That’s what I should do, there’s no question about it, except my curiosity gets the better of me. Besides—and I have only a gut feeling to support my theory—I don’t think Jaxson would let anything bad happen to me. If for no other reason, he knows I’m working with the police.
I’m no stranger to impulsive decisions and I’m definitely not shy or a prude. I’ve had sex with men within hours of meeting them. I’ve been at a nudist beach or two. I enjoy what life has to offer. Of course all that is a far cry from jumping into a group of half-naked strangers of both sexes about to get really primitive with each other.
It’s a small comfort that no underwear has come off yet.
“Who’s your new escort, big guy?” a sexy brunette says, eyeing me as I take my shoes off.
“A friend of mine,” Jaxson says. “She wants to explore the possibility of becoming an initiate if that’s cool with you all.”
What the hell is he saying? Why all the pretenses? As soon as my shoes are off, I regret my decision. What will they ask me to take off next? I have no idea how far I can take this game.
Jaxson nudges me forward gently. My feet vacillate and I almost lose my balance before I decide to take a couple of timid steps onto the edge of the lush carpet.
Before I know it, a hand wraps around my wrist, pulling me down. I turn to Jaxson for help but all he does is get a hand on my shoulder to push me down faster.
As I find myself next to the heap of sexy human flesh, I feel my cheeks burn. It’s a good thing that the lights give a blush to everything. It’s no use trying to cover up my thighs with my short, cotton skirt. Compared to the others, I might as well be wearing a nun’s habit.
Jaxson plops down next to me soon afterward, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Claiming me, hopefully keeping me from other people’s hands.
“Sorry to hear the news,” one of the guys says.
Jaxson ignores the comment.
“She will be missed,” one of the girls says right before she sinks her tongue inside the sexy brunette’s mouth.
Jaxson rests his hand on my thigh. “Let’s keep all the ugliness outside this chamber,” he says to everyone and no one.
His hand squeezes me gently. I become lightheaded. A moment later, everybody follows the kissing women’s example, groping and licking and kissing in every direction. I can only describe it as a tidal wave of foreplay.
I lift my eyes to Jaxson who raises his eyebrows seductively. My thigh feels bruised with need under his hand. His beautiful eyes turn wicked and his grin goes sinister, so much so it actually scares me a little.
“You have much to learn, Ella Wade,” he whispers in my ear.
I try to remove his hand when Jaxson’s mouth comes crushing down on mine out of the blue. Shock erupts everywhere. Every nerve contracts and then sizzles. Jaxson Cole is fucking kissing me, tongue swirling deep in my mouth, in front of a bunch of half-naked sex ninjas.
My body tenses as I struggle between a maddening desire to kiss him back and a vague determination to stay focused on my duty to help solve Madison’s murder.
Jaxson pulls his delicious lips off mine, moving his hot breath next to my ear. “Kiss me back,” he whispers. “Like you mean it.”
There’s a split second of hesitation before I get what he’s saying. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, inviting his mouth back on mine. My gut tells me this is part of his plan and a way to keep me away from anyone’s reach, and since he also happens to taste better than anything I’ve ever put in my mouth, it’s easy to comply. His warm tongue awakens every cell in my body, making me wild with a sudden desire.
“What the fuck are you doing, Ella?” the nagging voice in the back of my head whispers but I push it aside to stay in the moment. I’m a journalist on the job, after all, and this might be my only chance at kissing someone as delicious as Jaxson Cole. No matter how superficial it sounds, it’s also thrilling.
I lose track of time in his kiss that turns rougher and more intimate at the same time as our mouths mesh together completely. In my haze, I sense he’s acting a little too enthusiastic. Jaxson’s hand rests on the back of my head, messing with the curly strands of my hair. I desperately want him to slip his hand under my blouse and find my eager skin.
My foolishness becomes apparent when Jaxson unglues his lips from mine, winking at me. Within a second, I realize that while we were kissing, underwear and stockings started coming off all around us.
As I turn my face to the right, a semi-erect penis almost pokes my eye. For what it’s worth, it’s an impressive penis that belongs to an impressive male specimen, but why on Earth is it swinging freely so close to my face?