Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“What a crime,” he murmured, fighting the annoyance so she wouldn’t pick up on it. “I promise you, if you want to orgasm during sex, you’ve come to the right place.”
Even the right man, if she was willing. To be the first one to bring her to orgasm…
That possibility was intoxicating and his cock agreed. Now he was even more determined to help her during her stay.
“I didn’t see that guarantee on your website.”
One side of his mouth pulled up. There it was. Her sense of humor. Dayne wouldn’t be surprised if, once the nervousness wore off, her real personality shined through.
No true wallflower would book a stay at a resort built for sexual pleasure. She also could’ve left last night, or this morning, but she didn’t. He took that as a sign she really wanted to be here, only she wasn’t sure of what she wanted during the experience.
Again, he was willing to help her find what she needed.
His cock was, too.
“I’m going to remind you now that if I do anything you don’t like or aren’t comfortable with, tell me.”
“Okay,” she breathed.
She didn’t ask what he was about to do. She wanted the surprise, the anticipation. Another good sign.
With a single finger, he drew her ponytail to the side, giving himself access to the smooth skin on her shoulder exposed by her baggy top.
He brushed his lips across it before giving it a playful nip. When she shivered, goosebumps appeared. “Are your nipples hard?”
She nodded.
“Do they ache?”
She nodded again.
He snuck a peek over her shoulder to see just how hard they were. “For what?” When she didn’t answer, he did it for her. “For someone to suck them, pinch them, even twist them?” He mentally raised his hand to volunteer to be that someone.
He could hardly hear her breathy, “Yes.”
“Good. Are you wearing panties?”
“Yes.”
“Are they soaked right now?” He was tempted to check for himself.
Patience.
This time it took her a moment to finally nod.
“Are you tempted to touch yourself right here, out in the open, while watching?”
“I don’t know.” The insecurity was back.
“If not yourself, who in that pile would you like to touch you?”
She took a moment to study each of the six people having sex before her gaze circled the growing audience. “Him.”
Him? That was a tad disappointing. Dayne had hoped he’d be the one chosen to bring her to orgasm. Luckily, he had time to convince her that he was the perfect candidate. Plus, he was curious about her choice. What her type was. “Which him?”
“That one.” She lifted her chin toward the blanket.
He followed her line of sight. “I see three men in that group. You need to be more specific.”
“The one with the short dark hair and the scruff on his face. The abs.”
Did she actually sigh out the word “abs?”
Dayne focused on the man she pointed out. It was the first time he’d noticed this particular guest. He might have only checked in this morning. If Dayne had to choose someone from the group—either man or woman—he most likely would’ve chosen him, too. He and Cara must have similar tastes. That might work in his favor.
However, Dayne might need to keep an eye on him. For his own selfish reasons, of course. Especially since the man had no problem being sexually involved with the other two men in the group.
Unlike his twin, he never kept it a secret that he’d have sex with anyone he was attracted to. It didn’t matter to him if it was a man or woman. When the chemistry and experience were present, it made sex even better. More satisfying.
For him, anyway.
That chemistry seemed to exist with Cara from the moment she ran into him last night. However, he had no idea if she felt the same about him. Maybe not, if she was looking elsewhere. But then, he’d also told her to pick someone out from the group in front of her. Technically, he stood behind her. “Can I touch you?”
“You already did.”
That was nothing. “Enough to make you come.”
Her answer got caught in her throat. She cleared it and tried again. “Here?”
“Yes, here. While we watch them. If you want, I can give you that elusive orgasm.”
“Are you cocky or simply confident?”
His lips curved up slightly. “Both.”
“At least you’re not afraid to admit it.”
“I have my faults.”
“Don’t we all,” she whispered.
“The fact is, I’m confident enough to know where not only your clit and G-spot are, but what to do with them. Best of all, I come with no strings attached. That means if I can’t make you come, then you are free to find someone else who can. No messy breakup needed if you’re not sexually satisfied.”
“It sounds like you’re trying to sell yourself.”
“I’m simply spitting facts. So, I ask again, can I touch you?”
“I…”
“It’s a simple yes or no.”