Mirror Amour (Circotica Series) Read Free Page B

openly, I said, “Yes.”
    He leaned over to kiss me. Lips feather-sweet on mine. “Good.” His purple eyes set fire to all my extremities. I’d made out with this man on a busy road, was entertaining the idea of letting him do who knew what to me, and I didn’t know his name.
    The woman leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’m Trudy Delane, and this is Carson Smith. Carson is co-owner, and makes sure every night tops the one before.”
    Before I could brush away the sticky lipstick left on my cheek from her pouty lips, she handed me a clipboard. On it was a blank piece of paper and a pen.
    “You’ve come to us, and we’ll do everything in our power to make your fantasies come true. But to do that, you need to tell us what you want.” Her teeth flashed in the exotic lights ringing the big-top. “I know it isn’t easy to talk about sometimes, so write it down. Take all the time you need.” She waved to a small alcove with a daybed, overflowing with purple and grey cushions. It looked as if a Maharaja would appear and make love to me in the splendour. I allowed Carson to push me toward the seating area.
    I sat heavily, resting the clipboard on my knees. What exactly were my fantasies? I’d never written them down before. Who did? Did anyone put on their bucket list to have a threesome or be tickled to orgasms with an ostrich feather? Now, there was an idea—the threesome, not the tickling.
    My eyes widened as I contemplated.
    A threesome. That was common wasn’t it? It wasn’t freaky or weird. It’s not like I wanted to be locked in a cage and abandoned, or peed on, or any other cringe-worthy things. I wanted to be loved and pampered—adored. And having a ménage á trois would increase the pampering by double. Oh yes. I like that idea.
    Carson smiled, his eyes shadowed under the small canopy of the sitting area. “Have you decided?”
    My stomach clenched at the way his gaze burned me. Removing the last of my self-consciousness, freeing me of shyness.
    I leaned in and kissed him.
    It was his turn to suck in a breath, and happiness starbursted at the knowledge I surprised him. When I pulled away, I murmured, “I know what I want.”
    Carson reached to run his thumb over my lips, eyes arching with purple heat. “And what do you want?”
    His mouth parted as I leaned in. Now I’d committed to this, I was desperate to kiss him again. His lips whispered against mine, and I shuddered with longing. Tonight was going to be the best night of my life.
    “I want you.”
    He stopped kissing me; reclining, his fingers created circlets of sensation on my arms. “Just me?” His lips tugged into a devilish smile, even as his eyes flickered with what—was that disappointment?
    Shit, was he annoyed I wanted him? Give me time to finish.
    No inch of shyness held me back as I straightened my shoulders and looked behind him to the leotard wearing Trudy by the entrance. All around us hesitant people mingled, but most were in groups, or already paired. Trudy smiled back, winking. She was pretty, kind, and I wanted a professional. “I want a threesome.”
    He chuckled. “Common, but I’m open. You sure that’s your ultimate fantasy?” His eyes followed mine to Trudy, and he sighed just a little. “With Trudy and me?”
    Why did he have to go and make it sound like he did it every night? It wasn’t common for me. Shit, it had taken courage to figure out what I was here for, let alone admit it.
    I opened my mouth to agree, disagree—I didn’t know. But a shadow caught my eye.
    My heart threw itself into my throat.
    I was right.
    Noah was here.
    Carson tensed beside me as my eyes followed Noah’s lanky frame weaving between the booths of bright purple and deep smoke. The Circotica was set up exactly like a children’s circus. The small games and attractions at the beginning beckoned for wasting money and sharing giggles. But the stuffed animals and other garish items to be won were R18 restricted. Whips, paddles,