“So, are we going to join the rest of the party?”

Five

Annabelle felt as if she’d had restraints removed.

As if she’d been given a free pass into a world of sensual pleasure, a world she’d never experienced.

Tomorrow, she’d return to her dusty antiques shop and her sheltered life. Tonight, she didn’t want to waste a second.

From the moment the other man had joined them, from the moment he’d put his mouth on her breast, she’d let go of her inhibitions.

Or, more correctly, Jared had released her from them.

She’d never had sex in front of other people before, had never had the opportunity or the inclination.

Tonight…Tonight, she wanted to experience everything.

Her body still tingled from the most explosive orgasm of her life. She wanted Jared to touch her again.

And she wondered if she was a latent exhibitionist. And possibly a voyeur.

Because she knew the others who had entered the room were pairing off. Some of them in more than pairs.

And she wanted to watch.

“Would you like to join the rest of the party?” he asked in response to her question.

She let her smile be her answer.

Jared obviously came to the right conclusion and he pulled her against him. Even in her heels, she still had to tilt her head back to look into his eyes. And when she did, he kissed her. A deep, lingering kiss that made her pussy clench and her blood sizzle. Again.

She wanted to melt into him, into the hard contours of his chest and the thick muscles of his thighs. The man had a body worth worshipping and she still hadn’t seen him naked.

She wanted to. Needed to.

But anticipation was a good thing.

After he eased back from the kiss, Jared turned her in his arms and leaned down to speak directly into her ear. “Watching is sometimes almost as much fun as participating.”

His warm breath brushed against her skin, making her blood pressure rise again. With one finger under her chin, he directed her gaze to the left, toward the piano.

A man had taken the seat and started to play while a woman knelt at his feet, sucking his cock. His eyes were closed in ecstasy but his fingers flew over the keys, never hitting what sounded like a wrong note.

The woman’s blonde head bobbed up and down to the rhythm of the music, one hand beneath her skirt.

Jared’s finger nudged her chin again and she focused on the threesome on one of the chaise lounges. The woman lay on her back, her head hanging off the end as she sucked the man standing above her while another buried himself inside her.

She caught sight of the man who’d joined her and Jared seated on a plush, armless chair seemingly designed for exactly what he was doing—letting a woman ride him, her fingers clutched in his hair, her blue silk dress pulled up around her waist, his pants puddled around his shoes on the floor.

Her lips parted, her lungs unable to get enough air. Heat drenched her body, threatening to make her overheat. She knew she couldn’t hide her reaction from Jared and didn’t bother to try.

She’d never been so turned on in all her life and the more she watched the others around her, the more she wanted Jared.

Her sex began to throb, clenching in need and wet with desire. Without her panties, her juices would be running down her legs soon.

As if he’d read her mind or sensed her need, the hand he’d had resting on her hip moved down her thigh, stroking along her filmy skirt before sliding his hand under it. He teased along the outer flesh of her leg for several seconds, making her breath catch, before he curled his fingers around her thigh. He let his hand rest there for several seconds as she continued to stare at the other couples. Her focus started to blur as her entire attention focused on his hand.

The anticipation as she waited for him to move built like a slow-acting drug in her blood, her heart pounding and her lungs struggling for air.

And when he finally did, she drew in a deep breath and held it as his fingertips brushed along the inside of her thighs. Light as a feather but as tantalizing as his scent.

She felt the stiff rod of his erection nestle between the cheeks of her ass, and she ground back against him, wanting to torment him just a little in return.

But he got back at her, his fingers finally moving, if only to brush against her clit so lightly she couldn’t honestly say he’d touched her at all. It was more like the whisper of a touch.

When she moaned, so softly she barely heard herself, the finger he had at her jaw took a leisurely path down her neck, coaxing shivers from her overheating body. He traced the hollow of her throat and the line of her collarbone. From there, it was only inches to her breast. He stroked the upper slope of her breast, tantalizing her already over-stimulated nerves with more pleasure.

“Jared.” She barely whispered his name, but she knew he heard her when his hand obeyed her unspoken command and slipped into her bodice to cup her breast.

She moaned again when his fingers lifted her out of the material, baring her to the air, and tweaked her pebble-hard nipple. Her sex clenched, needed something to fill it as she nearly came from his touch.

And just as she had the thought, he slipped two fingers between her slick lips and thrust.

Caught against his hard body, held in place by his hands in her pussy and around her breasts, Annabelle came again, her body shuddering, her cry of completion lost in the music of the piano and the sounds of the other couples and threesomes enjoying themselves.

Jared drew out the sensation, his fingers thrusting inside, rubbing that spot that made her mindless, and rolling her nipple almost to the point of pain.

And when finally he removed his fingers from her body, she thought she might just fall in a puddle of satiation at his feet.

But Jared had other ideas.

“I think you need to get off your feet, Belle.” In the next second, she was in his arms. She barely had time to realize they were moving before he set her on her feet and turned her away from him again. The next thing she knew, he’d bent her over the rolled arm of the nearest couch.

“Stay right here, sweetheart,” Jared crooned as he shifted behind her. “Don’t move.”

Moaning, she heard the metallic slide of his zipper, the slight crinkle of a condom wrapper, then his hands flipped her skirt up to her hips.

“You have the most beautiful ass, Belle. I’ve been dying to smack it all night.”

She couldn’t produce a sound at how hot that made her. She wanted to feel his hand spank her, make her skin heat and tingle. It was something she’d never experienced, had never felt comfortable enough with another lover to even express this particular fantasy.

And then Jared’s hand came down.

She bit her lip to stop from crying out as the sting traveled straight to her pussy, making it clench and moisten. Her breath hitched as the air behind her stirred and she tensed in pleasure, waiting for the next blow.

When it came, she moaned, her eyes closing to fully enjoy the sensation.

A few more gentle slaps followed, each one tightening her sex until she thought she might come.

But he must have sensed her nearing orgasm and instead brushed his hand over her hot skin.

“Oh, no, you’re not getting off that easy. I want to feel you come around my cock again, baby. Right now.”

He grabbed her hips and sank home in one fluid motion. Her sheath clenched around him, grabbing hold of his cock and milking him.

“Shit, you’re tight.” Jared was practically panting. “And I’m not gonna last.”

“Don’t. Do me. Now. Hard.”

His groan sounded tortured as he began to thrust with slow, deliberate movements.

She felt the head of his cock rub against that spot high in her channel, which was exactly what she needed.

Crying out, she began to come.

“Oh, God. Faster.” She could barely force the whisper from her mouth as Jared pumped in and out, no more finesse. Just a wicked, wild ride that had her clutching the back of the sofa.

“Come on, baby,” Jared chanted. “Come on. Come on.”

Pleasure burst and streaked through her body, tightening her muscles and speeding like acid through her veins. The sensation stole her breath, nearly stole her consciousness.

Until Jared gave one final thrust and released inside her. Then she went boneless, slumping over the arm of the couch like a very limp rag doll, thinking, Now, I know.

* * *

“What’s up, Tyler?”

“We have a situation with one of the guests. I need you to come downstairs.”

Rubbing sleep out of her eyes, Annabelle took a few seconds to orient herself as she listened to the brothers in the living room of Jared’s apartment on the top floor of the hotel.

After Jared had carried her out of the Salon last night, he’d brought her back to his apartment and proceeded to strip her naked. She’d returned the favor, and the last time she’d noticed the clock on the bedside table, it had read something like 5:18.

It was now…8:09. Ugh.

“Fine. Give me a minute.”

She heard a pause, then Tyler said, “She’s in your room, the redhead from last night. Jesus, Jed, did you take her to the Salon?”

“She signed the waiver. What the hell are you pissed off about?”

“Christ, Jed, she’s not one of your reprobate friends. Why the hell did you drag her into your sick games?”

“She’s not a child. She’s a grown woman who had a hell of a good time last night. What the fuck is your problem?”