Her Wanton Ways [Notorious Nephilim 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Carolyn Rosewood Page B

welcome.” She should tell him. But he might assume she was in league with him if she did. The guilt coursing through her body was worse than any feeling she could imagine at that moment. She shivered again.
    “Are you cold? Want to go back indoors?”
    She didn’t want to, but suddenly felt exposed and vulnerable outdoors, as if Scott were hiding in the trees with a telephoto lens, just waiting to ruin this resort and discredit her.
    “Yes, let’s go back inside. There are plenty of places inside the resort I haven’t seen yet. Will you give me a tour?”
    She smiled into Cristian’s face, and the lust rolling off him nearly knocked her to the ground. Erotic images of them naked and fucking in front of a roaring fire filled her head. Her nipples tingled, and her clit began to throb. She didn’t want to worry about what Scott might or might not do. She wanted to have fun with this gorgeous man on her arm.
    “Would you like to see the billiards room?” he asked. “Last year we decided to close the nightclub because it wasn’t very popular anymore, and we’re building a billiards room in its place.”
    “I’d love to see it. Could we play a game as well?”
    Cristian’s laugh was easy and carefree. “If you want to be humiliated by my expertise, sure.”
    “Oh really? You know, I just happen to be pretty good.”
    “We’ll see about that.”
    The billiards room was the size of a dance hall, tucked into a corner of the basement. Most of the pool tables were still covered with thick plastic. Racks of cue sticks lined the walls. At one end, a gleaming mahogany bar ran the entire length of the room.
    Cristian pointed to an area walled off by large sheets of plastic. “Over there we plan to put in card tables.”
    Joelle walked around an uncovered pool table and ran her hand over the green felt. “Why do you not advertise? Seems to me an attraction like this would rake in the dough.”
    “Like I said, we don’t want the wrong kind of attention. Our guests are our best advertisement. We’re always full.”
    She spun to face him. “Really? That’s amazing.”
    Cristian grinned in a way that made her panties flood. “Word gets around.”
    The room was so quiet she could hear him breathing. “When do you plan to open this?”
    “We’re at least six months away. Finding contractors to trust has proven to be a challenge. It wasn’t always like that.”
    “Why is no one working today?”
    Cristian grinned. “They don’t work on Saturdays or Sundays.”
    Joelle laughed. “I’ve totally lost track of time. It’s Saturday, isn’t it?”
    “Yes.”
    “That means we won’t be disturbed down here, right?” She slipped her arms around Cristian’s waist, moaning softly as she pressed against his erection.
    His grin lit up the room. “Joelle Albright, you are a wicked woman. Or is this just a ploy so I won’t beat you at a game of pool?”
    “Are you complaining about my wickedness?”
    He shook his head. “Not even close.” He bent his head to kiss her and fireworks exploded inside Joelle’s head. The man knew how to use his lips and tongue. She opened her lips and rolled her tongue against his. His scent filled her head until nothing else existed.
    She caressed his hair and back then grabbed his ass and giggled into his open mouth. He responded by grinding his bulge against her until she was ready to explode with need. He released her mouth and pulled off her sweater set in one fluid motion. She was glad she’d worn her lacy bra when he caressed her nipples through the fabric.
    “Joelle, you excite me beyond all reason.”
    She smiled at him and reached behind to unhook her bra. As it fell to the floor, she pulled his jacket off and then removed his shirt and undershirt. Goose bumps broke out all over her body but not from being cold. She’d never had sex in a place where there was the potential of being caught by someone, and the excitement coursing through her body was like nothing she’d