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 gaze into his whiskey-colored eyes, breathing in the night's fresh air. I feel so free out here. The world melts away, and I’m no longer trying to find the murderer of a case that’s way over my head. He’s no longer a suspect.
No, right now… out here… it’s just us.
“See, doesn’t that feel better?” I ask in a low voice. “Nice and relaxing.”
His gaze drops to my mouth. “Yeah, I definitely needed this.”
“It’s good to let loose once in a while. All work and no play isn’t a fulfilling way to live.”
He studies me for a moment before he floats away to the opposite side of the hot tub and sits on the wrap-around seat. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“What do you do to let loose?”
“Hm, I don’t know.” I can’t think of the last time I did anything considered letting loose. I’ve been so focused on my career that I haven’t had much time for anything else.
“Come on, you have to do something when you’re not at work.”
I shake my head, realizing I’m a hypocrite. “No. I guess people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.”
He stares at me, studying me for answers I may have hidden underneath. “No skeletons in your closet?”
I laugh. “No.” The biggest skeleton in my closet right now is the fact I’m not who I’m pretending to be.
“Everyone has a few skeletons in their closets,” he muses. “It’s what makes us human. Everyone has those secrets they’d like to just wish away, pretend it never existed.” The way he stares at me makes me think he can read my every thought. That he knows my deepest darkest secrets. “Tell me one of your secrets.”
I run my hand through the water, watching it ripple. “I got turned on by watching other people.”
He moves across the hot tub, coming closer. “Does that embarrass you?”
“Sort of.” It feels like Swan’s feathers aren’t just a costume and that girl who got wet from seeing another couple having sex is part of the real me too.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You never know what excites you until you try it.”
I don’t know if the detective in me asks the next question, or the one who enjoys being under the stars with Devereaux. Either way I need the answer. “I know some of what goes on in the club, but what else?”
Chapter 25
Devereaux
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Her innocence slays me. All this is new to her, so I need to take it slowly.
“Well, a lot of different things happen in the rooms. Some rooms are for domination and submission scenarios.”
“Scenarios?”
“Right. They can act out a scene or they can improvise.”
“Like Fifty Shades of Grey?”
I shrug. “Sure. There are rooms like that. However, most people just enjoy the thrill of having sex while other people watch, or vice versa.”
“It was thrilling,” she whispers, and my body inches closer to her like a magnet moving toward metal.
“Would you want someone to watch you have sex?” My heart pounds in my chest because I want to be the one fucking her.
“I don’t know.”
My cock jerks to life, and I breathe through my nose to calm my overworked body. “Certain things I don’t see someone like you being into,” I tell her.
Her brows pull together. “What things? You never know. I could be into it.”
I appreciate her bravado. “Chains. Whips. Bondage.”
“Are you into those things?”
“I’ve experimented in the past, but it wasn’t for me.”
“What is for you?”
I suck in a breath, wanting to say just touching her would be all I need. “I like being in control.” She brushes her thigh against mine. “I like knowing what I’m doing is turning on the woman I’m with.” I trail my finger over her shoulder and across her collarbone.
She licks her luscious lips. “You must have so many women all the time.”
I shake my head slowly, bringing my lips to the crown of her shoulder, pressing a small kiss to her satiny skin. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
She scoffs. “Really? I find that hard to believe.”
“Why?”
“Well, because you’re you and you look like this.” She holds out her hand to highlight my body.
I chuckle softly under my breath. “What about you? When’s the last time you’ve been fucked?” I breathe out.
“Over a year.”
Just before pressing another kiss to her soft skin, I say, “That’s a damn shame.”
This woman has me trapped between heaven and hell. I know I shouldn’t be pressing kisses on her shoulder and enjoying this. But I am.
“So…”
I lean back, because obviously she wants to tell me something. “What?”
“Would you like that?”
“Like what?” I want to scream yes. Whatever she wants sexually, I’ll give her. Happily. She could tell me she wants to whip me bloody, and I’d be ok with it.
“Having someone watch you have sex?”
My dick throbs. “If it’s something you want, then yeah.”