Desire for Love (The Club #13) Read Free

actual screwing. There was no reason tonight could be any harder than
any other night.
    This bet didn’t sound
like something Jet would be involved in, but the lure of extra money was
tempting. Even if this was some set-up of Roberta’s, then Madeline wouldn’t
lose out of it. The bonus would come in very handy. Now that there was less
work hours available and with Karim Academy’s higher school fees, she’d need to
dip into her savings in order to eat and pay this month’s power bill. That
meant her plans would be pushed further out of her reach.
    She lifted her chin.
“I’ll get ready. Five minutes is all I need. What room am I in tonight?”
    “Check the board. I’ve
already organized the rooms.”
    “Fine.” Madeline ignored
the triumph blazing from the other woman’s eyes. Focus on the money and
Matty. All I have to do is my usual job for two hours. Piece of cake.

Chapter Two
    Inside the blood-red
room, Harrison checked out the security cameras. There was no attempt to hide
their presence from customers, which told him the Club took the welfare of
their staff and customers seriously. From what he could discern, every square
inch of the room was covered.
    But it did give him a bit
of the willies, knowing there were eyes evaluating his every move.
    He gulped down another
mouthful of the Tequila Sunrise he’d been handed by a very pretty brunette
who’d entered five minutes ago to apologize for the delay.
    Harrison didn’t mind. The
wait gave him more time to think, to plan his strategy. Doubt hit him suddenly. What in blue blazes am I doing here? I must have rocks in my head to think
this will work. He took another swallow, the bite of the alcohol hit his
stomach, and he decided he’d had enough. I need to have my wits about me if
I’m to succeed. The two free drinks could be a ploy to get him drunk so his
session would be over before he knew it. I’ll probably need every second
I’ve got , he thought wryly and set the glass down on the coffee table. Going by her reputation, Madeline is no push-over.
    His gaze traveled the rich
crimson brocade-papered room to linger for a few heady minutes on the massive
bed with its red satin sheets, covered with a simulated bear rug, and piles of
soft. squishy-looking cushions. Ornate mirrors adorned the walls, apart from
one wall where an interesting array of sex toys were displayed in prominent
view. Ball gags, whips, paddles, cuffs, restraints, collars, and what he
thought were spiked pin wheels. A spanking bench with padded arm and knee rests
sat to one side of the room. He’d visited one or two similar establishments in
Sydney before he took this current job offer over here in the States. No bones
about it, this place beat the others hands down, for its promise of
sophisticated and sensual gratification of all the senses. Strewth, just looking
around him had him hardening as stiff as a four-be-two plank of timber. About
to walk over and inspect the props more carefully, he paused when he heard the
rattle of the door handle.
    The door opened and in
she walked.
    It was if all the air was
sucked out of Harrison’s lungs. He stood stock still, knowing he probably
looked like a prize galah with his tongue hanging out, but for the life of him,
he couldn’t seem to pull himself together.
    She was everything he’d
imagined.
    Everything he’d dreamt
about.
    Everything he’d ever
wanted.
    And all he had to do was
turn her around to his way of thinking and Bob was his uncle, as they said in
his part of the world
    Clad in a bright red
corset, black lace G-string panties that barely covered her femininity, and with
her blonde hair pulled back into a thick braid, she walked to the center of the
room and paused. She placed her hands on her hips in a way that thrust her
pelvis forward and sent the blood rushing feverishly to his balls.
    He took his time,
examining every inch of her. She was tall, maybe two inches shorter than he,
built along the lines of an Amazon with