Invitation to Pleasure: Open Invitation, Book 2 by Jasmine Haynes Read Free Book Online

what she’d had last
Friday all over again. But this time with more luxury.
           Her heart beat faster. He’d chosen what he
thought would most tantalize her. His actions the night of their wedding now
made perfect sense.
           Brett had masturbated for her. He’d asked
her to do the same. Instead of freaking out like a normal husband would over
the knowledge that she’d performed for a crowd at a sex club, Brett condoned
and encouraged with his every action. The man had a delicious streak of
kinkiness she could never have imagined.
           Virginia suddenly wanted to drive him wild,
and she’d do it by driving herself wild.
           First, a striptease. Her back to the
mirror, she unzipped the dress slowly, exposing herself to her audience inch by
inch. A chair sat by the door ready to receive her cast-off clothing. She
tossed the dress, then stretched her arms over her head, naked but for the lacy
underthings he’d bought her.
           Then she turned. God, she looked hot. She
saw what he saw, the tight beads of her nipples burgeoning from the black bra,
the blond thatch between her thighs, the stockings’ lace borders flirting with
her curls, and the garter belt high on her hips.
           She palmed her breasts, plumping them for
the mirror, then stuck one finger in her mouth. Circling first one nipple, then
the other, the peaks ached. Moisture coated her inner thighs, and her clitoris
throbbed. She slid a hand over her belly to her mound but didn’t slip inside to
caress herself.
           He’d indicated she should take a bath
first. Then there was another note to read.
           She lifted one foot to the bed frame,
spreading her legs a little wider than necessary, then removed her shoe and
unclipped the stocking. Sliding her hand between her legs, barely brushing her
clitoris, she rolled down the stocking. After a long, slow caress the length of
her leg, she tossed the stocking across the room, missing the chair. She
repeated the procedure, this time rubbing her clitoris a little before removing
the stocking. Then the garter went the way of the silk and velvet. Finally, she
turned back to the mirror, pinched each nipple, then undid the bra, tossed it
aside, and stood naked a moment.
           Her bath awaited her, and if she preened
for the mirror much longer, the water would cool. She hated a lukewarm bath.
           She’d worn her hair down for tonight, but
she wound it on top of her head and secured it with clips she found in a little
dish. She smiled to herself. Whoever had prepared the room thought of
everything. Once she was beneath the water, soothing bath salts tenderized her
skin, and they’d even provided a bath pillow to cradle her head. A sip of
champagne sizzled on her tongue, and the chocolate strawberries dazzled her
taste buds. The cheese was light and tangy like Swiss but with more subtlety.
           The thought of Brett on the other side of
that window heated her in a way the tub of steaming water and bath bubbles
couldn’t.
           Brett alone in an empty room watching her.
For tonight, she didn’t need other men. It was enough that he’d brought her
here. It was enough that he would enjoy her performance. This was pure sex, her
husband’s invitation to pleasure.
           Sinking down until the bubbles covered her
to her throat, she let her knees fall apart and stroked a hand between her
legs.
           Show time.

Chapter Four
           With a cock the size of the Washington
Monument and just as hard, Brett salivated over his wife in the steaming water.
The mirror next to the tub was angled to give a tantalizing view.
           And Virginia tantalized him in every way.
The bubbles obscured her actions, but her expression gave away exactly what her
hands did below the surface. She’d closed her eyes, and the ripples of her
pleasure lapped against the sides of the tub.
           He wanted to taste the champagne and