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  The assembly was one writhing mass of sexual activity. A rigid cock sinking into a warm, fleshy woman. A dress raised, fingers flying. A beating fist eating the length of a hard dick. A face buried deep in the folds of a lady’s pussy.

  “That’s what you do to them,” Brett said low at her ear. “You make them wild.” His words, his breath in her hair, his hot body turned her inside out. “You are their desire, and tonight, one lucky man in this room will pay a fortune to have you.”

  He stepped back and raised his voice to the room. “Gentlemen, determine your bids. Tender your offer on the note provided, put it in the envelope, and seal it.”

  She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Trust me. Part of her knew he wouldn’t force her to take the winner, but another piece wasn’t so sure. He thrilled and terrified her at the same time. Maybe those dueling emotions were exactly the kick he wanted to give her. Raise her excitement by raising the stakes.

  Brett held her close against him as order was restored and furious discussion within couples began. “I forgot to mention one small detail,” he said for her ears alone, his words a mere breath, his gaze fathomless. “Whoever wins the bid has to then fight me for you. And it’s going to be very bloody.”

  Her heart skipped a beat, another, then it soared. “You are such a Neanderthal.” She loved it. “And if one of those harpies tries to touch you, I’ll rip her arm off.”

  He blinked, slow and sensual. “I love a bloodthirsty woman.” Then he molded her hard against him, forcing her manacled hands against his chest, and delivered a deliciously hot, bruising kiss.

  Brett let her go as the two waiters carried a narrow wooden table to the center of the room and set it down just in front of her hitching post. That moniker made her laugh. Where did her devilish man come up with these things?

  A waiter collected the envelopes, then handed the stack to Brett. Virginia couldn’t tell which bid had come from which man. And she didn’t care. Brett could beat any of them at this game.

  “By the way, my wife chooses the winning bid.”

  Voices raised. “Hey, I thought it was the highest bid,” and “You can’t keep changing the rules.”

  Brett smiled, teeth bared. “There’s only one rule you need to abide by. And that is that I make all the rules.”

  He slit the first envelope and read. “Fifty thousand.” Then he ripped the paper in half and tossed it over his shoulder. “Idiot.”

  The next one. “One hundred fifty thousand.” He glanced up. “Better.” And placed it on the table. The third. “Seventy-five thousand.” He shook his head. “Loser.” He sent the card sailing across the room.

  She wanted to laugh. She wanted to throw herself at him.

  He slit another envelope and read. “Now this one I like.” He held it out for her to see. Five hundred thousand dollars. Some man was willing to pay half a million dollars for her. It was mind-blowing. Something squeezed her heart. The bid had to be from Brett. But what if it wasn’t?

  He opened the last, read, and made a sound like the bleep on a game show when the contestant screwed up the answer. “A paltry two hundred fifty thousand.”

  There was a commotion at the side door the waiters had been using. One of them entered carrying a box a foot tall.

  “It appears we have one more bid,” Brett told his audience.

  She counted up the envelopes. Five. Which covered all the men in the room. Except for Brett.

  There was a hush as the box was placed on the table.

  “Regina.”

  Her heart was trapped in her throat. “You do it.”

  He lifted the lid off the base. Virginia just stared. She couldn’t believe it. There sat her mother’s pirouetting ballerina. Her blue tutu made of porcelain-dipped lace seemed to twirl. The colors were still vibrant. And perfect. The figurine looked real right down to the cherubic bud of her lips.

  She put a trembling hand to her mouth. “How did you find it?”

  “It’s amazing what you can acquire when you’re willing to spend as much time as it takes and pay whatever price is asked.”

  His careful consideration brought a lump to her throat and tears to her eyes. From the moment he’d asked her what the missing ballet dancer looked like, he’d been planning to find it for her. He made her want to cry.

  “The choice is now yours, Regina.”

  He’d stacked the deck. He knew exactly which she’d pick. A pity she wouldn’t get to see him bloody anyone. She kind of liked the Neanderthal. But she loved Brett for being the man he was. A man with more hidden depths than she could ever have imagined. “You know which one.”

  “Say it.”

  “Your bid. The ballerina.”

  He tipped his head and gave her that adorable half smile. “It didn’t cost five hundred thousand dollars.”

  “It’s worth a lot more than that to me.” And Brett knew it.

  She handed him her gold braid leash. “And now, I have to do anything”—she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, demonstrating just how well she sucked—“and everything”—she pulled his hand down between her legs demonstrating just how wet she was—“my winner demands.”

  Chapter Nine

  “Would you really have made me to do one of those men?”

  He tossed her velvet cape to the carpet and secured the end of the leash around a bedpost. “You’ll never know, will you?”

  He’d wanted to drag her to the plush Persian carpet in front of his assembled bidders and fuck the hell out of her with those avaricious eyes on them. His mind had been screaming. Mine, mine, mine. It had taken all his control to lead her out, parade her through the halls of the club like the prize she was, and get her home.

  His balls ached with the effort of holding back. But he’d needed to make love to her in their bed, needed to push her to the limit in that bed. Without an audience. He wanted her to scream for him and him alone.

  Next time, he’d let her scream at the club.

  “Get on your hands and knees.” Still fully clothed except for his suit jacket, he crawled across the bed like a prowling jungle cat. “You are such an exhibitionist, and I think you need punishing.”

  She smiled, a sultry, promising smile, then did as he bade. The short length of chain between her confined wrists forced her to her elbows rather than her hands, pushing her pert ass high. When she’d done that in front of his guests, he’d almost ripped open his pants and impaled her. Almost. The rules he’d set up with Jud McCord to avoid any potential illegality resulting from the auction were exacting, and he’d expended too much effort choreographing the affair to take his pleasure of her before the main event. He’d wanted her to see how much other men would pay to have her for one night. And then he wanted her to know he’d commit violence rather than let any of them have her. Yet even that sweet suck had been almost too much. No lie, ten seconds in her mouth had him on the edge.

  Snugging up against her backside, he smoothed a hand along her side to cup one breast and possess a tight nipple. “Whose breasts are these?” he murmured.

  “Mine,” she whispered.

  He pinched lightly. “Wrong answer. They’re mine. And if I ever catch another man touching them, I’ll tear his fingers off.”

  She drew in a quick breath.

  Still crouched over her, he slid a hand up her thigh to the sweet wetness between her legs. “Whose pussy is this?”

  “Mine.”

  He barely heard her answer, but the clenching of her muscles as he entered her with two fingers filled his cock to the breaking point. “You are so wrong. Again. It’s mine. And I’ll slice off the dick of anyone who tries to enter.”

  She wanted possession, she wanted jealousy, she wanted an all-consuming need for her. And Brett wasn’t lying. The thought of another man taking her made him crazy.

  He rolled her to her back and slid down her body until his mouth rested just above her fragrant, beckoning pussy. Taking her clit with his tongue, he swirled around the little button
, then sucked it into his mouth. Her breath sighed from between her lips, the sounds of pleasure and need whispering across his skin. Then he raised his head to look at her. The bedside lamp illuminated her face and cast shadows across half her body.

  “Who’s clit is this?”

  She gazed at him over the slopes and valleys of her body. “Now that’s definitely got to be mine.”

  “I fear you need punishment”—he sucked her clit until she gasped—“to help you figure out the correct answers.”

  She drew her legs up and out, cradling him in the lee of her thighs. “What about touching myself?”

  “If I catch you sneaking off into the bathroom for a little midnight pleasure or I walk in on you fucking yourself on our bed”—he gave a bared-toothed grin much the same as he had back in The Sex Club—“there’ll be hell to pay, Virginia.”

  Christ, he was already planning the scenario. Virginia with her hands between her legs. Or a monstrous vibrator inside her. And his punishment. Tying her up so he could eat her for hours and make her come a thousand times. He pushed her legs wider, exposing every inch of her bounty and went at her clitoris. Beneath the onslaught, she writhed and moaned and bucked against him. His heart beat so rapidly in his chest he thought it might burst.

  “I’m going to fucking die if I don’t get inside you.”

  Rising to kneel between her legs, Brett ripped at his tie, his shirt, the front of his slacks. His clothing flew across the bedroom. In the one light from the side of the bed, Virginia watched him, her gaze a physical stroke down his chest to his cock rising from the nest of hair between his thighs.

  “Undo the chain,” she begged.

  “Break it. You damn well know you could have at any time tonight.”

  “I don’t want you to ruin your lovely gifts.”

  “I don’t fucking care. I’ll buy you more. Break it.”

  She pulled, the links on the bracelets snapped, and she wrapped her fingers around his pulsing cock. His eyes felt like they’d roll back in his head at the supreme sensation of his flesh within her grasp.

  “Fuck. I want you. Now.” He came down hard on top of her, pushing the breath from her lungs. “You’ll accept any gift I give you. You’ll take my cock inside you whenever I want it there. You’ll suck me until I scream. You’ll make me come until I die. Got that?”

  She nodded, her eyes wide, her lips plump.

  “You are fucking mine, Virginia. Don’t ever forget that.” She was so slick and hot that his cock found her unerringly, and he entered her with one powerful thrust. She pushed her head back into the pillow, her thighs gripping him, her body pulling him deeper.

  “I’m willing to take you to the club so you can look your fill.” He withdrew, then powered deeply once more. “I’m willing to let others look at you. I might even let them watch me fuck you.” He grabbed her hip and pushed her higher, forcing her body to take his next thrust all the way to her womb. “But I draw the line at letting anyone have so much as a taste of your sweet mouth.” He nipped at her bottom lip and withdrew. “Don’t make me have to hurt someone.”

  “I don’t want anyone but you, Brett. Ever.”

  He went mad, pounding her hard into the mattress, making every inch of her body his. His pubic hair rasped against her, hitting her clitoris, and he found the perfect spot on the inside. His cock knew it. Her pussy clenched, clamped, worked him, and when she gathered a breath, he knew his moment was here. He slammed home inside her.

  When she came, she screamed.

  The cry threw him over the edge into heaven, his hot sperm filling her core. Her cries staked her claim on him as much as his cock staked its claim inside her body.

  * * * * *

  She ached. It was the most wonderful feeling she’d ever experienced in her life. Three marriages and Virginia had never felt this before.

  Brett wrapped his body around hers.

  Nothing had ever felt this momentous. His need was no longer a fantasy she’d created. It was real.

  “You screamed,” he murmured against her hair.

  “Yes, I believe I did.”

  “You can’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that.”

  She nestled deeper against him. “Didn’t I scream at the club a few times?”

  “You’ve never screamed in our bed.”

  “I would have if I knew you wanted me to.”

  He nuzzled her nape. “That wouldn’t have been the same. I wanted you to do it because you couldn’t help yourself.”

  “Ah well, I couldn’t help myself tonight. In fact, I didn’t even realize I had until you mentioned it.”

  “Oh yeah, you screamed,” he said with a supremely masculine sigh of satisfaction. “The neighbors will be calling in the morning to complain.”

  “I’ll have to be more careful next time.”

  “Like hell. I’m going to make you scream even louder.” His arm tightened across her abdomen. “I said you were free to indulge yourself in any way you chose, but I’ve changed my mind.”

  She laughed. “I wouldn’t have figured that out on my own.”

  “Wench.” He rocked his hips against her backside. He was hard again. “You’re mine, Virginia, and I’m yours, and we don’t share with anyone.”

  She felt his words and the meaning take her over. She didn’t know how much of his auction tonight had been real and how much he’d stacked the deck. All the bids might very well have been his, and he would have won her no matter which she chose. She wouldn’t ask because she didn’t care. There was one thing she knew was real. His desire for her. Only her.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “For what?”

  “For marrying me. For indulging me.” For giving her tonight. For all the future nights. “For the ballerina.”

  “I hated that asshole who stole it from you.”

  She rolled in his arms; she had to see his eyes. Despite the bedside lamp they hadn’t bothered to turn off, his gaze was dark and unreadable. She wouldn’t have it any other way. With that gaze, he would always be able to hide his next delicious adventure from her until he made it reality.

  “When we got married, I thought I only wanted security.”

  “Oh, you did, did you?”

  She nodded, her tangled hair brushing his face. “I wanted you, but I was afraid of ruining a comfortable relationship.”

  “Fuck comfortable. And calm and serene. It isn’t good enough.” He rubbed his nose to hers. “I want cataclysmic.”

  The odd thing was, he’d given her both. He would always be the controlled, savvy businessman. He would always be his customers’ ethical supplier. But he would also be the wild man he’d hidden from her. He’d given her more than she could even contemplate wishing for. She hadn’t thought it possible.

  “Brett, at the risk of screwing up a good relationship”—she pursed her lips—“I think I love you.”

  He touched his lips to hers. “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you spread out on black sheets in a sex club with your fingers buried in your pussy.”

  “Oh my God.” After everything, she still felt a flush spread over her body even as his words grabbed hold of her heart.

  “It was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever beheld, and I knew right then I was going to have that woman in my bed.” He pulled her hand down between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock. “Just thinking about it has made me hard again.”

  Less than ten minutes, and he wanted her again. Oh no, she could never even have dreamed of getting this from her marriage. “And what do you expect me to do about it?”

  “Make me scream,” he whispered. “And if you’re really good, I’ll give you another surprise.” He nipped her lip. “When you least expect it.”

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  If you enjoyed the first two invitations, don’t miss the third book in the Open Invitation series, Invitation to Passion.

  Can Stacy really refuse Jud’s invitation?

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  Copyright 2012 Jasmine Haynes

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  Fortysomething Stacy Parrish is used to surrounding herself with young studs. She adores their stamina and enjoys tutoring them in the erotic arts. And they help her forget the next birthday. The last thing she wants is a monogamous relationship. But when Judson McCord, owner of The Sex Club, issues a sexual challenge, Stacy can’t resist taking him up on it. In a battle of wills, the stakes are upped each time they’re together, the passion and pleasure between them increasing tenfold. With desire and a passion she can’t resist, Jud determines to show her how truly beautiful, amazing and ageless she is. But can he provide the ultimate pleasure that will make Stacy exclusively his? Or will her quest for ever greater sexual thrills cost Stacy the love of the man standing right in front of her?

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