Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
It’s a metallic blue halter mini made from—oh my God— “Is that chainmail?” I ask.
“It is, in rough terms. It’s a metal mesh fabric that seems to defy the laws of physics.”
I frown. Physics makes me think of Rachel.
“She’s going to be okay,” Emily says as if reading my mind.
I simply nod.
“Anyway, I wish this dress were in my closet. Why didn’t I get any chainmail? Try it on. This is going to be fabulous on you.”
I take the dress from Emily. Though I have my doubts, I did ask for her advice, and she is an expert. Right in front of her, I take off my shorts and tank and slide the dress over my hips. Emily helps me tie up the halter in the back.
I turn.
She gasps.
“Is that good?”
“It’s brilliant, actually. Look for yourself.”
I walk to my full-length mirror, and—
“Fuck me,” I say.
“Right? You look like you’re draped in liquid metal. You’re hot as bloody hell in it.”
She’s not wrong.
“That’s what you wear tonight.”
“I don’t know what we’re doing, though. What if he wants to walk on the beach? Or swim? Won’t this…rust?”
Emily lets out a guttural laugh. “First, if you swim, you’ll take it off, as you well know. And of course it won’t rust. It’s made from aluminum. Fuck, you look bloody fabulous.”
“Thank you.”
“Brett will adore you in that.” She smiles. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I left something simmering.”
“Okay. Thanks, Em.”
Emily leaves quickly, and I admire the dress in the mirror—
“Wait,” I say out loud.
I race out of my suite and just catch Emily returning to hers. She opens the door.
“Emily, what are you talking about? Simmering? Evangeline was very clear that we can’t have hot pots or—”
My jaw drops.
Standing inside Emily’s door is the bartender from last night.
What was his name? Zion?
And he’s naked.
Completely naked with an erection almost as big as Brett’s was this afternoon. His skin is a gorgeous milk chocolate, and across his hard chest is a tattoo of an eagle flying over a mountain.
My God. Stunning.
Emily looks both ways down the hallway before yanking me into her suite and slamming the door.
“I get the feeling I wasn’t supposed to see any of this,” I say.
“You won’t give me away, will you?” Emily rests her gaze on Zion’s chest. “I didn’t get chosen for a date tonight. Evangeline said no fraternizing, but Zion here is just delicious.”
“As are you.” Zion trails a finger over Emily’s shoulder. Then he turns to me. “And you are too. I’ve never seen a dress like that.”
My nipples harden against the metal fabric, and the sensation is…arousing.
I turn to Emily, trying to ease the ache between my legs. “How did this happen?”
“What does that matter?” she asks. “As long as it did?”
I suppose she has a point. “I’ll leave you to your…whatever this is.”
“Don’t go,” Zion says softly, his voice low and rich.
“Oh…” My cheeks warm, and my nipples are so tight I’m afraid they might pop off. “I don’t…”
“Neither do I,” Emily says, “but we can both enjoy Zion without touching each other.”
I wrinkle my forehead at Emily. “You’re saying…what exactly?”
“I’m saying this is pure debauchery. Zion and I have an understanding. Nothing but play, and you’re welcome to join." She nods to Zion. "You don’t have a problem pleasuring both of us, do you, love?”
“Absolutely not.”
God, that voice… That gorgeous caramel flesh… That gigantic cock…
This isn’t me. This isn’t the wallflower.
Of course, grinding on Brett Dawson’s thigh earlier wasn’t me either…and it was damned fun.
“I don’t want you to fuck me,” I say to Zion, even though my pussy is aching to be filled.
He gives a devilish smile. "I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Is he going to fuck you?” I ask Emily.
“Honestly, love, we didn’t write out a contract. Stop being a solicitor for a moment and have some fun.”
Right. Ease up on the lawyer shit, Sienna.
“Stay or go,” Emily continues, “but I’d like to get back to it.” She grabs onto Zion’s huge cock.
Stay or go. Yes or no. Fun or no fun.
Fun, it is!
I place my hand around Emily’s so we’re both grasping Zion’s dick. “Stay.” I lean into Zion and place my lips over one of his brown nipples.
“You’re going to have to take that dress off,” Zion whispers.
I move back and let go of his cock. Emily turns me around and undoes the halter clasp. Then I turn toward Zion and let the dress fall from me as the metal mesh makes a soft jingling sound.
Emily slides her robe from her shoulders, and we’re both naked, our nipples protruding, ready for Zion’s lips.
“You tell me what you want,” Zion says to both of us. “Anything.”
Emily takes her lower lip between her teeth, clearly thinking, while I blurt out, “An orgasm. I want to come.”
“Someone knows what she wants.” Zion smiles, his full lips so gorgeous. “Why don’t I lie on the bed, and you can sit on my face, while you”—he shifts his gaze to Emily— “suck my cock.”