipple hard. My hands were free to touch him as he went, so I gripped his hair, holding on like it was a ride that was about to throw me off course.

When he got to the place he wanted to be, Booker spread my lips, winked up at me, and then his mouth disappeared. A hiss escaped my lips as he took his first taste, and my hands fisted tighter into his blond hair. I withered beneath him, pushing his head into me as I wanted more. So much more.

He didn’t stop.

His mouth licked—sucked—devouredme. Devoured me to the point of no return. To the point where I didn’t want it to end.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. Fuck, I was close. I’d never gotten off with just a man’s mouth on me before. They’d usually have to add a finger or two, but the way Booker was consuming me was sending me into the depths of what I wanted—needed.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “Right there. Oh God…”

Yeah, I was close. So close. So close that at any moment my body was going to spiral out of control and I was going to shatter—break into tiny pieces on the bed. How? I didn’t know, but I was positive my body was going to come apart.

A pulse started to beat in my pussy, and before I knew it, the beat turned into an explosion. My back curved up, my legs closed tight around Booker’s head, and I came. I came so hard that I saw stars. How was it that this man knew exactly how to make me a puddle of water in seconds flat?

Booker slid up my body, and again used his tongue as he went. I was trying to get my pulse to return to normal, but it was no use because then he kissed me. This one was laced with the taste of myself, and I welcomed it. I knew that I was starting to get used to the feel of his lips against mine. Used to the way his tongue went to war in my mouth. He thought we were both trying to fight for the upper hand when in reality he had it.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to face him after tonight. How did you make eye contact with a man who knew every inch of your body? Did you pretend it never happened? Did you wish it could again? Did you fantasize about it nightly? I was confident I would do all three.

Booker sheathed himself with another condom. We didn’t speak. Instead, he lowered himself on me and entered me slowly. Our eyes remained locked, and I could feel my heart breaking inside with each thrust of his hips. I didn’t want this to be the last time we were together. I wanted more. But I couldn’t have more. Tonight would be the last time…

Unless I became a member.

He kissed my lips again.

Gentle.

Unhurried.

Slow.

So slow that I could barely breathe. It was as though we both knew that the night was about to end and we were savoring it. But my body had other plans. Before I knew it, I felt the wave of ecstasy in my core and my eyes closed on their own. There was no warning. No build up. Just me coming apart with his cock inside me, repeatedly hitting just the right spot.

“I love watching your face when you come.”

I opened my eyes to see Booker still watching me as he continued to pump his hips. “Knowing I’m the one who put that look on your face, gorgeous, is enough to bring me to my knees.”

Again, I was tongue-tied. No man had ever spoken to me the way Booker did. Before I let myself get too close to the ones who didn’t care about my job, I’d broken the relationships off. I didn’t let myself win. Either they didn’t want me, I didn’t want them, or I didn’t give them a chance because I dealt with divorces on a daily basis. I guarded my heart.Thatwas how my career played into my dating life. I wouldn’t take a man for all his money. I’d never let one close enough to experience the possibility. Now, with just one night, Booker was chiseling away at the steel bars that kept my heart safebecause I trusted him. Was it because we now shared a secret or was it because I was actually starting to realize I felt things for him?

He stopped moving, sat back on his heels and pulled me to sit up with him. We were still connected, and my arms wrapped around his neck, his around my waist, and we held on as he started to pump into me again. We were going slow again, in no rush for the night to end, but before long his hips started to thrust harder and I knew he was close. I was close again too. His mouth met my lips, and this time he stifled my cries of pleasure in our kiss as we both came together.