A Club Esoteria Wedding [Club Esoteria 11] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free Page B

teddy’s lace gently abraded her stiffened nipple. She sighed as her hand began to knead the small mound of flesh until her nipple beaded painfully tight.
    Her other hand moved in the opposite direction, down over her belly, and across her hip before slipping it through the wide leg hole to cup her waxed mound. Two fingers embraced her lower lips and pressed them together to hug her clit tight. Electricity shot from there to her tits and back again. Immediately the muscles up and down her belly tightened in rapid pulsations, adding even more heat to the sexual fire building deep in her lower abdomen. She began to pant and make the sounds that Taurus had told her on numerous occasions drove him crazy with sexual hunger.
    She continued playing, but no matter how hard or soft she diddled her clit and pinched her nipple, she could not reach the peak and the relief she needed. After another few minutes, her arousal retreated completely, leaving her frustrated and once again on the verge of tears.
    Grabbing a pillow, she rolled to her side and hugged it close, sucking a breath as the soft cotton pillowcase brushed against her erect nipples. “So what are you going to do now?”
    At that moment her stomach cramped and grumbled, reminding her that she had not had eaten anything since breakfast.
    “Okay, dinner it is, and maybe a drink or three just because I can,” she said, feeling grumpy and defiant.
    Climbing from the bed, she pulled the denim skirt and black T-shirt from the drawer and dressed. After washing her face and applying enough makeup to camouflage the puffy eyes and red nose from crying, she slipped her room key and her credit card into her pocket. She slipped on her shoes, and, turning on a light in the bedroom and one in the bathroom, she left the room, determined to have a nice meal and at least a couple of drinks before she came back upstairs.
     
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    Taurus paced circles in the lobby as he waited for the desk clerk to confer with the manager about whether or not they could tell him which room his woman was staying in. He had found her car in the parking lot and had already walked through the bar and restaurant and other public areas.
    “I’m sorry, sir”—an older man approached him looking official in his black suit—“but for security reasons we cannot give you the young woman’s room number. If you’d like, we could call up and ask her permission?”
    Counting to twenty did little to cool his anger. Shaking his head, he turned and began pacing again. Before he had a chance to calm down enough to speak, the elevator dinged its arrival. Looking over the manager’s shoulder, he watched a familiar figure step into view and head to the hall to his left that led to the bar and restaurant.
    She was lost in thought and not aware of anything going on around her. Though he watched her every step of the way, she did not even glance in his direction.
    Shifting his attention back to the manager, he took a deep breath and said, “Thank you for trying to help.”
    Without another word, he crossed the lobby in long strides, charging around the corner just in time to see her open the bar door and walk in. So, his little mouse was feeling brave. Was she meeting someone? Or just checking out the amenities? Or was she going to break his rules and have a drink?
    The thought of his woman getting drunk and being taken advantage of by other men reignited his barely controlled displeasure. Instead of charging in and demanding answers for her behavior, Taurus forced himself to stop at the glass door that led into the bar. He took a seat on the bench just outside the bar, and took several deep breaths to calm himself.
    What Jenna had asked earlier was hard to admit, but accurate. He had never taken Whitney out on what could be classified a vanilla date. It was way past time they had one.
    As he worked to regain the Dom control he was famous at the club for, several small groups of people passed him and entered the