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The sexual tension in the overcrowded room was starting
to make her think she'd soon be put to the test.
Again.
"I'd remember you if I'd seen you here before."
The man, not much more than a boy really, was swaying
as he leaned back, trying to get a look at her ass. Brown hair
hung across his face, hiding one of his bright blue eyes. His
jaw was pleasantly square, his skin nicely tanned and
contrasting well with the casual, soft brown sweater clinging
to his lean muscles. Denim pants hung low on his hips,
showing off a small slice of his strong midsection.
He certainly wasn't puny, or unattractive, but he wasn't up
to Taryn's usual standards either. He had no sword or
markings of battle, and his face was fresh with the
enthusiasm of youth.
She preferred her men strong and experienced. Vigorous.
Capable. In Kate's words-edgy.
But, she reflected ruefully, always getting what she wanted
was the problem.
Or had been.
The newcomer set his hand on her waist, gripping it firmly,
and leaned in. The bristled shadow of his facial hair brushed
across her cheek as he spoke, his hot breath blowing across
her neck. "I come here all the time. Want me to show you
around?"
She shook her head, easily meeting his gaze because he
wasn't more than a few inches taller than she. "I'm meeting
someone."
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Still holding her waist, he angled back, his gaze darting
across the mass of people before coming back to her.
"Another girl?"
Girl?
Did she look like an unripe, inexperienced girl?
Taryn straightened, looking down her nose at him, but
because his attention had dropped to the swells of her
breasts, her distain went unnoticed.
She set her hand on his to pull it away, but he gripped
hers tightly and smiled, his vivid gaze coming back to her
face. His grin was sweet, his azure eyes glowing brightly
under the shaggy locks falling across his forehead.
A mature man would've been subtle and realised the
importance of anticipation. This boy's inexperience was well
balanced by drunken confidence. "We can wait for her," he
replied, stretching to the bar to discard his empty beer bottle,
intentionally letting his arm brush across the side of her
breast. "Then I'll show you both around." Moving his gaze to
the dusting of glitter she had skimmed between her breasts,
he added, "This is a big place. You need to know where to go
to get what you want."
He seemed harmless enough, but Taryn wanted to end
things quickly, before he made the offer she was forbidden to
refuse.
She wiggled out of his grasp and took two steps back,
seeking some much needed distance between them, but was
forced to stop when she bumped into the back of a bar stool.
"No. Thank you," she said loudly enough to be heard over the
music.
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Bolstered by drink, he followed her, advancing until the
bulge of his steady cock pressed into her stomach. The thin
fabric of her blue dress shifted, exposing more of her right
breast.
"Let's stay and wait for her." He grinned, noticing that
when he pressed harder into her, her dress slid down,
exposing more skin. "I can handle you both," he added,
working his way closer, letting her feel the growing strength
of his arousal.
Not Kate.
After all she'd been through, to finally meet a woman she
could call a friend, Taryn did not want to drag Kate into her
irresolvable situation. If she did, the friendship would surely
be over, and Taryn would be back to enduring the empty days
of loneliness that had plagued her ever since arriving in L.A..
She needed to handle this situation on her own, and the
sooner she took control of things the better.
"You don't think I can handle both of you?" he asked,
rubbing his bulge against her crotch as he placed his palms,
one on each side of her, on the bar.
The unavoidable heat of his body flowed across hers. "I
don't think we should wait for her."
Disappointment flickered across his face, but then he
grinned as her meaning made its way into his lust drunk
brain. "Yeah. I get it. I'll show you around and and..." He
dropped back, took her hand, tugging her though the crowd.
Pausing only long enough to point to a door by the main
entrance, he shouted, "You get to the second floor by going
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through that door right there." Then he took off, pulling her
along.
"There's the coat room," he yelled over his shoulder as he
weaved through the crowd. The swirling mass of people
thinned as they pressed further into the interior of the pulsing
club. At the edge of the crowd, he led her down a mirrored
stairway that grew dimmer as they descended the carpeted
steps.
At the lower landing, he stumbled, his fight for confidence
obvious as his gaze scanned the lights gleaming above each
of the doors. The blue bulbs above all the doors except
one were illuminated.
He weaved, his gaze lingering on the door under the dark
orb.
If she broke away now...
"You want to do it, right?" He slid his arm around her,
dropping his hand down to curve his strong fingers around
her ass as he leaned into her. "I have ... protection. That
good for you?"
Men fought down here? "Protection?"
He stumbled as he pressed into her again. "A rubber."
Oh, modern protection. But she didn't need that. The
Oracle had assured her she wouldn't conceive a child until she
coupled with the man who would be her life-long companion
her future husband.
Could she still back out? He hadn't come right out and
"Let's do it."
Too late.
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Still holding her hand, he kicked open the door below the
dark bulb and yanked her into the room. Music rolled from
speakers tucked in the corners and lights flickered, casting a
rainbow of pastel smudges to skim across the mirrored walls.
The only furnishing in the room was a row of ascending
platforms covered with pink carpet. She turned, catching his
quick motions as he latched the door and noticing that the
wall that bordered the hall was a plate of smoky glass.
A room for sex.
She'd made use of such places before. In Greece, they'd
had attendants and luxurious appointments such as scented
oils and velvet covered pillows. But in the modern world,
seduction and sensuality were replaced by instant
gratification.
The youth grinned as he tipped his head towards the
smoky glass wall. "It's mirrored on the other side we can
see them, but they can't see us." He lumbered closer to the
glass, pointing to a massive man guiding a woman down the
hall, their glazed eyes darting from one door to the next.
"Guess they'll have to wait," he said, chuckling as he fixed
his attention on the lusty raven-haired woman.
Accepting that she couldn't back out, Taryn slid her gaze
across her young companion's body, assessing what kind of
lover he might be.
Inexperienced, yes.
But also eager and curious.
Might he surprise her and provide a release for the tension [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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