Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
It only takes a few strokes, and I’m crying out, losing control, finding a release so intense it’s scary.
Later, I’ll be grateful the room was so noisy that I’m sure no one heard me, but right now, I’m taking a break from reality to visit another realm where ecstasy reigns.
The orgasm is brief but intense, satisfying but also a tease that makes me want more.
As I return to this world, the sexy scientist pulls his hand away and straightens my clothing.
“How did you do that?” I ask. “I’ve never come so quickly.” Are these Club Red men trained in this sort of pleasure, too?
He only grins in response, though his smile is much more sinful now than playful.
He leans close to my ear, his deep voice rumbling. “Did that feel good?”
“My god,” is all I can say.
The reality of our surroundings are starting to come back to me. I can’t believe I just had an orgasm, here in a public place with a stranger.
He must see these thoughts on my face, because he says, “It’s okay. No one saw.” Further smoothing down my dress, he turns me around on his lap so I have a view of the stage.
Believe it or not, the costume contest is still going on. It feels as though hours have passed, though I suppose it’s only been minutes. The audience is still screaming as men walk across the stage. The contestants are spaced further apart now, just five of them up there. It appears that they’re the finalists.
There’s an Egyptian pharaoh with massive arms, a shirtless baseball player, a surfer dude, a horned demon … and my vampire.
My face heats the moment I spot him, and he’s looking right back at me!
The stage is far away, and there are loads of people between him and me, but I’d swear he’s looking into my eyes, and here I am, sitting on the scientist’s lap.
The pirate announcer gestures to the vampire, encouraging the audience to cheer for him. To my surprise, the mad scientist helps me to my feet, then stands up himself and pumps his fist in the air, cheering loudly for the vampire.
The vampire’s eyes have a hold on me from across the room. I’m not sure what to do, or what to say to the man standing next to me who just got me off, and as I’m frozen in indecision, Autumn appears.
“There you are!” she says brightly. “I wondered where you went.” Apparently unaware that I was with the mad scientist and seeming not to notice him at all, she takes my hand and leads me back toward our table.
When I turn to give the scientist an apologetic look, he nods once, still grinning.
I’m in a daze, barely able to register what Autumn’s saying. Then I remember that my boss is around here somewhere, and I go into a panic. Sure, this is after hours and shouldn’t affect my job, but what if Garrett saw what I’ve been doing? What would he think of me?
“Has Garrett come back in?” I ask.
I’m flooded with relief when she shakes her head. “They’re all still outside talking. I was just out there with them. They told me they’ll come inside soon, but I don’t believe them.”
“I’m sorry I left you alone for so long,” I tell her.
“Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you’re having fun. How was the caveman? And did I see you dancing with a skeleton too?”
“I danced with a couple of guys.” It’s been so much more than dancing, but I keep that thought to myself.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” she says, in what she doesn’t know is a big understatement.
As we’re crossing the room, the crowd’s cheers get louder, alerting me to the fact that a winner is being chosen on the stage. It’s the vampire.
My cheeks heat, and in my mind, I can still feel his fangs pressing into my skin.
“Ooh, check this one out,” Autumn says, nudging my side with her elbow. I expect her to gesture to the costume contest winner, but instead she directs my attention to a tall, dark figure that’s headed straight toward us.
He looks like a man on a mission—or rather a demon on a mission, because the figure has a face painted red with dark shadows, and there are sinister-looking twisted horns protruding from his head. If I’m not mistaken, he was on stage just a few minutes ago.
I move aside to let him pass, but he comes straight for me, stopping only inches away. He’s so close, the heat of his body instantly warms the skin on my chest.
Without a word, he bends and picks me up, one of his strong arms under my thighs, the other wrapped around my back.
CHAPTER NINE
My instinct is to struggle, even though being in his arms is exciting. “What are you doing?” I demand, kicking my legs.