“Aren’t I worth it?”
“Fuck yeah, you are.” He put his arm around me and led me down the hallway to the rooms. I had no idea what he’d requested, but I didn’t care. I only wanted to be with him.
Plus, it would be hot watching a show together.
Butterflies took flight in my stomach, and my heart thundered. This felt like a massive step forward, and I was thrilled. I was so glad I’d decided to come instead of sitting home and worrying about my dad. I was still angry with Uncle Dorian for not telling me sooner that my dad had a heart attack. He should’ve known I’d be furious with him. I shook my body when a chill shot down my spine.
“Are you having second thoughts?” Joseph stopped at room seven. This one was set up like a bedroom with red silk linens and black walls. It was dark and sexy.
“No. I want to do this.”
He exhaled a deep breath. “O-kay. After you.” He fanned out his hand for me to enter the viewing room.
I hadn’t been in this one before. The décor matched the bedroom on the opposite side of the one-way mirror. Red and black. Dark and sexy. VeryFifty Shades. There weren’t any pictures hanging on the walls to distract the voyeur from the show. To my surprise, there was a velvet sofa. A practical piece for when couples view together.
I went to the window and saw the performer wearing an MSU shirt. It looked exactly like mine. What the hell?
The click of the lock made me still. He came up behind me and snaked his hands around my waist. His warm lips glided down my neck. I turned to jelly, my knees weakening, my pulse racing.
“Why is she wearing my shirt?”
“You know why,” he said in his deep, sexy voice. “If I couldn’t have you, I wanted to pretend the performer was you.”
My panties instantly heated and became wet with my arousal. “Then why not be in the room with her?” Not that I wanted him anywhere near another woman. But wasn’t that the point if he imagined she was me? Shouldn’t he be as close to her as possible? Why not just have sex with her instead of watching from the viewing room?
“It added to the mystery.” He sucked on my neck hard enough to leave a mark.
“Oh.” I dropped my head back against his shoulder. He was five or six inches taller than me, so his firm cock pressed into my lower back. To feel him hard made my pussy tingle.
“Are you ready to start?”
“Start?”
“Yes. The show.”
“Right. Sure,” I said breathily as his hands roamed over my body.
“Sit, Bonita.” He backed away and left me feeling robbed of his sensual touch and titillating kisses.
I went to the sofa and sat as he requested. The air in the small room turned torrid with our burning passion. As I tracked his moves, I panted and dug my teeth into my bottom lip. I gulped, utterly parched.
“I knew it would be like this with you.” He flipped the switch to let the performer know we were ready. “You’re so fucking irresistible, my Bonita. You’re destroying me, you know that?” He gazed out the window.
“Don’t look at her.” I removed my top and threw it at him.
“What are you doing?” He put my shirt to his nose and inhaled my scent into his lungs.
“Is it not obvious?” I shimmed out of my skirt.
“So fucking beautiful.” He licked his lips as he studied me from head to toe. He no longer cared about the other woman. Good. I should always have his attention.
“Come get me, Joseph.” I spread my legs, an open invitation for him to partake until his heart’s desire.
“But what about the show?” He taunted and removed his shirt. “I paid a lot of money for them.”
“Them?” I sat forward for a better view. A male performer I hadn’t seen before was caressing her legs. “Oh my gosh. What did you request?”
A wicked grin played on his lips. “Just things I want to do to you.”