Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3 (5 page)

 
    
She bit her lip, something he’d never seen
her do except to lure a younger man upstairs with her. This was completely
unconscious. He liked having her off balance.

 
    
“Quite some time? How long?”

 
    
“Months,” he murmured, catching and holding
her gaze. “I just didn’t intend to act on it.”

 
    
She thought a moment, then asked, “Why tell
me tonight?”

 
    
“Why not?”

 
    
She obviously didn’t have an answer,
lifting the champagne flute instead.

 
    
“It will be the best orgasm you’ve ever
experienced.”

 
    
“Just one?” she quipped, and he knew she
was trying to regain control.

 
    
Jud wasn’t about to let her have it. “One
will be all you need, all you can take. You’ll sleep like a baby. Then you’ll
return begging for more.”

 
    
Her nose tipped a haughty degree higher. “I
don’t beg.”

 
    
And he knew he had her. Stacy Parrish loved
a challenge.

 
    
“You will after tonight. You’ll never go
back to young meat.” He took her hand, lacing her fingers with his. “Never.”

 
    
She lifted her head, met his gaze, and
smiled her amazing, sultry smile. “If anyone does the begging, it’ll be you.”

 
    
And the challenge was on.

* * * * *

 
    
Good Lord, what had she agreed to?

 
    
Stacy didn’t care. She’d been wishing for a
man who would surprise her, and Jud had definitely done that. His desire was
palpable, reaching out to touch her, his concentration on her unequivocal.
Voices, laughter, soft strains of music, all faded into the background. There
was nothing but Jud’s attraction, like an elixir she craved. She might regret
it tomorrow—only if she let herself—but for right now, damn the consequences.

 
    
Jud picked up the house phone and dialed.
She couldn’t hear the quiet conversation, but she knew he wasn’t wasting a
minute. Reaching into his pants pocket, he pulled out a gold key, turned her
hand over and placed it in her palm.

 
    
“Top floor, last door.”

 
    
“Is that where you live?” She fingered the
gold filigree. That particular room had never been offered for her use in the
entire time she’d been coming to the club.

 
    
“No. I’m not waiting long enough to take
you to my home.”

 
    
She cocked her head. “Afraid I’ll change my
mind?”

 
    
“Afraid, no, but convincing you all over
again will waste precious time. I’ll be up there in a minute.”

 
    
Presumably after he’d found someone to fill
in at the bar. Stacy closed her fingers around the key and rose from the
barstool. She turned, then glanced back over her shoulder. “By the way, you
didn’t convince me. I decided. And I follow through on my decisions.”

 
    
As if her heart weren’t racing madly, she
strolled through the tables on her way out. Melody glared, as if she’d seen the
key exchange, then slugged back the dregs of her Long Island Iced Tea. Stacy
didn’t even look for her studs. Jud was too much in her blood. She couldn’t
understand how he’d managed that so quickly. Maybe her own attraction to him
had been sizzling just below the surface all along.

 
    
At almost midnight, the club was hopping,
music jamming the corridors from various rooms, people hugging tight to each
other in gloomy corners. She liked to wander the hallways and some of the exotic
chambers, enjoying the performances as much as she enjoyed actually doing the
performing. But not tonight. It was as if she’d never had those earlier
orgasms.

 
    
By the time she reached the third and top
floor, she was almost running. The key slid into the door easily, and she
pushed it open in a flutter to see the interior.

 
    
Jud was stamped all over it. Instead of the
usual wall hangings and plush carpet, this room gleamed with hardwood. The
walls were paneled except for one floor-to-ceiling mirror. Persian carpets
decorated the polished floorboards. A brown leather sofa and chair sat before
an ornate fireplace.

 
    
Stacy moved to the riser beside the high,
sturdy, four-poster bed, and confronted the reflection in the strategically
placed mirror. Examining it, she discovered the glass was made of tiles, placed
so expertly the seams were almost invisible. Everything done on that bed could
be viewed by the participants, but unlike the rooms she’d been in, this mirror
wasn’t a window affording someone else a vista of the bed. What took place in
this room was for the pleasure of the occupants only.

 
    
Just the two of them. Somehow that put more
importance on the whole episode. What did Jud expect from her?

 
    
“I’ve watched you.”

 
    
She hadn’t even heard him enter, but the
door was closed behind him, and he’d crossed to the end of the bed.

 
    
“Watched me?” She could only repeat what he
said.

 
    
He shrugged. “You asked why I chose tonight
to tell you I want you. Because I was watching you and your young men, and you’ve
got me so hard I can’t ignore it anymore.”

 
    
She’d always liked the awareness of being
seen by an invisible lover. But knowing it was Jud who’d watched, Jud who got
hot and hard? Her panties dampened, her breath caught in her throat, and a
thrill skated down her spine.

 
    
But she couldn’t let that sudden kick give
him the upper hand. “You should have told me.”

 
    
He angled his head, regarded her a moment.
“Why?”

 
    
“It was an invasion of my privacy.”

 
    
“You didn’t ask for privacy. You asked for
a room that had a two-way mirror.” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “In
fact, you’ve come alone to perform for whoever was behind the mirror. You never
specified who it should be.” He dropped his voice to a seductive whisper.
“Three times, that man’s been me.”

 
    
Three times. Tonight and...when? She was
dying to know.

 
    
Then he was behind her, the warmth of his
body enveloping her, and he turned her to face the mirror. He grabbed her hand,
dragging her fingers down the front of her dress to the hem. Then he tugged it
up, the reflection revealing her inch by inch, and guided her to the crotch of
her satin underwear. She was hot and very, very wet, her thong soaked. And it
wasn’t a residual leftover from her encounter earlier in the evening.

 
    
“Knowing it was me makes you hot and wet,”
he murmured against her hair, “and you like it. You like knowing how hard I got
watching you.”

 
    
He was so damn right. She always wondered
about the men who watched her, who got hot and hard behind the glass. It added
an extra dollop of pleasure. Knowing it was Jud gave her an immense power rush
that made her squirm against him.

 
    
But the man was getting a little too
arrogant. “If you were watching, then you know just how big an act you have to
follow. Are you up”—she puckered her mouth around the word—“to it?”

 
    
His reflection smiled at her. “I did notice
you had to tell your pupils what to do.” He licked her ear, sending a shiver
straight to her clit. “Wouldn’t it be nice if someone figured out what you
wanted all on his own?”

 
    
His husky voice and those hot hands were
getting to her, but she liked having control, too. Pivoting, she put her palm
to his pants. He was thick, hard, and she turned the tables on him. “Have you
forgotten what we came up here for? I’m going to give you the most proper blow
job you’ve ever gotten,” she told him. She’d have him screaming and begging.

 
    
He cupped the back of her neck and dragged
her close, his lips coming down on hers in a crushing kiss. She opened, gave
him entry, and sucked his tongue. He tasted of malt, though she hadn’t seen him
drink, laced with the subtle flavor of her peach champagne. As if he’d already
partaken of her. She rose to her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck.

 
    
God, he tasted good. He met every thrust,
and did her one better. Her nipples peaked with nothing but the brush of his
chest against hers and his tongue in her mouth. She was breathless by the time
she eased back onto her heels.

 
    
“No kissing,” she whispered. It wasn’t a
rule she had for the club, it was just something she didn’t do. Somehow,
kissing was more intimate than all the others things she’d done. And while she
adored sex, she wasn’t keen on total intimacy. That wasn’t what she wanted from
her visits to the club.

 
    
His eyes were dark as he searched her face,
then dropped his gaze to her lips. “Oh yes, we’re going to kiss.”

 
    
He took her mouth and allowed no battle for
control. He turned her knees to jelly, and she clutched his arms to steady
herself. When he pulled back, her lips felt utterly devoured.

 
    
He was very good, and her body demanded
more. Holding onto him, she angled herself so that she could see them together
in the mirror. A flush had risen to her skin, making her glow. His dark hair
was out of place where she’d run her fingers through it. Beneath the fitted
tux, desire was written in every line of his body.

 
    
Then he bent his head again, capturing her
with a barely there kiss, and eclipsing the sight in the mirror.

 
    
“Take off your panties,” he murmured
against her lips.

 
    
His words in the bar came back to her. A
proper blow job was one in which a woman so enjoyed what she was doing that she
came. Suddenly, she wanted that
proper
blow job more than she’d ever wanted anything. She wanted to bring Jud McCord
to his knees. Raising her dress, she slipped her panties down her legs, never
taking her eyes off him despite the mirror in the periphery of her vision.

 
    
When she straightened, he grabbed her chin,
holding her gently. “Tell me you love knowing it was me who watched you.”

 
    
She closed her eyes, seeing herself impaled
by her two virile young lovers. Then she visualized Jud on the other side of
the mirror, watching her every move, his whole focus on her. And God yes, the
image made her tremble. He wanted her. The knowledge seduced her completely.

 
    
“Yes, I like it.”

 
    
Satisfaction flickered in that dark gaze of
his, then he reached for his zipper.

 
    
Melody’s question was answered. No boxers,
no briefs. Commando. The head of his cock already glistened with moisture.
Stacy dropped to her knees before him.

 
    
“You’re beautiful.” The words slipped from
her with awe.

 
    
“And you’re a thing of beauty down on your
knees. In that position, a woman holds all the power.”

 
    
So true. She held him in the palm of her
hand, slowly wrapping her fingers around him. She took one last glance at the
sexy image in the mirror before she bent to slip him into her mouth. His
unique, salty flavor burst on her tongue. She drank, savoring the beads of
come. His musky male scent rose to cloud her mind. This was Jud. God, it was
Jud
. His taste and scent seduced her in
ways she’d never imagined. He cupped her face in both hands, his fingers
deliciously rough on her cheeks, and guided her to take his full length. But he
was too big. When she’d taken as much as she could, she let him glide from her
lips, sucking on him as she drew back.