reason. Before
I know what’s happening, the car door opens and a strong arm swoops around me,
yanking me in.
Gabe has me splayed across the seat within seconds, his
body caging mine, and his woodsy scent putting me even more off-balance.
“You look incredible,” his low voice purrs in my ear.
“Not for long.” I feign disgust, fighting his hold, even
though there is no place I’d rather be. “You’re messing me up.”
“Impossible,” he says, pulling me up with him as he leans
back on the seat.
“So now are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I
huff.
“Why? Nervous?” he asks with unabashed mischief in his
eyes.
“A little,” I admit.
“Let’s keep it a mystery just a bit longer. This is an
adventure, remember?”
Gabe moves over to the limo bar where there’s chilled
champagne. He expertly pops the top and fills our glasses.
“Let’s enjoy this time together before you have a harem of
men to choose from.”
Okay, where the hell is he taking me?
“I have a hard time believing that you’d come in second to
anyone,” I tell him honestly.
“You haven’t seen this place,” he says, handing me a glass
before raising his in a toast. “To sexual adventures,” he says with a
clink to my glass.
I lift mine in response. “The very best kind.”
Gabe sits close, drinking his champagne and running a
finger along my thigh. I could skip this whole thing and just stay here, with
him, all night.
“Okay, we’re almost there,” he says, and my tummy turns
with nerves. “You just have to do one more thing before we go in.”
“Okay,” I say. “What?”
Gabe then leans down in front of me and slides his hands up
my dress. His touch is warm and rough all at the same time. It’s so fucking
good. Better than a hot bath, or ice cream, or even coming home to Max at the
end of a hard day. It is lust and comfort tangled together. My hands grip onto
his hard shoulders, and my legs turn to jelly. His fingers ghost over my
panties, now wet with need. He looks up at me, his eyes hooded, before he hooks
his fingers around the tiny strings at my hips. Then he pulls.
Yep, definitely do NOT want to get out of this
limo.
He slides my panties down my legs and tucks them in my
pocket while I pray for car trouble, or gridlock, or anything that will keep us
right here.
“Now you’re ready,” he whispers in my ear before taking a
little nibble. And with that, we pull to a stop. Gabe takes my hand, opens the
door, and leads me out into the night.
Toward a building with a small sign, which reads: Venus .
Chapter 10
We walk into a grand
foyer—elegant really. It’s dimly lit by the sconces on the ivory walls and
fragrant white lilies fill the air. Gabe leads me through a dark velvet curtain
along the outer wall to a small room, almost like a sanctuary. There are
candles everywhere and a large sculpture of a nude woman.
“It’s Venus,” Gabe says.
Hence the name, I guess, but weird all the same. Venus
watches over us and we approach.
Weirder.
Then Gabe reaches in his pocket, pulls out my panties, and
drops them at the statue’s feet.
Weirdest.
“What the fu—”
“Don’t freak out, Stevie.” Gabe pulls me in close. “It just
a fun tradition. Making an offering to Venus—you know, Goddess of Love, Sex,
Beauty.”
“Yes, I’m somewhat up on my Roman mythology,” I say. “But I
don’t know, that’s creepy.”
Gabe leans in and brushes his lips along my jaw, stopping
at my ear. “It’s a place of fantasy, baby. Just go with it. I promise you will
not be let down.”
Go with it, he says. But I
wondered: Could I? Should I?
Then Gabe gives me the eyes. Then the lips, the chest, and
the abs. Not to mention the tight bum and impressive bulge behind his zipper.
How could I possibly say no to him?
I follow that tight bum down a hallway that opens into a
huge room. It could very easily be a nightclub—if it weren’t for the half-naked
people
I know what’s happening, the car door opens and a strong arm swoops around me,
yanking me in.
Gabe has me splayed across the seat within seconds, his
body caging mine, and his woodsy scent putting me even more off-balance.
“You look incredible,” his low voice purrs in my ear.
“Not for long.” I feign disgust, fighting his hold, even
though there is no place I’d rather be. “You’re messing me up.”
“Impossible,” he says, pulling me up with him as he leans
back on the seat.
“So now are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I
huff.
“Why? Nervous?” he asks with unabashed mischief in his
eyes.
“A little,” I admit.
“Let’s keep it a mystery just a bit longer. This is an
adventure, remember?”
Gabe moves over to the limo bar where there’s chilled
champagne. He expertly pops the top and fills our glasses.
“Let’s enjoy this time together before you have a harem of
men to choose from.”
Okay, where the hell is he taking me?
“I have a hard time believing that you’d come in second to
anyone,” I tell him honestly.
“You haven’t seen this place,” he says, handing me a glass
before raising his in a toast. “To sexual adventures,” he says with a
clink to my glass.
I lift mine in response. “The very best kind.”
Gabe sits close, drinking his champagne and running a
finger along my thigh. I could skip this whole thing and just stay here, with
him, all night.
“Okay, we’re almost there,” he says, and my tummy turns
with nerves. “You just have to do one more thing before we go in.”
“Okay,” I say. “What?”
Gabe then leans down in front of me and slides his hands up
my dress. His touch is warm and rough all at the same time. It’s so fucking
good. Better than a hot bath, or ice cream, or even coming home to Max at the
end of a hard day. It is lust and comfort tangled together. My hands grip onto
his hard shoulders, and my legs turn to jelly. His fingers ghost over my
panties, now wet with need. He looks up at me, his eyes hooded, before he hooks
his fingers around the tiny strings at my hips. Then he pulls.
Yep, definitely do NOT want to get out of this
limo.
He slides my panties down my legs and tucks them in my
pocket while I pray for car trouble, or gridlock, or anything that will keep us
right here.
“Now you’re ready,” he whispers in my ear before taking a
little nibble. And with that, we pull to a stop. Gabe takes my hand, opens the
door, and leads me out into the night.
Toward a building with a small sign, which reads: Venus .
Chapter 10
We walk into a grand
foyer—elegant really. It’s dimly lit by the sconces on the ivory walls and
fragrant white lilies fill the air. Gabe leads me through a dark velvet curtain
along the outer wall to a small room, almost like a sanctuary. There are
candles everywhere and a large sculpture of a nude woman.
“It’s Venus,” Gabe says.
Hence the name, I guess, but weird all the same. Venus
watches over us and we approach.
Weirder.
Then Gabe reaches in his pocket, pulls out my panties, and
drops them at the statue’s feet.
Weirdest.
“What the fu—”
“Don’t freak out, Stevie.” Gabe pulls me in close. “It just
a fun tradition. Making an offering to Venus—you know, Goddess of Love, Sex,
Beauty.”
“Yes, I’m somewhat up on my Roman mythology,” I say. “But I
don’t know, that’s creepy.”
Gabe leans in and brushes his lips along my jaw, stopping
at my ear. “It’s a place of fantasy, baby. Just go with it. I promise you will
not be let down.”
Go with it, he says. But I
wondered: Could I? Should I?
Then Gabe gives me the eyes. Then the lips, the chest, and
the abs. Not to mention the tight bum and impressive bulge behind his zipper.
How could I possibly say no to him?
I follow that tight bum down a hallway that opens into a
huge room. It could very easily be a nightclub—if it weren’t for the half-naked
people
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