The food looked delicious, but what now captured her attention was the large platform in the middle of the room that Gina stood on. The stage was packed with men wearing masks. Clad in black suits that matched their masks, she could see that underneath the suits they had on white button-up shirts. Only the shirts were unbuttoned and bared their amazing physiques. Ava had never seen so many men with sculpted bodies in one place. Large pecs. Taut stomachs. Involuntarily, Ava fanned herself.
From what she could see Gina had made some terrific selections. The men were from all races so in a sense it was like choosing which flavor of ice cream you wanted from an endless selection. As Ava’s eyes ran up and down the stage, she couldn’t decide which man was more attractive. Being able to look at their faces might have made the selection a little easier but, secrecy was supposed to be the theme of this little weekend together.
“Ladies. May I have your attention?”
Ava surfaced from her private thoughts as Gina tried to get everyone’s attention. The rest of the women came to stand in front of the stage. Many of them were already pointing and whispering. She hoped these guys knew what they had themselves in for with these horny housewives.
“Thank you. Now first of all I want to say thank you so much for coming. You all are well aware who I am so let’s skip all the formalities and get down to business. Before you ladies is a selection of the finest men that Miami has to offer. They are yours to do with as you will. Their sole mission is to satisfy each and every one of your desires,” Gina said.
“Can I have all of them?” A petite blonde shouted from the crowd.
Gina smiled. “Unfortunately no. I want all the ladies to have a good time. So if you prefer, your handsome gentleman can remain masked for the duration of your time together or they can unmask. If at any time you would like some time to yourself, all the men here have their own quarters they can retire to. Remember, whatever you desire is yours. Now have at it.”
Gina exited the stage, but not before grabbing a long-haired hunky blonde and leaving with him. Ava watched as the women rushed the stage. Through it all the men stood still. Stoic. The men were probably used to being grabbed like the last pair of designer jeans on a shelf, but Ava wasn’t going to participate in the foolery. She wasn’t that desperate. Ava turned her back on the stage and took a few steps when she felt a hand touch the small of her back.
“Excuse me?” A man’s voice said close to her ear.
Ava stopped, suddenly well aware of the hand resting familiarly in that delicious place where her bottom started to curve. She turned around slowly, hesitant to break the contact. Standing in front of her was one of the deliciously appealing men on the menu.
His skin was a beautiful lightly bronzed color. His hair dark and spiky as if he’d just had a fresh cut. Even his chin looked pretty hot. Square and strong, with no stubble. Not to mention his lips. Thick enough to let you know kissing him would be a dream, but not so full that you’d think you were kissing another girl.
“Yes?”
“Forgive me for being out of line. I know that the women here are supposed to select which of us they want, but I couldn’t just stand there and not present myself to clearly the most beautiful woman in the entire room.”
The sound of his voice caused a tremble in places that had not moved in Ava in a very, very long time. “I like a man who knows what he wants, but you don’t have to flatter my ego by telling me I’m the most beautiful woman here.”
“What if you are…to me?” the masked man asked.
Ava studied him as best she could. Briefly her eyes moved past him to watch the women on the stage. A few of them were openly arguing over men on the platform. Others had already moved off with their prizes.
She turned her attention back to the bold man in front of her. “Then I would say you have excellent taste.”
“I’m glad that’s something we can agree on,” the man said. He reached out and curved his arm around her hip, pulling her closer.
Despite her natural instinct to back away, Ava allowed herself to be brought chest to chest with the stranger. The scent of him assailed her senses. Spicy. Bold. Hot. Just like him.
She swallowed. “So tell me, is there anything else we can agree on?”
He nodded. With his free hand, he brushed his thumb across her lips. Her mouth opened slightly in anticipation of him placing his thumb inside. She was somewhat disappointed when he didn’t. Instead his hand slid down to the back of her neck. He held it in his hands. “We can agree that I want you very, very much and that instead of standing here talking, we could be in your room really getting to know each other.”
She stared at him, and he leaned close and took the lobe of her right ear into his mouth. He sucked it into his lips and she felt the first swipe of his moist tongue. It had been so long since she felt desire, since she knew a man really wanted her. She wanted this, needed need this. As the man released the lobe of her ear and stared at her waiting, Ava made a decision.
“So what do I call you?”
“Whatever you want,” he answered.
“Then how about Marco?”
“I’ll be Marco or whoever else you want me to be.”
“Sounds good.” Her gaze drifted to the food buffet. “Shall we eat first?”
He offered her a small smile, even as his eyes appraised her again. Then he nodded his head. “Why don’t we have a little room service…” He grinned and dimples appeared on both cheeks. “Before the room service.”
“I like the way you think.”
“Then give me just a minute, bella,” he said before walking away to capture a waiter’s attention.
He returned with a determined look in his eyes fringed with long dark lashes.
“Is it all set?” she asked.
“Indeed.”
“Then for tonight at least, I’m all yours. Room 304,” Ava said.
Turning, she took a step to leave the ballroom. Marco’s hand settled possessively around her waist. Tonight was going to be the night. She was putting the memory of Joseph’s touch out of her mind forever. As they came to the open doors of the elevator that would take them to her room, Marco slipped his hand inside her dress. So swiftly no one would see them, his hand pushed the side of her dress up with it as his fingers walked a pattern to the band of her panties. Ava didn’t stop him.
As the elevator doors closed behind them, his fingers grew bolder, rubbing her between her legs. She was sure he could feel the dampness of the lace.
“Ready for me, are you?” he whispered, rubbing the soft bud through her panties.
Ava groaned. “Yes.”
The elevator doors opened. They’d made it to the third floor. Marco’s eyes bored into hers.
“Then it’s a good thing we’re here.”
Ava didn’t meet his eyes. She exited the elevator trying to put some distance between them. Walking down the dark burgundy and gold carpeted hallway, she noticed that this floor was much smaller than she thought. It appeared there were only four doors on this entire hall. Number 304 was at the very end. Reaching into her small clutch, she withdrew the key she’d been given. For a moment she just held it. Then she felt Marco’s presence behind her. His erection pressed into her.
“Do you need some help with that?” he whispered, voice close to her ear.
“No. I’ve got it.”
She nodded, but still didn’t put the key into the lock.
“You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”
She turned to face him. “Of course not.”
Marco leaned forward and braced his hands on both sides of the doorway. He leaned down closer to her so that their lips were only a breadth apart. “Good, because I’d really hate not to be able to finish what I started in that elevator.”