Page 50 of Revelation (Love Isn't What It Seems 3)

“Um, I was kind of curious if-” she searched for words, “if this was my thing. And make some money while at it.”

Funny, a month ago I would have said she didn’t need the money because the Cambridge family was very well off. But now, I knew they schemed murder in order to collect life insurance policies and stole from the foundation. However, Layla had nothing to do with any of it so why would she need the money.

Still, I was happy about her curiosity. If she was curious, I was more than happy to oblige and broaden her horizons. I’d reveal myself to her eventually tonight - after she learned what I could do to her. I pulled her closer to me, my mouth seeking out hers. She surrendered to the kiss, moaning into my mouth, and it was erotic as shit.

“So you want to give it a try or are you chickening out?” I inquired, my mouth inches from hers.

Her chin tilted up in defiance. “I want to give it a try. I’m just not sure about doing this in such a public place.”

“Nobody can see in these rooms,” I assured her.

“So you’ve done it here before?”

“Actually, no. Not here.” I didn’t want to lie to her. I had picked up a woman from Revelation before, although never from the auction. And it had been at least a few years. “Would you prefer to go to my place?”

She furtively glanced around us. I had to stifle my grin. She acted like we were doing something wrong.

“Are we allowed to do that?” she asked in a hushed tone.

“I just spent ten million pounds here,” I told her. “Yes, you get ninety percent of it, but I’d say for that kind of tab, we can do whatever we want. Are you up for going to my place?”

She hesitated, and I could see her weighing her pros and cons. She was nervous about it, not that I could blame her since this was her first time here.

“If it makes you feel any better, the club vets everyone. They have my full name and address.”

I wanted her to feel safe, regardless of what route we took.

Eventually, she nodded, her cheeks flushed from excitement. She really was gorgeous. Every time I saw her, she took my breath away. But today she was exceptionally beautiful. In fact, I had never seen a woman so beautiful. Both of us still kept our masks on. I debated whether we should take them off when we leave this place. She might flip out if she realized it was me.

“I just need to get my phone and tell my driver I won’t need him,” she muttered. “We’ll keep the masks on, right?”

It was as if she read my mind. “Yes.”

I took her hand as we headed for the station where everyone was required to check in their phones. She quickly typed up a message and we headed out towards the limo that waited for me. My thumb caressed her soft skin, her body brushing against mine. I could practically feel this attraction setting off sparks between us.

My driver emerged and opened the door for Layla and me.

“Thank you, Randy. To my penthouse,” I told my driver, as I slid next to Layla.

“Yes, sir.” Randy closed the car door behind us. Layla’s hand raised to her mask, like she wanted to ensure it was still there. She worried about being recognized.

I relaxed, hoping she’d sense it and relax too. There was no missing how tense she was. My knee accidentally brushed against her leg, and instantly her body stiffened.

“It’s okay,” I tried to soothe her. “Tonight is about you. If there is anything you want to stop, you just have to say the word.” A soft exhale left her lips. “I promise, we won’t do anything you don’t want to.”

“Ummm, okay.” Her lower lip was between her teeth again.

I reached for that poor lip, gently brushing my finger over the soft flesh. Her lips parted slightly, as if she was inviting me in.

“Don’t be nervous,” I rasped. Fuck, I wanted her. There hasn’t been anything I wanted so badly in my entire life.

She swallowed and I watched her delicate neck move. I leaned slowly over to her and brushed my lips against the soft skin of her throat. “Whenever you want me to stop, just tell me, and I’ll stop,” I vowed.

“Okay.” Her voice was a husky whisper. I lifted my head to meet her gaze and noted her flushed skin.

“Fuck,” I growled against her skin, reining in my urge to pounce on her. “You are so beautiful.” Her breathing was slightly elevated, her lips parted with excitement. My mouth crashed against hers, craving a taste of her that I had been denied since I walked her to the car. I thrust my tongue between her lips, and I couldn’t have been more pleased when she opened, moaning into my mouth.

The friction that has been sizzling between us from the moment we met exploded, setting off fireworks. I pinned her against the leather seat in the back, grabbing her wrists and raising them above her head. I ground against her and even with that exquisite gown, she could feel my thick hard erection.

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