Aegis 01 - First Exposure by Elisabeth Naughton Read Free Book Online Page B

the info packet on the bar, he followed Avery onto the patio.
    “What do you think he meant by special instruments?” she asked when he stepped up beside her.
    The gentle breeze blew her newly dark hair back from her face, and he ached to touch the supple line of her jaw like he’d done when they’d checked in. But he wasn’t going to push it just yet. That moment had spooked her. He’d seen it in her eyes. He was willing to be patient…for the moment.
    Cade glanced down at the pages in his hand, then handed her the booklet. “I think he was referring to these.”
    He watched her eyes grow wide as she looked down at the photographs on the page. A sex swing, a spanking bench, massage table, shackles and ropes…
    “Oh my God. What is this X-shaped thing?”
    “Which one?”
    She pointed, then looked up with wide eyes.
    He loved that she’d spent ten years in Hollywood and could still be so damn innocent. “A Saint Andrews cross.”
    She looked back down again, and a sick look crossed her face. “I don’t want to know how you know what that is let alone what it’s for.” She closed the book and handed it back to him. “This looks like a totally normal place, but then you see that …”
    He chuckled and took the book. “Relax. I have a feeling a high-end place like this has special rooms for that kind of thing, and if they’re offering it in the privacy of your own suite, most people are going to do it there. Unless they want an audience. You’re not going to see any BDSM play in the middle of the beach.”
    “You hope.” She turned and walked back into the hut. Gathering the rest of the informational materials from the bar, she took them to the sitting area and dropped onto the couch to read.
    And Cade figured letting her acclimate on her own to what she’d see when she looked closer was better than throwing it all out there for her to wonder more about his past.
    He moved into the walk-in closet, checked to see that their bags had been unpacked, and took a look into the massive marble bathroom, complete with a shower made for ten, and the biggest freakin’ bathtub he’d ever seen. Just picturing Avery soaking naked in that thing made him wonder how the hell he was going to get through this weekend in one piece.
    When he came back into the main room, Avery was no longer reading. Her heels were off, her bare feet were propped up on the coffee table, she was nursing a beer, and the look on her face said she’d read enough.
    He sat in the chair adjacent to her. “Well?”
    “Sexual activities are allowed in public areas during the day, but guests are encouraged to be discreet. After all, anyone in a boat offshore can see what you’re doing, and the resort takes its guests’ privacy very seriously.”
    He smiled. “Is that what it says in the packet?”
    She took a long swallow from her beer. “Word for word. They do offer discreet activities during the day, however, if you don’t want to laze by the pool and/or flirt with the next couple over. Naked scuba diving, couples yoga—I can only imagine what happens there—clothing-optional water volleyball. Apparently the activities pool is set far enough back from the beach so as not to be seen by prying eyes.”
    “The kinky rich and famous. They’ve thought of everything.”
    She shot him a look, then took another long drink. “Don’t lump me in with this group. After hours, the clubs open, and according to this, there’s a little something for everyone. A dance club, a strip club, a bondage club, a fantasy club… It’s all laid out like it’s no big deal.”
    “It is no big deal, Avery. This is a swingers resort, or did you forget?”
    “I didn’t forget.” She pushed to her feet with a huff and moved across the room.
    She was clearly agitated. Whether it was sexual frustration or something else, though, Cade didn’t know. God knew he was sexually frustrated just listening to those words come out of her sweet little mouth. Fantasy club?