Page 107 of Tell Me What You Want

I blush. He squeezes up tighter against me.

“Remember, Jude, your pleasure is my pleasure, and today my only pleasure is you. I only want to undress and ...”

“Shut up.”

Surprised, he furrows his brow.

“You’re getting me hot.”

He bursts out laughing, which relaxes me. He draws me to him.

“That’s what I want, little girl. I want you to get excited.”

Suddenly, the band begins to play a rather suggestive song. Eric grabs me by the waist and invites me to dance. We look at each other as we do. There’s no need to talk. His gaze alone tells me how much he wants me. Afterward, he takes my hand and leads me down a long hallway. A door opens, and a man pops out.

“Eric, man, it’s so good to see you!” he says.

They shake hands.

“Same, my friend,” Eric replies. “I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“I’m on vacation in Cádiz,” he says, looking me over rather obviously. “Besides, you know I never miss one of Maggie and Alfred’s parties ... They’re extraordinary!”

“Judith, let me introduce you to a good friend of mine, Björn. Björn, this is Judith, my girl.”

He just said I’m his girl!

I smile and give Björn two kisses.

“Lovely to meet you,” he says; then as we separate, he adds, “Mmm ... you have such soft skin.”

I bow my head like a fool.

“All of her is soft and exquisite,” Eric says.

I shrink as I sense the two exchanging looks. Is he offering me? An instant later, Björn opens the door to the room he’s just come from.

“Shall we go inside?”

Eric holds on to me as he nods.

We go into the spacious room, which is illuminated by a single red light. Björn closes the door, and I see we’re not alone. There are other couples in some of the many beds in the room. I’m a little nervous. I know why we’re here, but I’m still anxious. Björn goes up to a small bar and pours three glasses of champagne.

“What would you think if I asked Björn to play with us? I know you’d prefer him to a woman.”

Björn is dark and attractive. I would have undoubtedly noticed him if I’d met him at any other time in my life. Eric is waiting for an answer.

“OK.”

“Is it all right with you if I offer you to him?”

My stomach tightens, but I’m also aroused. “Yes,” I say in a thin voice.

“Perfect,” says Eric. His eyes are sparkling.

Two seconds later, Björn brings us champagne.

They talk in German and try to involve me in the conversation. But I’m anxious and even more so when Björn leans down to kiss me on the lips. Before he can get very far, Eric stops him.

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