The Invitation

The Invitation

(The Invitation Series prequel)

by Roxy Sloane

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

Most
men don’t realize, it takes more than a big dick and a hard, deep
fuck to make a woman come. She climaxes with her mind as much as
her body.

Us guys, we’re easy. It doesn’t matter if
it’s a gripped hand, or a wet, empty mouth, or the tight slide of a
damp and eager pussy. Give us friction and speed and you’ll get us
there, every time.

But a woman’s orgasm is an art. It takes
finesse. And I’m the world-class master of making women come.

How many times have you been there, so close
to the edge, unable to let go and surrender to the pleasure? How
many nights did you wish you could shut your brain off and lose
yourself in the slide of damp skin and the demands of his hard,
thrusting cock?

The secret is, you shouldn’t have to shut it
off. Your imagination is the most powerful erogenous zone of all.
More sensitive than those tight, aching nipples. More pleasurable
than those rhythmic strokes, slow against your throbbing clit.

Fantasy. Seduction. Your deepest, darkest
desires.

It’s all locked away, waiting to be awoken.
To be teased into life, made real with hard flesh and pounding
blood and whispered, filthy words that make your thighs clench and
your stomach twist and your slick, needy cunt ache to be
filled.

What would you do if nobody was watching?
How would you want it if you could have any fantasy fulfilled?

I promise you now, I’ll take you there.

I’ll find your secret pleasure. I’ll bring
those wicked dreams to life. And when you’re begging for me, your
body aching with desire, so close to the edge you can’t speak, or
think, or even breathe because you need my cock pounding deep
inside you so bad...

Then you’ll understand what it really means
to come undone. Body and mind.

The most exhilarating, sensual ride of your
life.

Are you ready to play?

ONE

JUSTINE

It’s the last night of law school and I know
one thing for sure: I’m not leaving until I’ve seduced Ashton
Pierce.

I sneak a look across the table at him.
There’s a whole group of us out to dinner to celebrate: future
lawyers like me, and a bunch of guys from his MBA program too, but
as usual, he’s the only one I notice.

Damn, he’s sexy.

It’s no secret that Ash is the hottest guy
on campus. He sets hearts fluttering and panties dropping with just
a look of those intense blue eyes -- and the rest of him is just as
devastating. Dark hair. Square-cut chiseled jaw. A lean, muscular
body that looks just as good in his wardrobe of crisp shirts and
dark denim as it does out of them.

And did I mention he’s British too? I swear,
I could come just from listening to him talk, and I’m not the only
one. His reputation is legendary, he’s scored with almost every
girl on campus, and they all promise he’s the best lay they’ve ever
had. In fact, there’s only one person with a reputation that even
comes close.

Me.

It’s why we’re such good friends. He loves
how I give as good as I get. No bullshit, just real talk. The first
night we met at a local bar, we were both with other dates, but by
the end of the night, it was just the two of us in the corner
booth, trading war-stories and drinking each other under the table
until the bartender threw us out.

We made a pact then and there that we’d just
be friends, no awkward fling to screw things up. It made sense at
the time. I was too focused on kicking ass in law school to deal
with a relationship, and he was relishing his freedom away from all
his responsibilities back home in England. Casual hook-ups are a
dime a dozen in law school, but a real friend? That was something
worth holding on to.

And I have done, for two whole years. Now
Ash is pretty much the closest person in my life -- and I’m going
out of my mind with wanting him.

“I think I’m going to call it a night.”
Scott, the guy sitting beside me gets to his feet. “I’ve got an
early interview in the morning.”

“Come on!” I exclaim. “Live a little.”

“It’s a jungle out there,” he shakes his
head. “Eager new associates are everything. That shiny new law
degree won’t mean a thing if we can’t find a job.”

“Or pass the bar exam.” Another classmate
sighs, looking stressed.

“C’mon,” I cheer, trying to rouse them. “The
real world can wait. Tonight, we celebrate making it through the
toughest, most sleep-deprived, hardcore three years of our
lives!”

The others cheer and toast, and I feel a
surge of pride. I still can’t believe I’ve made it this far. I
busted my ass in high-school, worked nights and weekends to get
myself through college, and now I’m about to graduate from one of
the best law schools in the country.

Not bad for a kid from Chino.

Scott lingers, leaning down to whisper. “You
want to walk me back?” he asks.

“I thought you had an early start,” I
tease.

He grins. “Not too early. What do you
say?”

His hand caresses my shoulder. I pause.
We’ve hooked up a couple of times this year, and it’s been fun, but
tonight, there’s only one guy I’m thinking about.

The one I’m always thinking about, even when
I won’t admit it to myself.

“I think I’m going to stay out, get a couple
more drinks,” I tell him. “Good luck.”

Scott grins, “You too.”

He saunters off -- and gets intercepted by a
girl from our Con Law class by the door. Yeah, Scott won’t be
crying into his pillow tonight. At least, not unless that girl is
way kinkier than she seems.

I turn back to the table. It’s late, and
there’s only a small group of us left in the pizza place. Ash
catches my eye. He raises his eyebrow, nodding to Scott.

I shrug, and give him a mysterious smile. I
take another sip of beer, looking casual, but inside, my heart is
racing.

Shit, I’m really going to do this.

I’ve been planning it in the back of my mind
all week, ever since it finally hit me that tonight’s my last
chance with him. Come tomorrow, Ash will be heading back to England
for the summer, and I’ll be working 24/7 trying to prove myself at
the new firm. No more late-night study sessions in the library, or
early-morning greasy pancakes at the diner down the street.

No more
us
.

All the reasons against making a move have
suddenly disappeared into thin air, and there’s no ignoring it
anymore.

I want him so much I could scream.

I look back. Ash gives me one of those
panty-melting grins, and I feel a shot of lust go straight between
my thighs. I shift in my seat, already damp through my good-luck
black lace panties.

He doesn’t know what I’ve got planned for
him yet.

There’s a beat, then Ash gets up and comes
to slide into the seat right beside me. “You know, JJ, there’s a
1996 cabernet still on the table,” he points out, greeting me with
the nickname only he uses.

“I’ll take my Bud, thanks.”

“Philistine,” he teases, his blue eyes
flashing.

“Rich snob,” I shoot back with a grin. This
is our thing. He’s been trying to school me in fancy wines since
the night we first met, but I’m happy with beer or whiskey. I
decided a long time ago I wasn’t going to waste time pretending to
be someone I’m not.

“So how does it feel, Miss Future Big-Shot
Lawyer?” Ash asks, lounging back in his seat.

“Fucking fantastic,” I grin. “My mom is so
proud, she managed to get time off work to come up for
graduation.”

“That’s great.” Ash replies. “My dad just
left me a voicemail. ‘I hope now that your foolish vacation is
over, you’ll be returning to take care of your duties,’” he mimics
in an upper-crust tone.

I give his arm a sympathetic squeeze -- and
try not to get distracted by the feel of his bicep. “Like an MBA is
a vacation,” I snort.

“To my family, it’s like I ran off to join
the circus.” Ash sighs, looking downcast.

He comes from a rich, aristocratic family in
England, the kind that has estates and companies and is in line to
inherit the throne. If a freak accident wipes out half the royal
family, that is. Other guys would be lording it up around campus
with a background like that, but Ash keeps it under wraps. He’s
under a ton of pressure to follow in his father’s footsteps, when
really he wants to strike out on his own.

I grew up in a two-room apartment above a
Chinese takeout place, not a castle, but I know how he feels,
wanting to break free from the past. It’s one of the reasons we
understand each other so well.

“Enough pouting -- not that you don’t have
the cutest little pout,” I add, squeezing his lips together like
I’m petting a baby.

He laughs, batting my hand away. “Watch it,
woman.”

“Make me.” I laugh.

He grabs my wrist. Our eyes catch.
Damn
. Heat rushes through me at his firm grip, and I swear,
I see the glitter of desire in his eyes. Or maybe it’s just wishful
thinking, because Ash sounds totally casual as he releases me and
gets to his feet.

“What do you say we blow this joint? The
night is young.”

“I’m with you,” I say, reaching for my
purse.

I want him so bad.

TWO

ASH

Fuck, she looks good tonight.

Not that JJ doesn’t always look good, but
tonight she’s gone from smoking hot to burn-the-roof-down sexy. Her
dirty blonde hair is tousled, her brown eyes are filled with
mischief, and she’s wearing this little black dress that makes me
want to eat her alive -- starting between those creamy thighs.

I hold the door open for her on the way into
the bar. For the millionth time, I wish I could travel back in time
to the night we first met. I should have ditched the dumb date I
was with, taken JJ home and spent the next seventy-two hours in bed
pushing that lush body to the limits until she was begging for
mercy.

Instead, I took the sucker’s way out. I made
a pact I’ve regretted every damn day for the last two years.

Just friends? What the hell was I
thinking?

That the last thing you wanted was a
girlfriend.

True enough. I didn’t realize then that JJ
was different than the other girls. She doesn’t give a shit about
my money or title, or the English accent that has co-eds spreading
their legs faster than I can say, “How do you do?”

She’s special. Bold. Exciting. Sexy as
hell.

And completely unattainable.

I watch her walk ahead of me through the
crowd, her hips swaying with every strut. That walk should be
illegal. Already, I’m hard, and we’ve only just arrived. How the
hell am I going to deal with spending the rest of the night alone
with her when all I want to do is fuck her senseless until she’s
screaming my name?

The same way a porcupine screws
. The
old joke pops into my head and I chuckle.

Very, very carefully.

JJ turns around at my laugh. “What’s so
funny?”

“Nothing. Just the idea that they’re giving
you a diploma,” I cover with a grin.

“Hey!” JJ hits me lightly in the stomach. I
tense. “Well, hello?” she licks her lips. “Someone’s been working
out.”

“All recreational, I promise.” I grin. “I
bench-press a hundred pounds every night... in bed.”

She laughs. “You know, all this talk about
your stamina makes me think you’re protesting too much. It’s OK if
you’ve got impulse issues,” she coos, fake sympathetic. “I won’t
tell.”

I clench my jaw. I’ll show her how good my
stamina is: when she’s pinned down with her legs spread and my dick
stroking deep inside her.

But JJ’s already turned away. She leans over
the bar, flashing a glimpse of that show-stopping cleavage. The
bartender comes running.

“Two whiskeys,” she orders.

“Make them doubles,” I add. I need to take
the edge off.

JJ smirks. “I like a man with ambition.”

The bartender slides them over. I pay, and
head to a quiet booth in the corner. Heads turn as we go, but as
many girls as there are checking me out, even more guys are
drooling over JJ. I don’t blame them, I’m just jealous as hell.
She’s made it clear from Day One, she’s not interested in me like
that.

How’s that for irony? I can screw every girl
on campus except the one woman who’s driving me out of my mind just
walking across the room.