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“Good. Then follow. You swear too much, Miss Charity. We’ll be correcting that problem if you come to my island.”
Correcting?That was hot.My fantasies about him cranked up to inferno level.
That was the first mention of any island.
He released me and turned away, strolling to the entrance as if nothing much had happened.
Aroused and stunned, it took me a few confused seconds to recover from his interrogation. I followed him into the house.
Was this how it would be from now on? Somewhere deep down in my heart and soul, I was hoping it would be.
I heard Javier moving behind me, smelled the earth on his body and the sweat. If I didn’t look at him, he wasn’t there, right?
This was perverted as fuck.
The doctor had warned me.
3
CHARITY
The doctor stopped at the room I’d glimpsed before, pushing the door fully open to reveal cherry-red sofas and the white-and-black tiles. My panties were already slick with wetness. When I took my next step and entered the room, the cloth stuck here and there.
If I carried through with this, those would be removed, and he would see my arousal and so would Javier. That was scary and intriguing all at once.
I could sayno. I had a safeword, of sorts, one that blew apart this strangely tempting offer of his. I carried that piece of knowledge like a shield. The doctor was cruelty, kindness, and mystery. None of this was legal, and he could ignore everything,everything thatI said, at his own discretion. But he wanted consent. Legal or not, that was reassuring.
Nevertheless, my legs trembled as I paused just past the entrance to survey the room.
A heavy timber table with iron rods bracing it stood in the center, framed to either side by several curved sofas. The table looked sprung from medieval times. The downlights above were modern, but pretty colors were splotched on the floor and furnishings by the afternoon light shafting through a bank of stained-glass windows. That translucent scene of angels and demons at war occupied most of the wall to the right.
The doctor was not poor.
“Climb up and lie on your back on the table, Charity.” Such dry instructions.
My hands clenched into fists. I heard the gardener, Javier, drop himself onto a sofa to the right. He was going to watch us, watch me, in here. I’d never exposed myself like this at the clubs or at any of the private parties.
A thrill pulsed between my legs, heavy, warm, and electric. If the doctor was twisted, maybe I was too.
“What is this?” I asked, delaying what he’d asked of me.
“It’s one of my special rooms.”
“This is your house…”
“It is.”
“You’re super rich then. You set me up.” I was jumpy, shifting my feet. I’d said yes to him twice, but would it be wise to turn and run…after saying no? Except there was nowhere to go.
“With Javier? Yes, I did.” He walked over, shoes goingtap-tap-taplike a metronome. He went behind me and held my shoulders. His body nestled into mine as he leaned me backward into him. I went with the flow, mostly because this was so very seductive.
His mouth moved at the side in my hair, as he spoke quietly, words sifting down. “This is what I enjoy, Charity. Is Javier watching you a problem?”
I shrugged.
His fingers grasped the back of my hair, and he turned my head to look at Javier where he sprawled on a sofa. “His voyeurism makes you uncomfortable? It turns me on to share you this way. He won’t be touching you.”
“Okay.” I inhaled and unclenched my fists.
