of her lips. Over and over his touch teased and taunted her as she panted in response. When he slipped his finger into her mouth, she sucked ferociously, and he felt his control waver. He brought his mouth down onto hers then, no longer able to resist, and the connection was all consuming.
Pinning her arms, his mouth started to explore her. His tongue ran up and down her neck. She wriggled and arched her back in an attempt to free herself so she could touch him, but his grip was firm, it was time for payback. His lips were on her skin, kissing her neck, nipping it, sucking it…but he was careful not to mark her. His fingers grazed and teased her breasts, her hardened nipples tight under his touch.
He just couldn’t get enough of her as he suddenly let her arms go. His mouth moved to suck hard on first one hardened nipple before moving to the next as she screamed his name, begging him, bucking wildly. He pushed her legs apart and slipped his fingers inside.
He watched Siena, almost out of her mind with the need for release as her hips moved to the increasing rhythm of his fingers. At her peak, at last he plunged inside her. The sensation was exquisite as she thrust to meet him, their bodies totally in tune. Moving frantically, he pushed deeper and deeper inside until he felt his mind disconnect as his body exploded, and he was adrift…Their climax took them to heights neither of them had felt before…and they were both lost. Slippery with sweat, they lay entwined, and for that moment nothing else existed.
Chapter 9
THE BRAILLE CLUB
Braille Club, London, Present Day: Braille members mix with Harrison members within Caligo, which is not only a weekend night club; it also hosts numerous entertainment functions mid-week. London is a vibrant city that likes to party and the club is always busy. Members mingle with city bankers, whose companies provide them with Harrison’s Memberships as one of the many perks of their job. Deals are often struck with their prominent clients whilst playing the tables on their corporate casino nights. Being bankers, the money is not theirs; therefore the risk is only to their pride. Nevertheless, stakes are high with winnings being used later in the charity auction. Competition is fierce, and egos clash. Tension fills the room as the players outdo each other and bids become reckless. The manager with the most chips always takes the star prize for their client and their victory does not go unnoticed. Poor losers, their colleagues simmer as they lick their wounds, leaving them hungry for more…just like the Braille members waiting for their key to vibrate.
Abbey
Abbey’s motives for joining The Braille Club were mixed and bordered on desperation as her footballer husband’s string of affairs had left her broken and humiliated. She was attractive—gorgeous in fact—but when it came to her husband, it didn’t seem to matter how thin she was or how beautiful she looked. Remembering his most recent betrayal plastered all over the media, she felt hot tears on her cheeks and brushed them away angrily.
She had told Steve she needed time to think. She should have thrown him out, but just couldn’t muster up the energy. He was away with the team, and it was a blessing. Steve was contrite and pleading, promising her these women meant nothing to him, and in a way she believed him. He had no idea why he kept doing it, only that he loved her and would she give him yet another chance.
In turmoil, Abbey felt totally numb. Her friends had been so supportive the first time the news broke of an affair. They rallied around her, giving her a shoulder to cry on and making sure her wine glass was never empty. The second time affair allegations hit the papers they were more reserved, and gently recommended a good divorce lawyer, telling her he was a serial adulterer, and she should cut her losses.
When this final humiliation came, they had screamed,
Pinning her arms, his mouth started to explore her. His tongue ran up and down her neck. She wriggled and arched her back in an attempt to free herself so she could touch him, but his grip was firm, it was time for payback. His lips were on her skin, kissing her neck, nipping it, sucking it…but he was careful not to mark her. His fingers grazed and teased her breasts, her hardened nipples tight under his touch.
He just couldn’t get enough of her as he suddenly let her arms go. His mouth moved to suck hard on first one hardened nipple before moving to the next as she screamed his name, begging him, bucking wildly. He pushed her legs apart and slipped his fingers inside.
He watched Siena, almost out of her mind with the need for release as her hips moved to the increasing rhythm of his fingers. At her peak, at last he plunged inside her. The sensation was exquisite as she thrust to meet him, their bodies totally in tune. Moving frantically, he pushed deeper and deeper inside until he felt his mind disconnect as his body exploded, and he was adrift…Their climax took them to heights neither of them had felt before…and they were both lost. Slippery with sweat, they lay entwined, and for that moment nothing else existed.
Chapter 9
THE BRAILLE CLUB
Braille Club, London, Present Day: Braille members mix with Harrison members within Caligo, which is not only a weekend night club; it also hosts numerous entertainment functions mid-week. London is a vibrant city that likes to party and the club is always busy. Members mingle with city bankers, whose companies provide them with Harrison’s Memberships as one of the many perks of their job. Deals are often struck with their prominent clients whilst playing the tables on their corporate casino nights. Being bankers, the money is not theirs; therefore the risk is only to their pride. Nevertheless, stakes are high with winnings being used later in the charity auction. Competition is fierce, and egos clash. Tension fills the room as the players outdo each other and bids become reckless. The manager with the most chips always takes the star prize for their client and their victory does not go unnoticed. Poor losers, their colleagues simmer as they lick their wounds, leaving them hungry for more…just like the Braille members waiting for their key to vibrate.
Abbey
Abbey’s motives for joining The Braille Club were mixed and bordered on desperation as her footballer husband’s string of affairs had left her broken and humiliated. She was attractive—gorgeous in fact—but when it came to her husband, it didn’t seem to matter how thin she was or how beautiful she looked. Remembering his most recent betrayal plastered all over the media, she felt hot tears on her cheeks and brushed them away angrily.
She had told Steve she needed time to think. She should have thrown him out, but just couldn’t muster up the energy. He was away with the team, and it was a blessing. Steve was contrite and pleading, promising her these women meant nothing to him, and in a way she believed him. He had no idea why he kept doing it, only that he loved her and would she give him yet another chance.
In turmoil, Abbey felt totally numb. Her friends had been so supportive the first time the news broke of an affair. They rallied around her, giving her a shoulder to cry on and making sure her wine glass was never empty. The second time affair allegations hit the papers they were more reserved, and gently recommended a good divorce lawyer, telling her he was a serial adulterer, and she should cut her losses.
When this final humiliation came, they had screamed,
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