Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3 Read Online Free PDF

“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.
           
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           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