Oh my god! She was really going to do this. What if she looked stupid? Tabby had never been super coordinated, but from the expression of longing on Linx's face, she didn't think he'd care.
She pressed play and the music started with a blare of horns and a straining bass beat. A man with a soulful voice started singing, telling her to take off her coat, then her shoes. Tabby did as he asked and swayed her hips from side to side to the ballsy beat. She wasn't wearing a dress, but she did have a hat on, which she promptly pulled off, even though the singer told her that she could leave it on.
Tabby ran her fingers through her hair and let the long locks fall to her waist. She couldn’t believe that she was doing this, but somehow was unable to stop. It was as if something inside of her had been unleashed. A wild side she refused to admit even existed within her. Now that it was loose, there was no stopping it. No stopping her.
She slowly began to unbutton her shirt, turning her back to Linx, so she could look at him over her shoulder. His eyes practically glowed red under the emergency lighting. He sat poker straight on the chair, his attention locked on her ass as she swayed from side to side, twirling her hat on her finger.
She pulled her shirt off one shoulder, then winked at him. Tabby wasn't sure if it was the sexy music or the real her finally coming out to play. Whatever the case, she now knew how Taylor felt, when she had a gorgeous man's undivided attention. It was embarrassing to admit, but Tabby loved it.
She dropped the shirt on the ground, unconcerned about her less than perfect figure for the first time in her life. Instead of removing her bra, her fingers slithered down her waist to the clasp on her pants. She flicked the button and wished that she'd actually put on sexier underwear.
Like every other day, she’d dressed for comfort, not appearance. Tabby faltered until she looked at Linx. His breathing had deepened and he looked as if he were ready to jump across the stage to get to her. She took a steadying breath and shimmied out of her pants.
She twirled around the pole in her white cotton briefs, allowing the music to take her away. She'd never been more turned on in her life. Tabby allowed her body to slide down the pole until she was on her knees, then she swayed, running her hands over her bare skin. Her eyes flew open and locked with Linx's glittering gaze. She bit her lip and slowly unhooked her bra, catching it before it fell.
He swallowed hard. His eyes shimmered in the darkness.
The music spoke of love. She glanced around the club one last time to ensure they were alone. Satisfied, Tabby let go of her bra and prowled across the stage on her hands and knees.
* * * * *
Linx couldn't tear his gaze away from her. It was more than obvious she'd never danced for anyone before. The thought thrilled him more than it should. After tonight, Tabby would no longer be able to deny the sensual nature she kept hidden from the world. It was now on full display...for him. And him only. The idea pleased Linx beyond measure.
Despite her blatant inexperience, he'd never been more turned on in his life. He wanted this woman. Wanted Tabby. And Linx was determined to have her.
She rolled her hips and his cock leapt to attention. Linx wasn't sure how much longer he could stay in his seat. The music thumped a sensual beat and she followed the rhythm. Linx knew his eyes were glowing. He couldn't help it. Tabby reached behind her and unhooked her bra, teasing him.
She had no idea what she was playing with, but he did. She dropped the material revealing her small breasts. Despite the fact they were nowhere near the size of the other women he'd seen dance, his mouth went dry. His palms itched to touch her, cup her, mold her. Linx longed to pull Tabby onto his lap and take her nipples into his mouth, sucking first one, then the other. He’d feast upon her until he’d driven her as mad as she was driving him.
Linx crooked a finger and beckoned her over. Tabby crawled toward him, exaggerating each step. His cock felt like it was ready to explode in his pants. Linx had to touch her, taste her--take her.
Tabby hesitated at the edge of the stage as the music wound down. Linx reached for her before she could change her mind and pulled her into his arms. His mouth crashed down upon hers in a punishing kiss.
He'd never tasted anything so sweet. She didn't immediately respond until his thumb brushed her nipple, then Tabby moaned and plunged her fingers into his hair, yanking his head closer.
Linx deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the seam of her lips. When she finally opened for him, he dove inside. Heat swept through his body, making his already stiff shaft even harder. He growled and tightened his grip on her hip.
Tabby wiggled around until she straddled his thighs. She swayed her hips one last time before the music died. Linx's growl turned to one of desperation. He pulled back from the kiss so he could run his hands over her small breasts and cup them. Her nipples perked to tight pointed peaks. He pinched and squeezed them until they flushed rose, then urged her forward so he could take her into his mouth.
The second he sucked her eager flesh between his lips, Linx knew he was in trouble. She tasted like home. The kind of home a cat like him would want to return to every night. This could not be happening. Even as the thought crossed his mind, Linx knew he couldn’t stop. He sighed and flicked his tongue over her nipple, feeling it quiver. He nibbled on Tabby’s flesh until she threw her head back.
"I want you." He rubbed his face back and forth between her breasts, leaving his scent all over her.
* * * * *
Tabby gasped and clutched his head. She was lost in a sea of sensation. She'd felt his hard shaft, when he'd pulled her onto his lap. But the second he kissed her, she'd lost all reason. The man could kiss. She'd give him that. She had never been kissed with so much passion. He'd poured every ounce of his hunger and need into that kiss and she'd felt it all the way to her toes. Even now her core moistened and throbbed, demanding release.
She'd never wanted anyone like she wanted Linx and it terrified her.
What in the world had possessed her to dance for him?
It had seemed so natural at the time. But there was nothing natural about the heat building between them right now. He flicked his tongue. Her nipple beaded painfully. She dug her fingers into his hair and pulled, but he didn't let go.
His hand slid down her waist to her underwear. Linx knotted his fingers into the fabric and pulled. Tabby's underwear ripped, then dropped onto his lap.
"Touch me," he growled.
It was a request and a demand. One she could not ignore.
Were they really going to do this? Even as she asked the question, Tabby's hands had already started to move. They fluttered down the front of his shirt until they reached his pants. He was so hard, she couldn't get the clasp to open, so she ran her hand over the outline of his shaft.
Linx hissed and his gaze locked on hers. "Do it again."
She did and felt him grow beneath her fingertips. Tabby bit her lip. "You're going to bust a seam if I don't get these off you."
He swallowed hard and seemed to force himself to release her so that he could help. With a quick flick of his wrist, his pants sprang open and his cock surged forth. Moisture pooled between Tabby's thighs. He was so big, so thick. She had to look again just to be sure she hadn't imagined his size. She hadn't.
One thick finger reached between her legs and ran down the length of her moist seam. Tabby's hips jerked as Linx skimmed her clit.
"Like that, do you?" he asked.
All Tabby could do was nod.
He pulled her close and kissed her deep. At the same time, Linx plunged his finger into her drenched channel. Tabby gasped against his lips as he added a second, then a third.
"You're so tight. I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, before raining kisses over her face and sucking on her earlobe.
Coming from any other man, she'd have laughed, but Linx had something monstrous to brag about. He sucked harder. Tabby's thighs trembled and she nearly collapsed onto his lap. She was so close. If he kept working his
fingers in and out of her like that, she'd explode. "Linx, please."
She felt more than saw his smile. "I love it when you beg me."
"Jerk," she muttered, then yelped as he nipped her ear.
"You love it." Linx choked as she grasped him and began working her hands up and down his length. "Don't do that," he said.
"It's only fair." She groaned as he plunged his fingers deep and rotated his hand until his knuckle dug into her clit.
* * * * *
"I can't wait much longer." Linx continued to play with her flooded channel. From this position, he couldn't taste her and he desperately wanted to.
He thumbed the hidden bundle of nerves guaranteed to send Earth women into ecstasy. Tabby's thighs gave out, trapping his hand inside of her. He took advantage of the position, feasting on her breasts while he continued to tease her clit. Her body trembled and she released a keening cry that was pure music to his sensitive ears. She shuddered in his arms and her skin flushed as her release swept through her body.
Linx carefully pulled his fingers out, then brought them to his mouth and licked each one. Her eyes flared as she watched him and she flushed even deeper.
He'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. And she was all his. Tabby just didn't know it yet. Linx continued to brush her clit until her trembling eased, then he lifted her and grasped his cock.
She opened her mouth to say something, but he covered her lips with a searing kiss and dropped her onto his shaft. Tabby was so wet that she slid down the length of him. He could feel her body stretch to accommodate his size. So hot. So perfect. Mine. Linx arched his hips, sending his cock even deeper.
Tabby gasped.
He rocked again.
She moaned. "Oh god, you feel incredible. I--I..."
Linx thrust, finally seating himself completely inside of her tight channel. If he'd had doubts before that they’d be perfect together, they were gone now.
"Ride me." His breath rushed from his chest as she rose up and dropped down on him.
Tabby rolled her hips.
Linx's jaw clenched as her body clamped down around him. "I want you."
"You have me." She ground her sex into his.
Linx shook his head. "You don't understand."
"Too much talk." Tabby bit his bottom lip. “More action.”
His eyes shot open and he growled. Biting was an important part of Phantom mating, but there was no way that Tabby could know that. “Why did you bite me?”
“I don’t know. Seemed like the right thing to do.” She shrugged. “Didn’t you like it?”
“Oh, I liked it alright. Too much.” Linx grabbed her hips. In less than a second, he flipped her over the arm of the chair and was powering into her from behind. He draped his hard body over hers and bit down on her shoulder.
Tabby cried out. In shock? In pain? Linx didn’t know. Didn’t care. He was too far gone. Whatever the reason, it must’ve been fleeting, because she raised her butt higher to give him better access to her entrance.
* * * * *
He was so big, his body practically surrounded her. Tabby had no idea how she'd ended up beneath him, bent over the arm of the chair, but somehow he'd managed it. His huge shaft continued to tunnel into her, digging deeper, driving her to new heights.
Taylor had always said there was sex, and there was ruin. As long as you stayed on the sex side of the fence, you'd be okay. Tabby knew beyond a doubt that she'd slipped from sex to ruin five minutes ago. No way would any guy be able to match Linx. She was officially ruined for life.
He thrust hard, rocking her forward with his powerful hips. His grunts turned animalistic as he did his best to fuck her into oblivion. Linx licked and kissed her neck where he'd bit her. It had only hurt for a minute. The burn quickly turned to pleasure and seemed to tingle under his touch.
Tabby felt her body begin to tighten. She'd already climaxed once. She recognized the building throb between her thighs, though she couldn’t believe it was possible.
Linx must have sensed the tension too because he increased his speed. Tabby's world narrowed in the low lighting, then exploded in a wash of white as her second orgasm struck. She bucked beneath him.
Tabby moaned.
Linx clamped his hands onto her hips. His nails bit into her skin as he slammed forward, taking her breath away. He did it twice more, then stilled, buried to the hilt inside of her. His bellow sounded more like a roar as his hips jerked and warmth flooded her.
Tabby's body shuddered as a third release took her. This one smaller, but no less powerful. Not that she was complaining, but it was odd. She'd never been this responsive. Ever.
Linx's big body melted over hers and his warm spicy scent filled her nostrils. He took a deep breath and his chest rumbled in what could only be described as a loud purr.
"Mine." He gently kissed the side of her neck.
Tabby's heart jumped. It was one thing for someone to cry out in the heat of passion. It was quite another for them to say endearments after the fact. What had she gotten herself into? She, Tabby Shelley, had just had unprotected sex with a stranger. She'd obviously lost her mind. Or maybe it was the stress of dealing with Sergei and Taylor? Whatever the reason, she needed some serious questions answered, but they'd have to wait until they got out of here. "We'd better hurry. We’ve already been here too long."
* * * * *
Linx reluctantly slipped out of her. He didn't want to. Already he could feel his body twitching as it slowly came back to life. In another few minutes, he'd be ready to take her again.
Tabby shimmied out from beneath him. She picked up her underwear. Frowned, then dropped it back onto the ground. She climbed onto the stage to get her clothes and dressed quickly. Linx noticed she didn't look at him.
Again, not the response he was used to getting from most women after he’d made love to them. But Tabby wasn't like most women. She was stubborn, obstinate…and adorable. The kind of woman that would make a good mate.
The word didn't bring panic like it used to. Odd, that. He eyed Tabby closely. Was she? Could she be? There’d be plenty of time to find out the answer once they finished their mission.
He hadn't removed his clothing, so it took but a moment for him to once again be fully dressed. Tabby still wouldn't meet his gaze as she switched on the flashlight and made her way across the club.
"His office is back here somewhere." She didn’t check to see if he'd followed.
Linx didn't care for the change in her demeanor. He could sense her pulling away. And that was something he could not allow. Linx had no intention of letting Tabby go. Not until he knew for sure. The sooner she understood that, the better.
* * * * *
Chapter Six
Sergei’s office turned out to be nothing like the gaudy club. It was neat, organized, and empty of anything incriminating. Tabby had searched the place twice, even going so far as to knock on all the walls and the floor to see if there were any hidden compartments. Other than a Glock and a shotgun, which weren’t illegal, there was nothing that could be used against him.
“We have to go,” Linx said.
“I know. Just let me look through the filing cabinet one more time,” Tabby said.
Linx stopped her before she could open the drawer. “You’ve already searched it twice. There is nothing here.”
Angry tears filled her eyes. “There has to be. I know he’s dirty. I know it.”
Linx’s expression softened and he caressed her face. “You’re right, but he is smart enough not to get caught so easily. We’ll have to think of something else.”
“Like what?” Tabby slumped down into Sergei’s chair. “I thought for sure that he was hiding something here.”
“We could always kidnap your sister.” He grinned at her.
“Then what?” A lone tear slipped down her cheek before Tabby could scrub it away. “There will be nowhere on Earth that we could hide.”
Linx gave her a strange look that Tabby cou
ldn’t begin to decipher. “I may be able to help in that regard.”
“Oh yeah, you have a Bond villain hideout that we can use?” she asked.
“No, but I have something far better. I know of a place where Sergei would never look, could never find,” he said.
Tabby wished that magical location truly existed, but she was a realist. “Sergei and his network have eyes everywhere. It’s the nature of their business.”
Linx stared at her. “Not everywhere,” he said, but didn’t expand upon his answer.
They put everything back in place, until it looked as if they’d never been here. “Let’s get out of here.” Tabby glared at the empty office. For the first time, she was worried that there was no way to defeat him.
* * * * *
"Boss, you'd better come see this," Boris said.
Sergei Belovich rose from his booth and followed his bodyguard to the back of the club. "What is it?"
Boris pointed at the back doorknob. "Viktor brought this to my attention after his daily walk around."
Sergei leaned over and looked at the knob. There was no mistaking the scratches on the door or what they meant. "Has anything been taken?"
"Doesn't look like it," Boris said. "I'm about to check the video now."
Sergei glanced at him and back at the door. Those marks showed the signs of an amateur, but he'd been in this business too long to take anything for granted. It’s why he’d recently installed the recording system. "Let me know what you find."
"Da, boss," Boris said.
Sergei strolled back to his booth and ordered another drink. The music in the club changed and Taylor came strutting out on stage. He sat back and sipped his whiskey as she took to the pole like she was born for it. Her lean hips swayed as she performed a bump and grind just for him. Sergei felt his shaft begin to harden. If the club wasn't busy, he'd take her right here in the booth, when she finished her dance. Taylor would let him. It was one of the things he liked about her.
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