THE MITUS TOUCH: Book One of The Touch Series

by Stoni Alexander

  While smoothing pink gloss over her lips, her phone buzzed.

  Ready? Taylor texted.

  Yes.

  Two minutes later, there was a knock on her door. Brigit stepped into the shadowy hallway and startled at Taylor’s black cat masquerade mask covered in sparkly silver gems.

  “Do you need to borrow a mask?”

  Brigit’s eyebrows shot up. “You have more than one?” Before Taylor answered, Brigit retrieved hers and returned to the hallway. “Please tie the ribbons.”

  Stepping out of the elevator in the Tapestry room, Brigit assumed the party would be teeming with Beltway big shots, but the milling guests didn’t extend beyond the staff. Even as she scanned the masked partygoers, she sensed Colton’s absence. Her libido was fast asleep. No Colton and no silver disco ball dangling from the ceiling. And the dance floor had been removed. Instead, four rows of cushioned folding chairs had been placed in front of a black velvet curtain. What is this? Movie night?

  Red moseyed over, her face partially hidden behind an ornate gold mask. Her rich umber gown accentuated her leggy figure.

  “When do the guests arrive?” Brigit asked.

  Red gave her a cryptic smile. “Just us.”

  Masked employees dressed in their best duds tossed back champagne and feasted on fancy hors d’oeuvres. Why would Colton host a party and not invite anyone besides his staff? And where was the masked crusader?

  Shane, wearing a Batman mask, appeared with another platter of hors d’oeuvres and more champagne. The bubbly was chilled, crisp and delicious. Over an hour later, as she finished her second glass, the lights flickered. Staff gravitated toward the chairs. Still no Colton. What is going on?

  “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.” Vanessa’s voice punched through the sound system. “It’s time for our senses to be aroused, our bodies to be titillated and our minds to be blown. Please be seated and help me welcome Mandy and Tony to Fornication Nation.”

  What did she say?

  The staff took their seats as the curtain rose to reveal a stage bathed in soft red spotlights. The only item on it was a king bed covered in a fitted crimson sheet with four pillows.

  Oh, boy. Taylor tried to guide Brigit forward, but Brigit dug her stilettos into the carpet. She could see plenty standing four feet behind the last row.

  “Colton wants you up front,” Taylor whispered.

  “Bully for Colton.” That expensive champagne sloshing around in her stomach had suddenly lost its appeal.

  Taylor sat in the last row and motioned for Brigit to join her. Holding her ground, Brigit shook her head.

  A man dressed in a full-length dark smoking jacket and black mask escorted a woman onto the stage. She wore a red gown and matching stilettos, her face partially concealed behind a red sequined mask. As she faced the audience, the man unzipped her gown and pulled the straps off her shoulders. The dress tumbled to the floor. Clad in only her mask and stilettos, she waited.

  Brigit lowered her head, her heart thundering loudly in her ears. It was one thing to go to a club, but Colton brought his fetish home.

  Was this his idea of fun on a Friday night? Though she could only see the backs of Mitus’s minions, no one fidgeted in their seats. Did they like this erotic entertainment or were they forced to endure because their controlling boss demanded it?

  And then she knew. Colton hadn’t expected her to follow him to his club. She’d stumbled into his erotic world of her own volition. But tonight? Tonight was premeditated. Was this his way of letting her know what to expect? Or was he testing her, watching her reaction from the shadows? Whatever his reasons, she would meet this challenge head-on. Lifting her head, she eyed the nude performer.

  Mandy was fair skinned with large breasts and silver-dollar-sized areolas. She had a contoured midriff, meaty hips, ample buttocks and full legs. One beat at a time, Brigit’s heart rate returned to normal. She could do this. Yes, she could.

  Tony collected the discarded dress, sauntered into the shadows and returned with a bottle of body oil. Drizzling the liquid into his palm, he fondled her breasts until her nipples hardened. His sensual rubdown continued until her entire body glistened under the red lights. Then, he untied his sash and dropped the robe, revealing dark skin and a hairless, well-defined chest. As she stared at his firm abs, massive erection and body-builder thighs her pulse quickened. Mandy’s turn to coat him in oil until his toned skin glistened beneath the lights.

  And then, Colton appeared next to her. The heat radiating off him warmed her body. Don’t look at him. Do. Not. Look. As she peeked through a coating of thick lashes, a jolt of adrenaline ripped through her. Framed by the black masquerade mask, his feral eyes glowed wildly.

  Shrouded in mystery, he looked dangerous and sexy as hell. Her skin tingled and her cheeks flushed with a primal need.

  His magnetic pull, commanding power and restrained lust poured from him. She couldn’t think beyond grabbing his broad shoulders, pressing her mouth to his and losing herself in him. For hours. And hours.

  With his gaze fixed on the performers, he closed the small gap between them. When their arms touched, a surge of electricity flew through her. She imagined all of him pressed against all of her. Sucking in a sharp breath, his shoulders rose and his chest expanded.

  Move away.

  She couldn’t. But she had to stop staring, so she turned back to the show. The pair had moved to the bed. As she watched Mandy taking Tony’s long, thick shaft into her mouth, she wanted—no, she needed—to do that to Colton.

  She craved him in a way that scared her.

  Brigit’s breasts felt heavy, her tender nipples straining against the soft fabric. She closed her eyes, trying to suffocate her unrelenting desire, but on hearing Mandy’s long, throaty moan, they sprung open. Tony was fervorously sucking her oversized nipple.

  Ohmygod.

  With his steel rod sheathed and ready, he tunneled inside her. Their roaring cries slickened Brigit’s core. Gliding hard and fast, Tony’s grunts and groans reminded her of the sounds Colton made when he was inside her. If she ran her fingers over the curve of Colton’s bicep, she wouldn’t be able to stop. Her need for him so strong she couldn’t breathe.

  Colton placed his hand on the small of her back and a moan shot from her throat. Her body burned; the ache between her legs throbbed. No longer able to resist, she gazed up at him. And he was waiting. His eyes shone with a dark desire.

  A hungry, desperate need shorted her mind. Once hadn’t been enough. She had to have him again. Oh, God, no. Stop, stop, stop. Drawing in a long breath, she tore her gaze away.

  Tony rolled them over. Mandy sat up and glided on his rooted shaft. As he tugged her nipples, she threw back her head and moaned. “You fuck me good, baby,” he growled.

  Brigit was losing control. Her breathing quickened. Her hypersensitive body, primed for a release, was a few strokes from shattering onto the floor. Suddenly, the avalanche surged toward her. She couldn’t move out of the way fast enough to avoid being buried under the weight of her pent-up passion. And there was only one way out.

  Colton.

  She had to get out of there. Go, now.

  Spinning around, she took off toward the back of the room and hightailed it up the stairs. She burst through the door and stepped into the deserted hallway near the kitchen. After pausing to get her bearings, she took a few steps forward.

  Before she could fully process what was happening, Colton whisked her into his arms.

  29

  Tell Me No

  Colton continued walking in one direction. His bedroom. Where he could deposit her curvy body on his bed and bury himself inside her heat. Heading down the hallway toward the foyer, he rounded the corner. And then he stopped at the foot of his grand staircase.

  He waited for her to slap his face or scream at him, but all he heard was her strained breathing thundering in his ears. Though he ached for her, he’d never approach her again if she said no. He needed her for more reaso
ns than he cared to admit. If she quit, he’d be screwed. If she said no, he wouldn’t be screwed. Dammit, stop thinking.

  “Tell me no and I’ll put you down,” he rasped.

  Silence.

  And then he looked at her.

  Though her beautiful face was shrouded in mystery behind the mask, her bright green eyes were pinned on his. A low, rumbly moan cut through the silence and her pouty lips parted. He waited for her bossy command or snarky comeback. But she said nothing as her breasts rose and fell against his chest.

  Placing one foot in front of the other, he started to climb.

  Why in the hell isn’t she stopping me?

  He paused at the top of his expansive staircase and stared into her fiery emerald eyes. “Brigit, tell me to stop. If you don’t, there’s no turning back.”

  Her silence spurred him forward, but halfway down the long hallway, he stopped. His breathing was labored, but not from the climb. From her. Hell, it was all from her. His need for her could bring him to his knees.

  “Dammit,” he growled. “End this.”

  “I can’t.” Her husky voice filled his ears with her unbridled anticipation.

  A sense of urgency hastened his steps. He had somewhere to be and someone to be with. And not just anyone. The only one he wanted in his bed.

  Brigit.

  All damn night long.

  A twist of the doorknob and they were inside his private sanctuary. He kicked the door closed and set her down. Free from his grasp, she could storm out.

  But she didn’t move.

  He threaded his arms around her waist and waited, making absolutely sure she wanted this.

  Tenderly, she placed her hands on his masked cheeks. Even though he couldn’t feel her warm fingers caressing his skin, muscles running along his shoulders relaxed while his dick grew firm. Her touch soothed and stirred him in the best of ways.

  From behind her mask, she gazed intently into his eyes, pulled him close and kissed him.

  Provocative. Irresistible. Perfect. The aroma of sex hung in the air, but they’d not even laid hands on each other. She kissed him again and when he opened his eyes, her fluttering lashes loomed into full view.

  The need to drive himself into her, the same one that plagued him each night this week, vanished. He wanted to make love to her, over and over again. He wanted to fuss over her, spoil her with doting kisses and tease her with a lick or a stroke. He needed to make her writhe with pleasure beneath him.

  “We agreed we wouldn’t repeat last weekend,” she murmured, but her sultry voice defied her words.

  “Then we won’t. We’ll do different things. You can tie me up.”

  The lyrical sound of her sweet laugh seeped into his hardened soul. He stepped back to admire her in one of the gowns he’d personally selected. A goddess stood before him.

  The lacy material flowed over her curvy hips, her petite waist and jutted over her mounds of womanly flesh. He moistened his lips, hungry to taste every inch of her creamy skin. Finally, his journey stopped when his eyes met hers. “You’re stunning, Brigit.”

  As she modeled the gown, he appreciated her form. The material clung to her ass, making his stiff dick ache.

  “I think this elegant dress would look good on anyone,” she said. “It’s the dress. Definitely the dress.”

  Stepping close, he picked up her hand and dropped light kisses along each knuckle. “No, it’s you. Definitely you.” Her beauty reminded him of why he’d carried her away. Stolen her from the world. Captured her for his bed. For him.

  He pulled his phone from his pocket, thumbing through until he found what he needed. Within seconds the hypnotic sounds of Enigma floated all around them from built-in speakers, creating an illusion they were one with the music.

  “Please, dance with me.” He held out his hand and watched her struggle with his request.

  He waited and would wait for as long as it took for her to come willingly to him. What they were about to start couldn’t be reversed. No rewind. No regrets. This was it and she needed to want to take this forbidden step with him.

  She lifted her gaze from his outstretched hand to his face. Searching, searching. What did she hope to find? Goodness? Safety? Security? Agony? Despair? Misery?

  When she placed her hand into his, the lightness of her soul brightened his dark one. He weaved his arm around her waist. Vibrating on a powerful wavelength, they’d let their bodies convey what they wouldn’t say. As they slowly swayed, the sensual rhythm spun a protective cocoon around them.

  The world fell away and she became his entire universe.

  Pulling him closer, she tightened her grip. And then she whispered, “Yes.”

  The only answer he ever really expected.

  Cupping her face, he kissed her. She snaked her fingers into his hair and tugged fistfuls. As she deepened the kiss, her guttural groan filled him with passion. He stopped thinking. Started feeling. Everything was pleasure. He wanted her to let go and give in. And he would take everything she had to give him. Like the treasure she was, he would relish her.

  The kiss ended. She loosened his mocha tie and left it dangling. One by one, she unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled the cloth away. As she pressed her hands on his heated skin, her moan sent another shock wave through him. Though hungry to take control, the anticipation of what she would do next kept him firmly rooted in place.

  She pressed her supple lips to his chest and slowly dotted a line of kisses down to his nipple. Her throaty moan pumped adrenaline through him while she flicked his sensitive nipple with her tongue.

  “Your touch makes me feel so fucking alive,” he murmured.

  Working quickly, she unbuckled his belt, then unfastened and unzipped his pants. They dropped like lead. After toeing off his shoes, he stepped out of the pants. His throbbing erection tented his boxer briefs.

  Her eyes glowed and his cock ached from pure need spiraling through him. She gripped his thick shaft and squeezed. “So big and all mine.”

  Fuck, yes. His penis strained against the confines of his underwear.

  When she released him, she murmured, “Undress me, Colton.” After sweeping her hair over one shoulder so it hung like a cat’s tail, she turned.

  First, he untied the ribbon and set her mask on the cushioned bench at the foot of his bed, then removed his own. Though he wanted her masked, he wouldn’t bring her into his world. He was already breaking his most sacred rule by having sex with his wealth manager. That was enough.

  While pressing his lips to her delicate neck, he slowly unzipped her gown. His soft, worshipful kisses blazed a trail to her shoulder and she released a long, breathy groan. The dress fell away and tumbled to the floor. With her back to him, she collected the gown and draped it across the arm of the bench. Then she shot him a sultry glance over her shoulder.

  Her beautiful, naked backside stilled him. The reality of Brigit standing there in only stilettos exceeded the stream of fantasies that had gotten him through the week. Her toned back, the hourglass curve of her waist, her rounded ass. He removed his jacket and shirt. His dick banged against the cotton briefs and he shed them, eager to free himself.

  She was so fucking irresistible.

  In one stride his hard shaft pushed against her ass. He folded her in his arms, wrapping one across her chest while the other curled around her taut tummy. Now captive in his embrace, she was his. His need for control almost complete.

  With a soft touch, he skimmed her toned torso up to her breasts. Simultaneous groans. He rubbed his fingers across her erect nipple and held her breast.

  She rolled her head against his chest and arched her back, forcing her breast into his palm. He squeezed her engorged nib. She whimpered. He pinched and she rewarded him with a moan. With his other hand, he followed the contours of her waist and hips then slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her sex.

  “Mmm, I need your touch,” she murmured. “So badly.”

  “You’re mine. All night long
,” he whispered into her ear. “And I won’t stop until we both have nothing left to give.”

  He slipped two fingers between her folds and into her dripping core and slowly pulled them back out. On a long whimper, she raised her arms over her head and sank her fingers into his hair. Now, with her completely open to him, he glided freely over her feminine form.

  Suddenly she spun and jumped into his arms, clawing his back with her fingernails. Their lips met in an explosive embrace. He eased her onto his bed and covered her body with his as her lusty sounds filled his ears.

  He could wait no longer. Sliding open the night table, he froze. He wasn’t in the guesthouse where he kept his condoms. Fuck! He rolled onto his back, his throbbing dick protruding like his own personal monument. Her heavy breathing made his balls ache.

  “What’s wrong?” She rolled onto her side, facing him.

  He tucked a loose tendril behind her ear. “I have no condoms here.”

  “What?” Her brow furrowed. “You ran out?”

  “I’ve never invited a woman into my bedroom.”

  Reeling back, her eyes grew wide. “What? Never?”

  “Until now. How the hell did I fuck this up?”

  “Sprint to the guesthouse. I’ll hold your spot.” She waggled her eyebrows.

  Smiling, he rolled out of bed.

  “I was joking, sort of.”

  He trotted into his closet. Returning, he held up the new box of condoms and grinned. “Forgot I bought these.”

  Propped on her elbow, beneath his linens, she looked like she belonged in his bed. He opened the box, pulled out a string of condoms, and lay next to her.

  “That should hold us.” She straddled him, ripped a packet at the perforation and tore it open with her teeth.

  Colton never relinquished control, but Brigit’s take-charge attitude in bed was sexy as hell.

  Without a moment’s hesitation, she rolled it over him, rose up, and slowly worked him in and out of her hot, wet core. As pleasure spiraled through him, her beauty stole his breath.

  Slowly, she glided back and forth.

  So. Fucking. Good.