Page 5 of Room One Hundred and Six

“Hello beautiful.”

A deep voice reaches for me and strokes my inner vixen into paying more attention to my surroundings.

My heart rate spikes. I draw in a sudden breath of surprise.

“What is it?” Ivy sounds off in my ear, causing me to jump for a second time. Shit. I got so caught up in my surroundings I almost forgot why I'm here.

“Nothing.”

I ignore whatever she says next as a stranger with startling blue eyes steps into my personal space. I’m not a wilting flower at the sight of miles of unclothed muscle, but my knees suddenly start shaking at the gorgeous view greeting me. Please, God. Let this man be my mark. I’m not sure what he has that I can take, but I admit right here and now he can take my virginity.

“What is your sexual pleasure for this evening, jungle goddess?”

Three

Luna

The blond god with gorgeous eyes, a husky voice and a swollen cock made for ruining women in all the right ways lifts my hand to his lips and presses a delicate kiss over the top of my knuckles. I try not to let my eyes fall all over the man like I’m a starved woman, but hey… I’m a starved woman.

“What is my sexual pleasure for this evening?” I repeat his question to make sure I heard right.

To go to heaven in your arms, is what drops to the tip of my tongue but I’m not here to play so I shuffle through my thoughts for something else to say.

“Tell me anything you wish and I’ll make it come true.”

Heat creeps into my face. “You’re a forward man, aren’t you? Do you always make promises you have no idea you can keep?” There goes my jaded heart speaking for me again. There’s a reason I’m a virgin at my age. I don’t put up with bullshit and I’ve yet to find a man who isn’t full of it. They are either after conquering the daughter of a legend or… yeah that is pretty much it in my experience. I’ve found men say a lot of shit to get what they want and then they walk away.

It’s fucking sad as hell.

My flushed admirer drops my hand with blatant annoyance that I didn’t fall into his arms and instantly cream my dental floss of a thong.

“Oh God. You’re not into corny one-liners, are you?” Ivy isn’t any more impressed with the guy than I am.

“Say whatever you have to and get rid of him.”

Ivy again.

“Are you here with someone?”

Blue eyes hold me captive just like the hand keeping mine pinned to his bare chest.

“Not exactly.” Ivy in my ear doesn’t count.

“Then maybe I can be the one to fulfill your wishes this evening?” His hand takes a hold of mine again, raising it to rest on his chest.

I hate to kill the hope in his eyes. He seems to like my painted-on hibiscus flowers.

“Unless he’s draped in a million dollars’ worth of diamonds, Moone, keep moving. He’s not your mark.”

Patience is not Ivy’s strength, I’m quickly learning.

I step from the man’s body heat and he lets my hand slip from his hold, albeit reluctantly from the way his brows draw together and the handsome smile on his lips falls into a straight line.

“I’m sorry, handsome. Maybe some other night.” My saucy wink only seems to deepen the frown on his face.

With that I leave the wounded stranger to watch the gyrating mass of bodies in the ballroom orgy. Toward the back I spot an elegant curve of stairs leading to the second floor. I head that way, keeping to the shadows. Up here the jungle theme continues with greenery, bold body paint and an undisturbed view of another more intimate show. Along the fringes there are private alcoves with lush black curtains that most have kept open to enjoy the stimulating view. Toward the middle of the floor, sits a slightly raised stage where a woman offers her beautiful and very pregnant body painted in gold to three jungle pirates hunting for the most sought-after treasure.

They definitely found it in her. The way she can take two men at a time and the third with her mouth has me slowing my pace. While my mind struggles to assimilate what I’m seeing, my body understands exactly what it wants. Waves of heat roll through me and my breasts grow heavy with need.

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