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

moved to the riser beside the high,
sturdy, four-poster bed, and confronted the reflection in the strategically
placed mirror. Examining it, she discovered the glass was made of tiles, placed
so expertly the seams were almost invisible. Everything done on that bed could
be viewed by the participants, but unlike the rooms she’d been in, this mirror
wasn’t a window affording someone else a vista of the bed. What took place in
this room was for the pleasure of the occupants only.
           Just the two of them. Somehow that put more
importance on the whole episode. What did Jud expect from her?
           “I’ve watched you.”
           She hadn’t even heard him enter, but the
door was closed behind him, and he’d crossed to the end of the bed.
           “Watched me?” She could only repeat what he
said.
           He shrugged. “You asked why I chose tonight
to tell you I want you. Because I was watching you and your young men, and you’ve
got me so hard I can’t ignore it anymore.”
           She’d always liked the awareness of being
seen by an invisible lover. But knowing it was Jud who’d watched, Jud who got
hot and hard? Her panties dampened, her breath caught in her throat, and a
thrill skated down her spine.
           But she couldn’t let that sudden kick give
him the upper hand. “You should have told me.”
           He angled his head, regarded her a moment.
“Why?”
           “It was an invasion of my privacy.”
           “You didn’t ask for privacy. You asked for
a room that had a two-way mirror.” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “In
fact, you’ve come alone to perform for whoever was behind the mirror. You never
specified who it should be.” He dropped his voice to a seductive whisper.
“Three times, that man’s been me.”
           Three times. Tonight and...when? She was
dying to know.
           Then he was behind her, the warmth of his
body enveloping her, and he turned her to face the mirror. He grabbed her hand,
dragging her fingers down the front of her dress to the hem. Then he tugged it
up, the reflection revealing her inch by inch, and guided her to the crotch of
her satin underwear. She was hot and very, very wet, her thong soaked. And it
wasn’t a residual leftover from her encounter earlier in the evening.
           “Knowing it was me makes you hot and wet,”
he murmured against her hair, “and you like it. You like knowing how hard I got
watching you.”
           He was so damn right. She always wondered
about the men who watched her, who got hot and hard behind the glass. It added
an extra dollop of pleasure. Knowing it was Jud gave her an immense power rush
that made her squirm against him.
           But the man was getting a little too
arrogant. “If you were watching, then you know just how big an act you have to
follow. Are you up”—she puckered her mouth around the word—“to it?”
           His reflection smiled at her. “I did notice
you had to tell your pupils what to do.” He licked her ear, sending a shiver
straight to her clit. “Wouldn’t it be nice if someone figured out what you
wanted all on his own?”
           His husky voice and those hot hands were
getting to her, but she liked having control, too. Pivoting, she put her palm
to his pants. He was thick, hard, and she turned the tables on him. “Have you
forgotten what we came up here for? I’m going to give you the most proper blow
job you’ve ever gotten,” she told him. She’d have him screaming and begging.
           He cupped the back of her neck and dragged
her close, his lips coming down on hers in a crushing kiss. She opened, gave
him entry, and sucked his tongue. He tasted of malt, though she hadn’t seen him
drink, laced with the subtle flavor of her peach champagne. As if he’d already
partaken of her. She rose to her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck.
           God, he tasted good. He met