Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
When we reach the building, I pull a silk blindfold out of my pocket. Funny that I thought to bring it along. Maybe somewhere in my subconscious, I knew we’d end up here tonight. “I’m sorry, but since you’re not a member…”
“Right. I understand. Alfred told me last time.”
“That wasn’t Alfred. It was me. Remember?”
“Right. You whispered. You tried to hide who you were.”
Yes. I did. And I didn’t do a very good job of it. Was that on purpose?
“You look like yourself tonight, Jack,” Mandy says. “No slicked-back hair, no fake contact lenses.”
“I was trying to hide from you, Mandy Cake. Not from the people in the club. They all know me. And they’ve all signed—”
“Nondisclosure agreements, yes, I know. And quit calling me Mandy Cake.”
“Of course.”
Mandy Cake comes out automatically. To be truthful? She doesn’t seem like Mandy Cake tonight. She hasn’t in a while. I’m not even sure she seems like Mandy.
Amanda.
She’s Amanda now. Amanda, wearing a fucking corset that makes her look more delicious than a freaking hot-fudge sundae.
I slip the blindfold over her, lead her to the staircase and then to a special elevator.
Once we’re at the door, I remove her blindfold.
Then we enter.
“Claude,” I say, “you remember Amanda.”
“Yes. Your nondisclosure agreement lasts for a year. So you’re good.”
“Thank you.”
“Enjoy yourselves.” Claude smiles and hands me a pager and a velvet choker, which Mandy will wear this evening.
“Oh, we will,” Mandy says.
I Velcro the black choker in place. God, she looks hot.
“What would you like to do?” I ask.
“Whatever you want.”
Damn. Those are fighting words. Right now, I want to bind her wrists. Turn her around. Flog her sweet ass and then bury my nose between her cheeks and lick her asshole. Give her the rimming of a lifetime.
Has Amanda ever had a rimming?
I should be wary of flogging her ass after what happened with Blossom, but I’m not.
Already I know I won’t go too far with Mandy.
Already I know I will get her ass to the perfect blush—matching her cheeks.
Then I’ll slide my tongue between those cheeks, lick and suck at her asshole.
After that, I’ll glide my tongue through her succulent pussy—that pussy that tastes like apples and vanilla and the sweetest cream.
“Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“Didn’t you hear me? I said whatever you want.”
“Why don’t we start with a dance.” I pull her close.
The sound system is playing a slow song, and she feels so right against my body. It’s like her curves fill in every notch.
Even in the corset.
God, the corset. Has Mandy ever looked so sexy?
Yes. That night at my parents’ house. In that pink camisole. When I had some very un–Mandy Cake thoughts about her.
Yet the thoughts I’m having now? They make the thoughts I had then feel like a schoolboy crush.
That night, I didn’t think about rimming her perfect little asshole.
That night, I didn’t think about tying her up.
Nope. That night, I just thought about her in a sexual way for the first time.
Now that I’ve had her?
I’m not sure I can let her go.
I have to. I must.
I dart my gaze around the room—
Blossom.
Damn.
Boner killer.
And I realize…
I can’t do this.
I can’t put Mandy in any impending danger. Look what happened with Blossom. And while I care about Blossom, like her as a person, she means nothing to me compared to Mandy.
I cannot risk Mandy being hurt. I absolutely cannot.
I brush her away from me. “We need to leave.”
Her jaw drops. “What?”
“You heard me. I need to get you out of here.”
She whips her hands to her hips. “I’m not leaving.”
“Yes, you are. You’re my guest. If I’m not here, you can’t be here.”
“You are here, Jack.”
“Not for long.” I head toward Claude’s desk.
Mandy yanks on my arm, and I turn to face her.
“No, Jackson. I’m not going to let you do this. You’re not going to run away again.”
“Who says I’m running away?”
“You ran away the last time. You told me this could never happen again. Then you show up at my house and run away in the middle of the night. And now?” She shakes her head. “You’re not running away from me this time. We’re going to do this.”
“Last time I checked, we both need to consent,” I say dryly.
“Fine.” She turns. “If it’s so abhorrent to you to be here with me—”
I grab her, pull her into my embrace.
This is Mandy. She is so much more than this club. She’s everything—everything except the club.
This is the one part of my life that I can never let Mandy into.
Now? She’s interested. Seriously interested, and I…
Again the Pushmi-Pullyu from Dr. Dolittle invades my mind. Part of me wants to introduce Mandy to my lifestyle so much. I want her to enjoy what I enjoy.
And at the same time…I don’t. I don’t with every fiber of my being.
I don’t want to taint Mandy. I don’t want her to be one in my long list of women I couldn’t commit to. I don’t want to lose our friendship.