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The Invitation 2:
Surrender
by Roxy Sloane
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Copyright 2014 Roxy Sloane
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
PROLOGUE
When was the last time you came?
Is someone there with you now -- touchingyou, teasing your stiff nipples, making you beg and moan? Are therehands on your body, sliding over your damp skin? A hard, thick cockdriving deep inside you, relentless, until you think you’ll loseyour mind?
Or are you alone?
The lights dimmed, your legs easing apart.Fingers, stroking lower. Your head falling back against thepillows.
What do you imagine when you close youreyes?
One lover, or many? A soft touch, or apunishing grip: fingers digging into your thighs, holding you down,fisting your hair in a tight knot as you part your lips in a silentcry of pleasure.
Do you picture people watching, their eyesroaming across your naked flesh as you pant for air? Or are you theone hidden in the shadows, watching someone else as they comeundone?
You want it on your knees, his cockthrusting all the way into your wet, needy mouth. You want to betied down, his mouth claiming you, his tongue licking deep againstyour tight, aching cunt.
You want pleasure. You want pain. Youimagine it all, every time. A flash of images, your body rising toyour touch. You play the scenes out, every detail, as that cravingtwists higher and your breath turns shallow and your skin aches fora release that’s close, closer...
Oh.
You felt it, didn’t you? But it wasn’t thetouch that took you there, not just a simple, animal response. Itwas your imagination. Those secret, sensual fantasies, more privatethan anything you could say out loud.
More powerful than a hundred hard fucks.
Most other men don’t realize. They think sexis about friction and girth. They think surrender is a pair ofhandcuffs and a silk scarf. They don’t understand, a woman’s mostpowerful erogenous zone is her mind.
But I do.
I know your darkest desires. I see what youcrave when he’s holding you at night.
I can show you a pleasure beyond reason,beyond your wildest fantasies.
All you have to do is accept myinvitation.
Are you ready to play?
CHAPTER ONE
I step through the door to a cute littleFrench bistro on the Upper East Side and scan the crowd.
“Can I help you?” The hostess asks, but I’vealready spotted my hot date for the morning.
“I’m good, thanks.”
I grin as I sneak up behind the table andwhisper, “Hello, sexy.”
Keely jumps, then her face explodes in ahuge smile. “Justine!” My best friend leaps up and pulls me into abig hug. “Oh my god, it’s been too long!”
Two months too long. Keely moved to New Yorkfrom LA in the summer to take over her long-lost father'smulti-million dollar company, and it's been hard not seeing heraround the office every day. I’ve missed her.
She pulls away and I finally get a goodlook. She’s gorgeous, put together with a confidence that she neverused to possess.
“Don't you look fantastic?” I tease. “Allthat hot sex agrees with you.”
The old Keely would have blushed, but thisnew, confident version just winks. “Don't you know it,” she shootsback with a grin.
A waiter rushes over with a menu, and weorder enough food to feed an army. “And champagne mimosas too,” Iinsist. “This is a celebration.”
I turn back to Keely, and clock theglittering diamond on her ring finger for the first time.
“What the fuck?” I gasp. “Why didn’t you saysomething?”
She giggles. “I wanted to surprise you inperson.”
“C’mon,” I order, beckoning. “Let me seethat beast of a rock.” She holds out her hand and I whistle myappreciation.
“Vaughn knows what he’s doing,” I grin.“Treating my girl right.”
“I can’t believe I’m this happy,” Keelybeams. “I keep expecting to wake up and find it’s all just adream.”
“You deserve it,” I tell her warmly. “Youhad a crazy year, and this is the cherry on top. The sixteen caratfuck off cherry,” I add with a laugh.
“You’ll find someone too,” Keely saysquickly.
I shrug. “I’m in no rush. After all, withyou off the market, someone’s got to keep the men of New York Cityon their toes.”
“They won’t know what’s hit them,” shelaughs, then sneezes.
“You OK?”
“It's just allergies.” Keely waves away myconcern. “They’ve been acting up. I’m fine.” She searches throughher purse for a tissue, so I dig one out of my massive leather workbag. My hand closes around something smooth and solid instead.
The gift I found waiting back at theapartment when I arrived last night.
Normally, I stay in fancy hotels on businesstrips. It’s my little indulgence – a way to make days of boringdepositions go by quicker with room service and huge soaking tubs.But this trip was so last-minute, Keely offered me the use of oneof her corporate rentals, a palatial suite on the Upper East Sideof town.
“Did you tell anyone I was staying at theapartment?” I ask, trying to be casual.
“No. I don't think so.” Keely pauses,frowning. “Just Vaughn. And, Cam, too, of course. He dropped thedoor key off for me. Why? Was there a problem?”
“No problem,” I say quickly. “The place isamazing, thank you so much. I was just wondering…” I pause. “Wait asecond. Who's Cam? Don't tell me you have a man on the sidealready,” I tease.
Keely laughs. “Not even close. CameronMcCullough, he’s my second-in-command at the company. Ooh,” shebrightens, “Maybe I could set you up.”
“Is he hot? Rich? Single?” I ask.
“All of the above. But you'd eat him alive,”Keely laughs.
I wink, and reach for my champagne. “Maybehe'd like it.”
The food arrives, and we catch up on all thegossip she’s been missing.
“How's your mom doing?” Keely asks betweenbites.
“She's great. For her fiftieth birthday, Isent her off on a cruise to Alaska,” I laugh. “She came back withfifty million photos, and a standing Skype date with a certainbachelor in San Diego.”
“Good for her,” Keely grins.
“I’m just happy I get to pay her back, insome way,” I say. “She sacrificed so much to raise us on her own.”One of the best things about my job is getting to treat her likethis. My dad took off when my younger sister and I were just kids,and I know how hard my mom worked to keep us all afloat.
“I've been meaning to thank you, by theway,” I change the subject. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t behere in New York right now.”
“What do you mean?” Keely looks puzzled.