Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
They kiss her, touch her, and make her body weak, and as they strip her down and begin sending her into a world of blissful pleasure, a blast of jealousy rumbles through my veins. I wish I had the courage to put myself out there and take what I really want like that.
Becs doesn’t even know these guys and is trusting her body to them, and judging by the look on her face, she’s never felt so alive in her life.
I need that. I’m ready to shed this good girl image and step into the dark side. I want to feel alive. I want the rush that comes along with being with someone. I want to know what it’s like to ride a man and come with his cock buried deep inside me.
I’m sick of waiting for a man that’s never going to love me. It’s time that I take the leap and allow myself the freedom to discover the limits of my body.
As the men shower Becs in sensual touches and her knees fall open, I have to look away. I know she wanted an audience tonight, but there are just some things I can’t watch her do, despite how comfortable she is with her body.
I sip on another cosmopolitan, a deep throb pounding between my thighs as I look around the lounge in a new light. I’m not just looking to take in the sights anymore. I’m searching for the man who’ll take my virginity and finally open me up to a world I’ve always wanted to explore.
I catch the eyes of a few men, each of them delicious in their own right, but nothing about them has me wanting to hold their attention. A bearded man moves in behind me, and when his hand lingers on my waist, I don’t make a move to push him away.
His hand roams over my hip and down between my thighs, and as his lips dance across my neck, I close my eyes, giving in to the pleasure. I grind against him, and before I know it, I’m on my feet. Just as I’m ready to ask for more, a flash of something across the VIP lounge catches my eye—A tall man, shirtless and walking away.
I don’t see his face, just the wide set of his shoulders as he disappears into one of the private rooms, and when something clenches deep in my stomach, I realize he’s the one I’ll be losing my virginity to tonight.
3
ASPEN
The door of the private room remains open, and before I can even stop myself, I step out of the bearded man’s arms and move across the lounge, that deep throbbing in my core getting hungrier by the second. I can’t help but wonder if this is one of those trusted men Casey was talking about—the trusted men who are skilled and able to fulfill a woman’s every desire.
God, I hope so.
I step into the doorway of the private room, finding it to be one of the dark rooms the club offers. Dark walls and floors, just like the rest of the club, only instead of the dim lighting the other spaces offer, this has none. All I see is a slight silhouette of the muscled man in the center of the room and a shiver trails down my spine. His back is to me, but I’ve never been so intrigued.
I’m really going to do this.
“Shut the door,” he rumbles, his voice thick with desire, and even though I can barely hear him over the electrifying music, I do exactly as he asks, stepping over the threshold and closing the door behind me.
Any light from the main floor is shut out, and the room falls into a blinding darkness. The music is still just as loud, only now that I’m closed in with this mysterious man, I can feel the music vibrating right through my chest.
My hands shake, and I quickly finish off what’s left of my Cosmo before putting the glass aside. He doesn’t say another word, but I sense him beckoning me toward him, and I do exactly what he wants, desperate to feel his hands all over my body.
Barely able to see his silhouette anymore, I move across the room until I feel the flutter of his touch brushing down the length of my arm. I shiver, coming to a stop before him, and despite the nerves pounding through my body, I’ve never wanted anything more. I want this strange man to do wicked things to me, to take my virginity and make me feel alive.
His touch is like a summer breeze right down to my wrist where he collects my wristbands between his fingers, clearly feeling that there are two. A single question lingers between us, and I swallow hard, letting him know exactly why I’m here. “White,” I breathe, trembling with nerves. “And red.”