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He pushed Noah further into the dark den and grabbed my hand to tug me along.
     

 
     

    Every part of this evening had been a surprise; turning me from bookish scientist to wanton, weak-kneed slut. I had no control over my transformation, and I hoped tonight would change me forever. I wished the outside world wasn’t so uptight. That everywhere was as honest as Circotica. Being sexy, and blatantly obvious how horny we were, was refreshing. Our needs weren’t hidden behind falseness. I had a feeling this experience would teach me what I’d never let myself contemplate. I liked sex. I liked the thrill… the chase… the catch… the temptation.
    My eyes shot wide as the realization slammed into me.
    I liked Noah.
    Every time we circled each other in awkwardness made me aware of him, and yet, I convinced myself I barely tolerated him, when in reality, I’d been waiting for him to jump me. Had he been waiting for the same thing? Subconsciously aware of each other, but so conditioned by society that raw, animalistic need wasn’t proper.
    Never again. My inner minx was free and no way would I chain her up—unless a sexy man was doing it, of course. Noah was wrong. We would talk about this again. And again. And again.
    Shit, I wanted to scrapbook tonight. Steal a mirror as a memento and dress myself in candy floss.
    We exited the corridor, and my entire body revved into red-hot chills. This is—wow! Carson let my hand go as I drifted forward, blinking at the splendour.
    “Pretty. Isn’t it?” His voice was guttural, reacting to the room. The place where he’d fuck me and make me spend the best one hundred and fifty dollars in my life.
    “I don’t think pretty is the right word.” My heart jumped. Was that my voice? That sex-kitten, low tenor that urged men to attack me.
    Noah’s body pressed against mine from behind and my stomach somersaulted. “I’d call it carnal. Mind-blowing. The best room I’ve ever seen.” He bit the side of my neck sending shockwaves down my spine.
    I had to agree. Noah’s fantasy had truly come life. If he wanted to watch, he’d have a hard time looking away with this many reflective surfaces.
    Every inch was covered in mirrors. Each panel was about a metre wide and soared to the ceiling giving the illusion we stood in the centre of a many faceted polygon.
    The ceiling was mirrored. The floor was mirrored. Even the chandelier hanging from the ceiling with its fake candles was mirror and crystal.
    And in the centre of the room was a king-size bed with snowy satin sheets.
    Carson prowled to the bedside cabinet and flicked a switch. Instantly, music rained from speakers all around us. Coaxing, whispering, making love to me with strands of notes.
    “What is that?” I asked, trying to pinpoint the sultry, heady music.
    Carson’s lips tugged into a half smile. “The soundtrack that will get you off better than you ever have before.” He held out a hand, and I placed mine in it. He tugged sharply; I tumbled against him.
    That was a good enough answer for me.
    Noah came forward, his presence electrifying me from behind. I looked in front to the mirrors capturing our every move. Noah’s swirling green and slightly hazel eyes locked on mine as he reached forward and cupped the back of my neck.
    Wait… was there no lead in? Did we just jump straight to it? What am I on about? I wanted to jump straight to it. I couldn’t have handled small talk. Not now. Not with my blood pounding and my inner thighs burning.
    Carson’s amethyst eyes scorched me as he leaned in to capture my mouth. We kissed staring deep into each other. I felt as if he could read my every dark wish the way he drank me.
    Noah reached around and cupped my breast again, squeezing with dexterous fingers. He murmured, “I’ve wanted to touch you since you dropped spaghetti sauce all over the kitchen and cleaned it up in your bra.”
    I blinked. He’d seen that? I didn’t think he was home. I’d been splattered with