Not yet, anyhow.
“My place is up one floor, has a better view too. The rules apply for the night. You and I will be more comfortable there,” I clarify.
“What if I say that takes away from the experience?” she dares. “Isn’t the whole point that maybe I get a glimpse or hear someone else and vice versa?”
Nuh-uh, I draw a line at the idea of anyone spying on her. Something inside of me doesn’t like that thought. She’s mine for tonight, only mine.
I huff a chuckle. “You’re a bit wilder than I anticipated. Kind of had you pegged for being vanilla, an on-your-back-in-bed kind of girl.”
Her mouth falls open in humorous offense. “You may just be a piece of work.”
Stepping between her legs, my hand lands on her inner thigh, causing her to gasp. Slowly, I trail my fingers up her bare skin until I feel the heat of her soaked panties that I run my thumb along, her body writhing against my touch as her breath catches.
“Which apparently you love.” Fuck, I feel like I may crawl out of my skin if I can’t dip a finger inside of her stat.
That hint of flowers on her skin occupies my brain.I bet she tastes like rose water, that’s what comes to my mind. My tongue will discover soon enough.
Because lucky for me, tonight is about pure pleasure with the unexpected surprise that is my friend’s little sister.
3
VIOLET
The first time I decide to try something outside of my norm, and my brother’s ridiculously handsome friend has to be the guy whose name is pulled out of a bowl?
There aremost definitelyworse things in life. I’m just not used to this kind of luck.
Just watching Declan swagger into his penthouse has me ready to tear his clothes off.
A voice somewhere, no clue where, probably inside my head, that I choose to ignore reminds me that this guy is the poster of everything my brother has warned me against, and friends would roll their eyes too, knowing that he’s trouble.
Following Declan into his living room, I see the place has expensive leather furniture and fancy art on the walls. I don’t take much notice, as I enjoy watching him throw his suit jacket to the sofa without a care that it will wrinkle. Declan’s sandy brown hair is combed back, screaming for me to run my fingers through it, and it looks soft to play with. Just like his lips that currently display a wry smile, while his piercing blue eyes seem to be assessing me.
Because rules are rules, and we are one another’s prize.
This brings me back to the thought that I have no complaints that this is how the night ended up.
My heart is pounding from anticipation. I was prepared for sex with a stranger, not a man I see at my brother’s yearly holiday party.
A man who just took a calculated step in my direction.
Gulp.
“Last chance for an out,” he says as he begins to undo the cufflinks at his wrists, preparing himself for whatever ideas he has in his head.
“I’m still here.” I sound confident, but my stomach just flipped.
Remember why you are here.
Reaching behind my back, I find the zipper on my carefully chosen dress, and with one tug of my fingers, I slowly pull down. My thoughts go through my reasoning as the zip comes undone, tooth by tooth.
I’m single, life is merely a routine lately, and the pool of men in Lake Spark is lacking. I miss sex. Like, a lot. When Charlotte mentioned her plans, I was intrigued and turned on. I’m not against trying new things. A perfect escape from the ordinary.
I carefully studied the list of rules, and I signed on the dotted line with no hesitation, which I have no regret over.
Relief and nerves twist inside of me. Not going to lie, the idea of sex with a stranger you just met was daunting, and I wasn’t sure it was for me, and luckily, I went in knowing there was always an out, as the rules value your choice. But Declan deleted the random-man factor and brought familiar to the table. Maybe too familiar, because I’m far too excited that it’s him.
I’m a complete beginner at this kind of thing, but Declan’s look informs me that this whole setup is ordinary for him. He seems willing to guide me.
