Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
In the form of a bed.
We all have our kinks.
“I’m sure you could, but I don’t supply my woman with all those things.”
“Well, damn, why did I marry you?” We all turn to the voice behind us, but I know who it is before I see her. Adora stands there in her wedding dress, her hair now down, and her phone in her hand.
“Wow! I want a dress like that, Jake. Please, can I have a dress like that?”
“Petra, it’s time you go back to work.” Jake waves her off, but before she leaves, she leans into Adora. “If he doesn’t give you those things, I would suggest divorce.” She walks off, and Adora manages a smile. Her eyes flick to Jake, then they scan the room. I notice she has on a yellow wristband. Green means you are up for anything, red is no touching, and yellow is basically a maybe.
Jake stays quiet as he sits there counting his money, and I watch her. Her red lips—those lips that I want to staple shut and kiss at the same time—are slightly parted, and her shiny chocolate-colored hair tumbles messily over her shoulders.
“I’ve never been to a place like this,” she states and looks back at me. “Do you come here often?” Jake barks out a laugh, and her eyes dart to him, then back to me. “You do.” She answers her own question. “You either like to watch or enjoy fucking a lot.”
My response is to say nothing.
She licks her red lips before she glances at the band on my wrist. “You like to watch, right?”
“I’m going to leave.” Jake stands and turns to face Adora. He offers his hand. “It is a pleasure meeting you. Never thought this man would get married, yet… here we are.”
“Yes, here we are,” I say, smiling, my eyes never leaving her.
“Adora. Nice to meet you.” She shakes his hand. “I’m Jake, and you are welcome here anytime.”
Turning back to the bar, I tap it for the bartender to bring me another drink.
“I’ll have what he’s having.” The bartender nods before he walks off. “Let me guess, you’re trying to work out all the ways to kill me?” She reaches for my glass and takes a sip before placing it back on the bar.
“My toaster is waterproof, so that’s out of the question,” I tell her. She throws her head back and laughs. The skin of her long neck, bare and sun-kissed, glows under the fluorescent light. “Though I’m sure I could find something. What are you allergic to?” The bartender picks that moment to deliver her drink, and she wipes the tears from her eyes from her laughter and picks it up.
“I would say men…”
“Ha! Guess we’re both shit out of luck.”
“Guess we are.” She reaches over and taps the band I’m wearing. “You like to watch. Is that what you’d like?”
“What?”
“As a wedding present. Would you like to watch me?”
“Watch you?” I ask because I don’t believe the words leaving her mouth.
“Yes. Would you like to go to one of those beds and watch me fuck myself in this wedding dress?”
I mean, I’m only human…
SIXTEEN
ADORA
I’ve pleasured myself before. Many times.
Have I ever had someone watch?
No.
Do I want him to watch?
Possibly.
I know Joey is attractive.
I’m not blind.
I can see that out of all the men available, he is probably the best choice for me.
Does that mean I want to be married?
No.
Again, not my choice.
But I need to try, even if it’s not something I would have chosen for myself.
He doesn’t seem all that shocked by my question, just more caught off guard.
I like sex. Despite my past, I do.
“Joey, I need words.” The music is loud all around us and in some ways distracting.
“Why would you offer that?”
Who the hell asks that? A monk.
“Why?” I narrow my eyes. “Why?” I say again.
“Yes, Adora. Why?”
“Because I need to give a little, and this is me giving a little.”
A soft smirk touches his lips. “I have a feeling you never give.” He’s correct. I give when I receive. Never the other way around. I’ve been taken my whole life, so when I am in control, I take.
“Yes or no, Joey? You want to watch me hike up this very expensive wedding dress or not?”
He stands and nods his head. “Yes.”
“Lead the way,” I say, waving.
As he steps past me, he reaches for my wrist and clasps his hand around it. He’s strong, and if he applied more pressure, I have a feeling he would hurt my wrist badly. We walk past a few people, most in the midst of fucking or touching. One girl locks eyes with me and gives me a small wave, but I look away and continue following Joey. We go down a hallway, and when we get to the end, he opens a door and holds it for me.