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Harper didn’t know what to expect, but when they stepped into the Playroom, her heart sank. There were several other couples in there and they were definitely, ah, playing. Some were half-clothed, others not so much.
The lighting was dim and there were mattresses up on platforms scattered around the room. Some kind of sex swing hung in a corner, currently occupied by a woman, her legs spread from here to China and a man’s head going to town between her thighs.
A fierce blush spread over Harper’s cheeks and she was grateful for the low lighting. Good God, what had she stepped into? It was like a scene from some kinky porno flick.
“Why don’t we sit down and relax? Let our playroom virgin find her footing, take in the atmosphere,” Tillman suggested, leading them to an empty mattress in the corner.
Forcing herself to sit down, Harper breathed a sigh of relief to find the white sheets clean and crisp. At least the place was spotless. Trying to ignore the moans and sounds the other couples were making, Harper pulled in a deep, steadying breath.
Tillman reached over and dragged a good-sized box up onto the mattress, setting it beside him. He flipped the lid and reached inside. Harper swallowed hard when he lifted some type of leather crop out.
“Tell us your fantasies, Harper. BDSM, role playing, girl on girl…What are your hidden yearnings? We’ll make them come true.”
Jackie removed a large feather and ran it over Harper’s thigh. “There’s so much we can do. With or without Fred.”
“We can start slow. Just take your clothes off and we’ll make you feel good.”
“Don’t be shy,” Jackie coaxed. “Let your deepest desires guide you.”
Fuck me.Her deepest desires did not involve either of these two, but how far was she willing to take this game? Harper didn’t want to break their cover but, at the same time, things were starting to move way too fast.
The situation unfolding was real, not some scene in acting class meant to test her limits and push her emotions.
Flung so far out of her comfort zone, Harper forced a smile and cast a last, desperate look at the door, praying for Ryland to walk through it and whisk her away.
But it was painfully clear she was on her own.
Across from her Tillman began unbuttoning his shirt and her stomach sank.
Chapter Seventeen
“Done,” Banshee finally declared.
The words were barely out of his mouth and Ryland was already yanking the USB cord free and stuffing the drive back into his pocket. He slammed the laptop shut, spun around and raced toward the door.
“Roger that,” Ryland said. “I’ll be in touch.” He hung up, unlatched the security bolt and exited the room.
He’d been gone for almost thirty fucking minutes.Not good.Racing down the hallway, he hauled ass through the lobby and then slowed down when he reached the restaurant. The table they’d been sitting at was now empty, the hotel staff resetting it for the next guests.
Fucking hell.
Turning, Ryland’s gaze scanned the room. Where had they gone? Maybe down to the bar or to the beach or—
His gaze landed on the Playroom.No.She wouldn’t have gone in there with them. Would she have?
A niggling sensation in his gut told him to check it out and Ryland skirted around the other diners, determined to look. He knew if he found her in there it wouldn’t be for any other reason than to keep up their charade. And the thought of her in what he knew would be an uncomfortable situation heightened his frustration and urged him to move even faster.
Pushing the door open, he squinted against the low lighting, his eyes adjusting, and even though there were other couples—all of them involved in some kind of sex act—his gaze zeroed right in on Harper.
She sat on a mattress facing the half-dressed pair of cougars who were drooling over her. Anger fueled Ryland as he stomped around a fornicating couple, another couple bent into a very weird, pretzel-like pose on a swing, and straight to his woman.
Harper glanced up as he reached the mattress and palpable relief flooded her.
“Ry—” She abruptly stopped herself, his real name on her tongue, and quickly righted herself, patting the place beside her. “Right here, baby.”
But Ryland was done playing. He reached down, scooped her into his arms and turned on his heel.
“Hey!” Tillman exclaimed in annoyance. “Where are you going?”
