Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
My whole body heats. I would like to take her out of here and be alone with her while she explores those fantasies, but I know it’s not possible. Instead of answering her, I point to the book. “Pick something.”
CHAPTER 11
ABBY
I stare down at the white pages with black lettering. The words are a blur because all I can think about is sitting this close to Davis with my hand in his. Does he realize he’s still holding mine and rubbing his thumb across my wrist? It’s nowhere near cold in here, but goosebumps travel up my arm, and I shiver.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod and focus on the book. “The Velvet Room.”
When I raise my eyes to his, I tell him again, “I’m going to go to the Velvet Room.”
I pull my hand from his and start to get up, and he does too. “You care if I go with you?”
I start to talk, and he has to lean down to hear me. “You don’t even know what the Velvet Room is… maybe it’s not your thing.”
He runs his hand up and down his flat belly. He always looks good, but tonight he’s wearing black jeans and a long-sleeved black button-up, making him look even more mysterious and manly. “You think I won’t like it?”
I shrug. “I’m not sure.”
He huffs out a breath. “I’d like to go with you.”
I turn to walk away and am pleased to find out that he’s waiting for me to ask him to come along. Once I’m a few steps away, I turn to look at him. “You coming?”
He walks toward me, and I ignore the unsteady gait of his walk. I know he doesn’t want my sympathy. I lead the way, following the signs. There’s someone standing outside the door, and she stops us. “Welcome to the Velvet Room. We ask for complete silence in there. You can watch the couple, but you cannot touch.” She laughs. “I mean, you can touch each other, but you can’t touch the performers.”
I feel Davis’ hand at my lower back, and when the woman opens the door, he guides me into the darkened room. I almost bump into someone, and Davis pulls me against him. He guides us through and stops when we’re standing next to the oversized bed in the center of the room. There’s a rope around the bed, letting people know how close they can get. I know that my eyes are about to bug out of my face as the couple is sitting on the bed, fully clothed, kissing.
Davis puts his hand on my chin and tilts my head up so I’m looking at him. “You okay?” he whispers to me.
I nod, and he releases his hold on my face. When he starts to move, I grab his hand.
He squeezes mine and positions himself behind me, pulling my back to his chest. I should release my hold on him, but there’s a comfort of having my hand engulfed by his.
I turn back to the couple in front of us, and all I can do is stare. When the man’s voice is loud in the room, I startle. “Take your clothes off. I want to see you.”
My nipples pucker at the command in the stranger's voice.
The woman is plus size, and I wait for hesitancy or insecurity, but I don’t see any. There’s no doubt that the man finds her attractive. He can’t take his eyes off her. I watch as the woman undresses, and she doesn’t stop until she’s completely naked. I look around the room, and even though it’s dark, every eye is focused on the couple. “Turn around. I want to see all of you,” the man says, and I turn back to watching the couple.
The woman turns her back to the man, and what surprises me is the smile on her face. She’s enjoying this. All the people in the crowded room have their eyes on her and the way she tilts her head, pulls her shoulders back and carries herself. She’s confident and sexy.
I didn’t realize I was doing it, but I’m leaning into Davis, and his arms come around me, his fingers latching together under my breasts. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “Is this okay?”
I turn my head slightly, and I’m so close, I could press my lips to his, but I don’t. “Yeah,” I mutter.
I burrow into him, and his hands tighten around me. His hardness is pressed to my back. I shift from one foot to the other, and that’s when I feel it. I freeze, and I feel Davis do the same behind me. Is that what I think it is?
I have to know. I shift again, arching my back, pressing my ass out, and sure enough, I can feel Davis’ hard length pressed against my lower back. Now that I feel it, I can’t unfeel it. Davis doesn’t pull me in any closer, but he doesn’t push me away either.