by Alexa Riley
“We have the whole night. You can be as loud as you want,” I tell her.
“You’re the loud one,” she sasses back. I want to pull her to the ground and have her right here to show her who’s the loud one, but she’s had enough sun today.
“Come. I made you dinner for a change.”
“Really?” She shoots me a smirk. “Because I already made yours.”
She laughs as I scoop her up into my arms carrying her inside. I sit her down on the kitchen counter. I pull her sundress over her head and toss it away. “Lean back, sweet pea. I’m starving.”
She licks her lips and leans back. I drop to my knees, sliding her panties down her legs. I grip her thighs in a possessive hold as I take one long lick of her. She moans my name, making me smile against her pussy.
“Washington, please,” she calls out, wanting more. And I give her more, licking and sucking, giving my wife all the pleasure her little body can handle.
Who knew the American dream could taste so good.
THE END
Unexpected Claim
by Alexa Riley
Ivy is looking to break out of her innocent bubble, so she decides going to an adult club with her bestie is the way to do it. She’s nervous and excited, but nothing could compare to the reality she's confronted with.
Shep’s been totally okay with living his quiet life alone. But his best friend thinks it’s time he changed that. Being dragged into a club wasn’t his idea of fun, but one glance at the snowy angel and he’s done for.
Warning: This book is about grownups doing grown things, so brace yourself! Two virgins walk in... Can you guess how many walk out? One-click to find out!
Chapter 1
Ivy
I inspect myself in the mirror as I do a little turn. I think it looks cute. I reassure myself as I try not to think how crazy this is to begin with. I have a feeling Reba isn’t going to like my outfit much. I already know she’s going to show up looking like a sex kitten. She dresses like a vixen every day, but I have a feeling tonight she’s really going to push the envelope. It’s something I’ve loved about Reba since I met her a year ago after I moved in across from her. She shakes up my world, and I know I’ve needed it.
“Open up, my sacrificial virgin!” she yells through the door while banging on it.
I slip on my flats as I run out of my bedroom to go and greet her. Luckily we are the only ones who live on this floor. There are four other units in our building not counting the bookstore we sit on top off. I pop the lock and the swing the door open.
“The sacrificial virgin thing was a joke.” Her eyes run over me as she welcomes herself in.
I look down at my outfit. “It’s cute,” I say defensively.
“That’s the problem.” She smiles knowingly at me. She knew I was going to wear something like this.
I look at her outfit and see the very big difference between us. She’s in a red dress that looks like it’s been painted onto her dark skin. The top is so low cut that I bet a nipple could pop out at any moment. She’s completely done up. Her black hair is in curls and her makeup is flawless. Reba has a body made for sin. She’s like one of those pin-up dolls with curves in all the right places. I could never fill out a dress like that.
I’m tiny everywhere and it feels like it even more as I stand next to her in my simple white dress. The top hugs my small boobs and flares out at the hips. It’s one of my favorite dresses because the material is lightweight and perfect for a Chicago summer. But this dress could easily be worn to any function and it’s nothing like what Reba has on.
“Look!” I turn around to show her my back. There’s a small slit that reveals a little skin. It’s not much, but I’m trying.
“Your hair looks good.” She reaches out and touches one of my white-blonde locks. I love my hair. It’s got some wave in it and I never have to put in much effort. It’s easy but still pretty.
“Thanks,” I say and go to grab my purse.
“Not so fast.” I turn to look at her. “You’re not wearing flats.”
I glance down at my feet, then over to hers.
“I’ll die in something like that.” She’s got on what look like four- or five-inch heels.
“Don’t you have something else?”
“Yeah, I think.” I make my way back to my room and grab a pair of heels. I sit down on my bed and wrap the straps around my ankle and up my calves before I buckle them.
I walk back into the living room and Reba laughs. “Those are wedges, not heels.”
“They’re adorable,” I protest as I turn around to show her. They are white with a bow on the back of the heel.
“You’re what’s adorable, Ivy.” She reaches in her little purse and digs for a minute before pulling out lipstick and handing it to me. “This will match well.”
It’s a soft pink with a little sparkle. I walk over to the bathroom and put it on.
“While you’re in there, lose the bra,” I hear her say.
I debate it for a moment but finally give in, taking it off and looking at myself in the mirror. You can almost see my nipples. I step out and show her, pointing right at them.
“What if I get cold—”
“Or turned on,” she interrupts, but I ignore her.
“They’ll show!”
“I know.” She wiggles her perfectly shaped eyebrows at me.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I mumble and finally pick up my bag.
“It’s going to be fun, Ivy. It’s just a party.”
I roll my eyes at her. “It’s an orgy!” I correct.
“It’s a sex club. It just so happens to be orgy night.” She shrugs one shoulder. “Babe. You don’t have to do anything. Just come have fun. Take a look around and come out of that sexless box you’ve put yourself in.” She takes a step closer to me and grabs my hand. “I want you to go in there and feel sexy and alive. I want you to crave sex, because I don’t think you do. And that’s a shame.”
I bite my lip knowing she’s right. I don’t really think about it. It’s an afterthought, and I don’t put myself out there.
“I’m doing it,” I tell her, feeling a little more confident. “Well, I don’t mean it like sex, I just mean I’m going. Okay?” I nervously correct myself as I ramble on.
“Come on,” she says with a laugh in her words, and we head out.
When we hit the street I feel my excitement start to grow as some of the doubt washes away.
“We can walk,” she tells me. I don’t know how she runs around the city in heels as tall as hers.
“The place is close?” I ask, somewhat shocked. What if someone recognizes me?
“Yeah. It’s why I moved here.”
We walk about six blocks and I notice that men turn to look at us. They always do when I’m with Reba, but this time I notice their eyes on me, too. She stops at the top of a set of stairs. I can’t see where they lead down to, but there’s a sign over them that reads Members Only. There’s no name, or any other identifier to show what the place is.
“You ready?” she asks as she smiles excitedly at me.
“As I’ll ever be.”
We walk down the stairs and she pushes a button. The door is set up like an old speakeasy, so a peephole slides open, revealing a woman’s eyes. She doesn’t say anything, just slides it closed and opens the door for us.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Lady Reba,” the beautiful woman says.
“Same to you, Lacy. Remember I said I was bringing someone?”
“Of course.” The tall redhead looks at me. “Oh my.” Her eyes run up and down my body. “They’re going to enjoy her.”
The door is closed and bolted behind me, and Reba takes my hand and leads me down the small hallway. Once we reach the end, the room opens up and there’s a bar in front of us. I chance a glance around the room and then feel my cheeks burn. About ten men have their eyes on me and they look hungry.
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