Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
I swallow. “Is that what you’re into? Watching others watch others?” I nearly laugh at how absurd it sounds.
He moves back a bit, rubbing his thumb along his stubbled jaw. “No. I don’t partake in any of the club’s activities.” He says the words like he’s stating a fact, but liars can be quite convincing.
“That’s not true,” I tell him, challenging his words.
“Why do you think that?” His voice is smooth like honey, drizzling over a hot biscuit.
I lean against the window, no longer interested in the filthy deeds going on in the room, and cross my arms. “You want me to believe a man who owns a sex club doesn’t get down and dirty nightly?”
“Yes.” His eyes implore me to believe him, but I just can’t.
“I don’t believe you,” I volley back.
He slams a palm over his heart. “You wound me.” I smile at his dramatics. “I’ll admit, when I first opened the club, I definitely took advantage of the many perks.”
I arch a brow. “Ah, is that what they’re called? Perks?”
He laughs. “I had fun, but after a while, that fun became a chore.”
I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with Devereaux Huxley for so many reasons. One, he could be a killer. Two, he’s my boss. And three, I’ve never spoken this intimate with a man.
“So, what are you into, then?” Any other time, asking a man like Devereaux that question would embarrass me. But this is all for the assignment. I need info. Even if that info leads to me thinking dirty thoughts about him. I’ll just have to dissect later why I’m being so turned on by everything he does.
He stares at me for a beat longer than necessary and says, “I’m into anything.”
My stomach drops. Anything? “What does that mean?”
He braces a hand on the wall above my head, his lips mere inches from mine. “It means I’m into watching the woman I’m with get off. And whatever she needs to get there, I’ll gladly supply it. If she needs me to burn the world down for her to get off, then I fucking will.” The surrounding air sizzles with an undercurrent of tension because we are both crossing a line here. “I enjoy watching her get turned on.”
My cheeks heat. “Oh,” is all I can say.
“So, Swan, what are you into?”
I’m so far out of my element. I tell myself I’m playing a character, that I’m not really affected by his raspy voice or the magnetic pull of his lean body this close to mine.
What would it be like to be with this man? I don’t let my mind drift to that thought, and I think about his question instead.
“I don’t really know what I’m into,” I answer truthfully, because I seriously don’t.
“That’s a damn shame.”
“Is it?” I feel like I’m under some sort of spell. A spell I can’t seem to break.
“It is. You should try new things to see what you’re into.” He tilts his head, and I can feel his hot breath against my cheek, his hard body pressed against mine. “You don’t experiment with your boyfriend?”
At the mention of my boyfriend, the fog of desire clears enough for me to see that I am in danger of royally screwing up this assignment. No pun intended. “Um, no. We just have sex the normal way,” I say as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“The normal way?”
“Yeah, like two normal adults.” I force my feet to move away from his sensual allure.
He backs up so his eyes can bore into mine. “You’ll have to show me what that’s like.”
So many thoughts flood my mind. Does he want a video of my imaginary boyfriend and me having sex? Or is he asking me to physically show him how to have normal sex?
I bet any type of sex with this man would be epic.
Besides, what exactly is abnormal sex? I should ask him to show me what that’s all about.
Yet, when I think about asking him anything, my tongue stops working and instead I just blink up at him like an idiot who can’t speak.
He runs his thumb across my cheek, his eyes tracking the action. “He’s a lucky man.”
I hold my breath the entire time his skin is in contact with mine.
He pushes off the wall and leaves me standing next to the viewing room. Out of breath, and completely turned on. A bit confused as well.
The lust-filled fog that had settled over my brain when I was alone with Devereaux has finally cleared.
The night has picked up, and when I head back into the server area after dropping off a check to a table, Devereaux is there.
Luna walks into the small area. “Did you hear?” she asks me, ignoring him.
I shake my head. “No, what?”
“Benedict Cole is coming in tonight. What I wouldn’t give for five minutes alone with him. I’d show him heaven if he’d let me.” She brings her fingers to her lips in a chef’s kiss, and Devereaux rolls his eyes.