Ashes - Book 2 (New Adult Romantic Suspense) by Leslie Johnson Page A

following them instead.
    The back offices of the club are a maze and they turn several corners before they stop and I see the woman insert a key into a door. Gage’s hand is on her ass and his mouth is on her bare shoulder.
    Jealousy twists again. I want to be her.
    The door opens and the woman laughs and takes Gage’s hand, pulling him inside. I’m horrified at myself when I tiptoe down to the door and realize it hadn’t shut all the way.
    Leaning forward, I place my eye to the one or so inch crack, my heart hammering in my chest.
    I see him, walking her backwards and shoving her hands above her head.
    “Harder,” I hear her say, then she cries out for a reason I can’t see.
    What am I doing?
    “Make it hurt,” I hear her say.
    He laughs, a deep vibration that penetrates my uterus.
    I look through the crack of the door again.
    This is so terribly wrong.

Chapter 15 — Gage
    The mystery of the key is solved when Amber stops in front of a door and inserts the one her friend had given her. Apparently, Sophie’s dad is part owner of the club and he has an office somewhere on this floor.
    Fuck yeah. This is exactly what I need to get my mind off the heavy shit I’ve been carrying around the past few days.
    No strings.
    No attachments.
    Just sex.
    A casual release.
    I lean down and kiss Amber’s shoulder and then that sensitive place behind her neck. She pushes back into me. “Mmm,” she moans. I kiss her again.
    When the door is open, she pulls me inside and turns into my arms. She exposes her neck to me and I sink my teeth into her throat.
    “Harder.”
    I bite her again.
    I walk her backward until the wall is at her back. Grasping her wrists, I twist them until they’re over her head.
    “Fuck me, Gage. Hard. Make it hurt.”
    I remember how surprised I’d been the first time she’d asked me to hurt her. I couldn’t. I didn’t know what to do. What the limits were. Mine or hers.
    But it had been fun experimenting and playing in that world. I’d learned and had found some pleasure in her love of pain. Pleasure in her submission.
    It was a nice place to visit, but I didn’t want to live there.
    “Take off your dress,” I tell her and let go of her hands.
    It doesn’t take much, just one tug of the string around her neck and the dress essentially pools at her feet. She isn’t wearing a bra and the panties are barely a string.
    I reach out and palm Amber’s huge breasts. She has implants, I can feel them, like giant balloons in my hands. Beth’s small ones flash across my mind, the soft flesh, the tiny nipples. How responsive they are to the slightest touch.
    Dammit. I have to stop thinking about her.
    I know what Amber wants, but I make her wait. “Please,” she whispers and licks her lips, her breath coming in little gasps. I cave in and twist her nipples until she cries out in pain.
    “More?” I ask her.
    Looking at me with those blue eyes, she licks her lips again. “Please.”
    She cries out, throwing her head back and digging her nails into my arms. I let go and she whimpers. I twist them once more.
    Her fingers lift and she begins to unbutton my shirt. “Tell me what you want,” she says. “I’ll do anything.”
    That’s true. She will. Flashes of me tying her up, spanking her, dripping hot wax onto her cross my mind. Anal sex. Double penetration with a dildo. She wants it all. The harder the better.
    So, what do I want?
    I see Beth again. Lying beneath me. Trusting me enough to take my weight.
    I shake my head and run my hand through my hair. Dammit, she’s like a ghost living in my head.
    I look at Amber, who’s impatiently waiting for my answer, her fingers going from one button to the next.
    “Suck my cock,” I tell her and she smiles, lowering herself to her knees.

Chapter 16 — Beth
    I’m hypnotized. Magnetized. Unable to tear my gaze away. I’m appalled and fascinated by what I’m doing, spying on two people having sex. But I’m even more appalled and fascinated by what