ProvokeMe by Cari Quinn Read Free Book Online Page B

and
she’d probably be the laughingstock of The Book Nook when she walked in the
door tomorrow. One of her coworkers had to have found her PDA. It was the most
likely scenario, since she’d had it before lunch. Sure, she might’ve dropped it
in the parking lot outside the store, but she doubted it. She had that kind of
luck.
    Hell, they could be dissecting her private code over wings
and beers at the Double Burger at that very moment.
    And Spencer’s cock was probably balls-deep in the delicious
Nina, who probably whimpered through her orgasms like a porn goddess.
    To distract herself, Kelly dug out her cell phone. Somewhere
along the way, she’d turned it off. Well, that would make it hard for Alana to
get a hold of her, wouldn’t it? After a moment’s debate, she called her friend.
And got voicemail. How shocking.
    Thanks, Alana. Appreciate the support.
    Resigned to her fate, she pocketed the phone and took
another few sips of liquid courage, and again faced the lounge.
    Most of the scattered groups of people were deep in
conversation. Though why people chose a sex club to get philosophical, she
didn’t know. Other than bendy chick and white butt, who’d swapped missionary
position for doggy-style, and a couple of girls engaged in a marathon
French-kissing session, no one was touching each other. Or even partially
naked.
    She could handle this.
    Three doorways branched off the main room and she headed for
one before the last of her nerve packed its bags and headed for Tahiti. She had
to pass the pair screwing on the couch on her way out but instead of looking
away, Kelly found her gaze drawn to the ripple of the guy’s thigh muscles as he
powered in and out of the woman’s cunt. The man’s and woman’s gazes locked and
she whimpered, caught in his spell.
    Just as Kelly was caught. She heard the whimper rise in her
own throat, begging to be released. She wanted to be taken like that. Without
mercy and with complete devotion.
    The man jackhammered his hips against the woman’s, his speed
below the waist somehow emphasizing how carefully he stroked his partner’s
face. He kissed her with reverence and cupped her cheek, making it seem as if
they were alone rather than in a room full of strangers.
    Oddly mesmerized, Kelly lifted a hand to her damp throat.
Her pulse raced under her fingers and her clit throbbed but she kept her feet
moving. She was here to be part of the action, not watch it.
    If she didn’t throw up first.
    She moved through the throngs of people until she was alone
in a long, dank hallway. Laughter rang out at the other end and she walked toward
the sound. The closed door at the end of the hall taunted her. Beckoned her to
investigate. Her feet moved forward of their own accord, forcing her toward
what waited.
    Finally reaching the door, she pushed it open and swallowed
the last of her drink. No more hesitation. No more watching.
    Her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting quickly. A hand
wrapped around her ankle, startling her. She glanced down at a reclining,
giggling blonde, clearly drunk off her ass, who’d decided her mission in life
was to divest Kelly of her shoes.
    “Off, off! You’ll ruin the floor.”
    She complied, mainly because she assumed that would make the
blonde slink away faster. She was right. The moment Kelly stepped out of her
heels, the blonde crawled into a huge bear of a man’s lap. The towels between
them fell away like tissue paper as she simultaneously wound her arm around his
neck and her hand around his cock.
    Kelly jolted at the sudden tightening in her nipples. Damn,
this was unreal. She turned her head, blinking away the thick clouds of steam
that made her already clingy dress tighten as if it were cellophane. Her vision
cleared before her mind could take in the scene before her. It wasn’t an orgy,
exactly, because mostly everyone was split into couples. But the sheer amount
of nudity was staggering.
    She swayed as a wave of dizziness swept over her. Between
the