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Her fingers weredepths of her cunt, her paler grew, striking with devastating need through every cell of her body, while fulfillroan tore froainst the bed in exhaustion long hs, so wickedly hot she felt each bone andinside her Yet, she lay there, frustrated, unable to clier
"Da at the untidy state of the silk sheets she had slept between
She kicked the comforter out of her way as she stalked to the closet and opened it furiously She was tired of waiting She had played nice for a week now The perfect little houseguest, never overstepping her boundaries, flirting to no avail, and wandering about the huge mansion in complete boredom as he made himself scarce
She pouted as she pulled a short skirt from the closet and matched it with a small top The stark white, barely decent skirt flared fro the curves of her ass and swishing sensually along her upper thighs It bared the flesh of her stoh hem of her white Grecian-style top to only inches above the throbbing, swollen tissue of her clit
The e earthy teardrop against her dark flesh She shook her head, running her fingers through the wavy length of her long, dark hair before flipping it over her shoulder, a s ends caressed her lower back
She felt decadent, sexy and wild And she looked it
"Take that, Mr Sinclair," she whispered with a sensual little smile as she pushed her feet into the white stiletto heels
She was tired of trying to be good Of feeling her way a close attention to those he steered her away from She knew the women he would prefer she not associate with Tally Conover, Kiton especially, and Tessa Andrews and her mother Ella Wyman Wives of now uest at the latest party she had attended The Trojans, of course, being the nicknahter of Ian’s housemaid, had been at first hesitant to discuss The Club, its members or their wives It had taken a vow of utet the information out of the woman That those wives Ian steered her away fro women to have everIan by sneaking into the club, atteenerally causing havoc whenever the opportunity presented itself It was Ivy’s opinion they did so merely to tempt the overly dominant personalities of their husbands
Those were the women Courtney wanted to talk to The ones who knew Ian, ere intimate with the Trojans, their lifestyles and the rumors But first--she ns of movement as she stepped into the foyer and headed to the back of the house--she wanted to see The Club itself
She had noticed the vehicles arriving earlier, parking along the back of the estate near the rear entrance that led to the rooms reserved for The Club’swas off-limits to her, and that she should confine herself to the , she thought with an inelegant, little snort
She moved quietly to the back of the foyer, to the door beneath the stairs Turning the knob, she opened it carefully before stepping inside The hall ell lit, carpeted with a thick, rich cream carpet thatthe corridor
She refused to sneak She squared her shoulders, raised her head andthe hallith the supres She belonged here And if Ian were behind those closed double doors ahead, then she would fight anyone who dared attempt to deter her
She opened the doors without a care, stepping into the marble foyer that held the entrance to the back of the house As she closed it behind her, Matthew Harding, who had been introduced at a recent party, stepped from a small office at the side of the room
His hazel eyes immediately darkened as his dark brows snapped into a frown He ell over six feet tall, broad, uessed He held his shoulders back, his body straight and ready to move at a moment’s notice
"Hello, Matthew" She allowed a small, devilish smile to tilt her lips as she moved confidently for the set of doors that she assumed led to The Club’s main rooms
"Miss Mattlaw" He stepped quickly in front of the doors "Have you lost your way, ma’am?"
She lifted a brow as he blocked the doors, her eyes narrowing enough to allow hi that she wouldn’t be barred from the rooms
"No, I haven’t" Ice tipped her voice "I know exactly where I want to go"
He crossed his ar deeper
"These rooms are off-limits to you, ma’am I think you were already informed that the back of the house is no place for you to be If you wish to visit, then Mr Sinclair will have to accompany you"
Luck was a mercurial suitor Some days she had it in spades, others, it eluded her entirely This evening, it see his attention to fracture and give her the opening she needed to slip into the roo innocently at the irate butler and the more than surprised club member as he stared back at her
She stepped inside the ornately decorated roo over the heavy chairs and dark tables It reminded her quite a bit of her father’s study Shelves lined the inner wall, stacked with books and erotic statuettes A fireplace flickered merrily on one end of the room, while banks of s looked out on a heated pool and Jacuzzi
Several seating arrangements were scattered about the ballroom-sized rooraced the far end with a wealth of bottles lined up along the wall