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“I like sex,” I said and shrugged. It was true. I did. I wasn’t a shy little wallflower. I had a healthy sexual appetite and made no apologies for it. I was a single woman in New York; I both worked and played hard. But then I snapped my eyes to Novah. “My feature.” I felt breathless at the sudden excitement soaring through me. “Sally said to go to her with a feature that my readers would want to read. What better feature for a sex advice columnist to write than about the most infamous and mysterious sex club in all of New York, if not the world?”
“Shit, Faith.” Novah nodded so fast she resembled a bobblehead. She quickly poured the champagne into the glasses. “You’re right. This is it. This is it!”
“It’s a sex club, Faith. You’ll have to do things. Really fucked-up things,” Amelia said, trying to bring the rest of us back to Earth.
“Sounds like heaven to me,” Sage said, throwing me a high five. I met his hand and saw his excitement for me shining in his gorgeous face.
“Are you really going to do this?” Amelia said. I saw the worry in her expression. Amelia and I had gone to college together. She was now an archeologist who worked at The American Museum of Natural History. We’d shared a dorm at Harvard and had been best friends from the day we met. She had always been quiet and reserved. I was loud and, not. She was like my sister. My overprotective sister who worried about me.
I took her hands. “Amelia, this is my chance. You know I’ve been waiting for this, an opportunity for a real feature. And it’s sex. I love sex. I’ve never been shy about that. I’ve experimented, have no plans to settle down anytime soon. Going there doesn’t scare me. If anything, I’m ridiculously intrigued.” I looked to Novah. “You think Sally will go for this?”
“I think Sally will piss her pants when you tell her you’ve got an in at the most exclusive club in the Western world. Do you realize how long people have been waiting for a story on that place?”
“Shit,” I said, the reality of the situation beginning to sink in. I read the card again. NOX, the notorious sex club. The one no one talked about, but everyone wanted to know about. And I had been invited. Me. Even with running into Viscount Douchebag and ruining my favorite vodka-smuggling bra, my night had just turned out to possibly be one of the best.
I’d been invited to NOX.
A sex club.
I’d never been more excited for anything in my life.
Chapter Five
“You infuriate me.” Harry’s harshly spoken words washed over me, causing my skin to bump in their wake. “You talk too much. Everything about you is too much.” Harry’s teeth nibbled along my neck as he pinned me against a wall in his office with his broad chest. “I can’t stand that I want you. I hate your voice. I hate the smirk you wear when you think you’ve bested me somehow.” Harry’s tight hand held my wrists above my head; his other hand palmed my breast, sending bolts of heat between my legs. I throbbed everywhere, my breathing uneven.
“Good,” I said, cheeks flushed and skin too hot. “Then the feeling’s mutual.” I groaned, tipping my chin to the ceiling as Harry kissed along my throat, my jaw, and my cheek. “I hate your condescending voice, your stuffy accent, and the way you think you’re better than everyone else.” My breath hitched as his hand slipped down from my breast, lifted my dress, and ran along the seam of my panties. “Shit!” I moaned as he yanked my panties down my thighs. They pooled at my feet. I stepped out of them. Harry’s eyes clashed with mine. I hated his perfect eyes and his long, dark lashes. I hated his smooth skin and how his hand felt touching me so intimately. And I hated how much I wanted him, needed him, craved him.
“One time,” I said and watched his nostrils flare in response. “One fuck to get it out of our systems.” I pulled my hands down from his clasp and started unbuttoning his fly. Heat flooded my veins seeing his eyes roll back as I took his length in my hand. He pushed a finger inside me, and I almost came on the spot.
“I need to be inside you,” he said and moved my hand from his dick. Then he lifted the hem of my dress, pulled my legs around his waist, and slammed inside me. Our mutual groans were thunderous as they echoed around the vast office space. Harry tucked his head into the crook of my neck as he pounded into me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as I was thrust into a maddening state of ecstasy. “Christ,” he moaned as he filled me, his talented thrusts sending shivers down my spine. I was too hot, the pleasure was too much. Then Harry lifted his head and smashed his lips to my own. I didn’t want his kiss. I didn’t want to feel his lips against mine. I didn’t want to taste his tongue. But as he kissed me, as his hot tongue dueled with mine, I wanted it all. I wanted all of him, inside and over me.
