“Let me down.” He pauses. “I want to touch you.”
He closes his lust-filled eyes and opening them again he lets me slide down every delicious inch of him until my feet hit the floor. Ruben backs up to his desk, and quickly removing his clothes, stands before me completely naked. My breath hitches at the sight. He’s magnificent. He has a muscular physique, which is coated with his tanned skin. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at him. As I stand watching him, he takes hold of his penis, I mean cock. Nope, doesn’t do anything for me.
But watching him stroke along his length with the tip leaking is making my knees weak and if I don’t do something soon he’s going to be coming without me.
Removing my clothes, I toss them onto a chair off to the side and stay standing across the office from Ruben.
“Sit in your chair,” I instruct.
He wraps his fists around the base of his shaft and looks to be squeezing. I smirk knowing he’s trying to stop himself from squirting everywhere before we’ve begun.
As he turns his back to me, I get one hell of a view of his delectable, firm butt. God, this man makes my mouth water and other parts of me uncomfortable.
Now that he’s sitting in his office chair, I slowly walk toward him while rubbing my aching nipples. His gaze is transfixed on my fingers while my gaze is locked on to the huge erection jutting out—and proud—of a very light sprinkling of hair on his groin.
As I’m standing before him, he places his hands on my hips.
I keep one hand on my breast and with my other I rub between my legs, coating my fingers with my excitement for him. His eyes glaze over and I realize he’s holding on by a thinner thread than I first thought.
Dropping to my knees, his hands move to my shoulders, and as he starts caressing me, his eyes darken with lust. My hands caress up from his ankles and up his leg and thighs, coming to rest at his groin. His cock starts to jerk knowing what’s coming next.
With one finger, I stroke from between his legs, over his quivering balls and up along his thick shaft to the soaked bulbous head of his penis. Unable to resist any longer, my head tilts towards his groin and my tongue slips out from between my lips to swirl around the head of him. I feel his fingers slide into my hair and with a gentle massage, he urges me to carry on—to take him into my mouth.
I don’t need telling twice and with one powerful suck, his penis is filling my mouth to bursting. But I don’t really care. All I care about is how he feels. Hard. Smooth. Pulsing. The more I swirl my tongue around the head of him, the more he leaks pre-cum. Pulling back, I let him slide out of my mouth before licking him from tip to base where I decide to lap at his balls. There is only a light sprinkling of hair around the base of his shaft, but his balls are free of hair and make me want to sample them.
Dipping further between his legs, I lick and suck. Pressing my tongue on a sensitive spot, I hear him hiss. I love having him at my mercy, knowing he’s trying to keep his dominant ways buried for me. That just makes me love him all the more.
Moaning, I take his balls into my mouth, massaging them with my tongue before lapping up the length of his penis to take him into my mouth again. He gently pumps his hips back and forth into my mouth. His hands are gripping the arms of the chair and as I look up, he has his head thrown back with his face toward the ceiling, and the pulse in his neck is going crazy.
I spread my knees wider desperate to have some attention on my core, but for now I imagine Ruben’s down there with his magic mouth, lapping and sucking my clit into his mouth. Oh God, my clit is throbbing and all it’s going to take is one touch to send me into orgasm.
Relaxing my throat Ruben’s penis touches the back of it, which brings him up cussing and swearing. Before I can even think, he slides free of my mouth and has me face down on his desk with my legs spread and his fingers inside me.
“Fuck! You’re as turned on as I am, and look at your swollen nub. Oh sweet Jesus.”
“Ruben, fuck me…Ah…Oh…Umm…” He’s inside me before I can finish my sentence.
“I need to go away more often if this is the welcome home I’m going to get, babe.”
And then there are no more words as he slides his hands beneath me to hold my breasts; he starts to piston in and out of me. His balls smack against my clit, sending shards of pleasure through me. I grip the table, as his thrusts get harder—sharper— more defined. He pinches my nipples and my climax rips through me, squeezing down on his shaft. Ruben moves his hands and grabs on to my hips to keep me still as he slams once more to the very depth of me before releasing white ribbons of his cum inside me. I feel his penis jerking with his release, my release being prolonged by his.
Even with Ruben lying spent over me I can still feel small tremors inside me travelling along the length of him. He had started to shrink, but not anymore. Now he’s hard and pulsing inside me.
“Ah, Rosie. You’re going to kill me.” Ruben wraps his arms around me and staying buried inside me, he lifts me up as he takes two steps back before dropping into the chair.
“Umm. That felt good.” When he dropped down with me on his lap, the pressure of me landing with him sent his penis even deeper. “I’m not going to be able to walk.”
“You don’t need to walk until I take you out for breakfast tomorrow morning. Or, better yet, I’ll get you breakfast in bed.” He moves my hair from my shoulder and kisses me where my neck and shoulder meet. My favorite spot.
“I’m working tonight and before you say someone will cover, I am cover. So behave and think about getting me naked tonight when the club is closed.”
He grumbles. “You can at least let me hold you for a bit longer.”
“I’d like that.” I love this man.
Chapter 27 ~ Ruben
Well, there sure is a first time for everything, like making love to Rosie in my office. If I close my eyes I can still feel her wet heat surrounding my hard-as-fuck dick. She felt amazing and always gets me real excited. She had me so worked up that I thought I’d squirt all over my own hand before I even slipped inside her.
“Ruben, I’m heading upstairs to shower and change for work…Ruben, you listening?”
“Um, what?” I mumble catching the tail end of what she said, but no real idea as to what she’s going on about.
Rosie grins and standing in front of me uses her hand to squeeze me through my jeans causing a groan to slip out of my mouth.
“I think we need to go upstairs,” I suggest, bending to kiss and nibble along her neck.
She chuckles, pushing me away from her, but not before she rubs my dick again with her hand. I’m ready to get naked again. In fact, we don’t even need to get naked. We only have to unzip a few things and we’ll have access to the important parts.
“If you weren’t lost in space you’d have heard me tell you I’m going upstairs to shower and to get ready for work…and no you can wait down here until I’m finished, otherwise, I’ll be late and Kenza will be packed with only two on the bar.”
“Grrr. In a few weeks we’re both taking time off and I’m going to take you somewhere so I get you to myself for the week.” I wiggle my brows, making her laugh, but I can see from the glaze in her eyes that she’d like that. “Just you, me; naked for the whole week…no clothes allowed.” I grin liking my idea more and more as I speak.
Rosie walks toward the door and before opening it she looks at me from over her shoulder, giving me a smoldering look. She’s driving me fucking crazy when I can’t follow her.
“I’ll go on this naked retreat on one condition.” She watches me for my response, which I give with a nod of my head. “The condition is that the first night there I get to,” she pauses with a lovely flush to her cheeks, “um, be in the driving seat,” she quickly blurts out leaving me stunned.
Does she mean what I think she means? She can’t… Can she?
“Yes, Ruben. I’m going to lick and suck you so you come in my mouth and then I’m going to ride the hell outta you
,” she shoots out of my office door, slamming it behind her before my actual brain catches up with my little brain, which is hard-as-fuckin’ hell.
Grinning, I reach down and shove the band of my shorts over my dick to help keep it tamed. Damn uncomfortable.
There’s a bang on my office door before Simon comes walking in as though he owns the place. His attitude of late is pissing me off and makes me wonder if he has anything to do with the problems going on here at the club. I know Simon being the problem is something my brothers and I thought about not too long ago, but he’s never given me any reason to suspect him. Shit. This problem at the club needs to stop and soon because until it does all the staff is suspect and I’m so close on doing an unexpected locker search, which I know will piss everyone off. I need to think more on it.
“A problem?” I finally ask a frowning Simon.
“Depends on what you mean by problem.” He sighs and drops down into the chair opposite my desk, reserved for visitors. “The club’s running well, but there’s a woman at the bar and she’s insisting on talking to you. Seems you may know her in the carnal way if you get my drift. Says she’s called Miranda.
Miranda. That name sounds familiar. Where do I know it from… Shit, the woman I fucked and had a really bad feeling about as I left. What the hell is she doing here? Rosie!
“Where’s Rosie?” Jumping out of my chair, I grab my cell from my desk and make my way to the door.
“She’s not appeared yet.”
Thank God.
“Okay. Let me find out what she wants.” Walking down the back corridor, I hope to hell Rosie doesn’t come down until I’ve gotten rid of Miranda. The last time she saw me with someone I’ve fucked it didn’t go down too well.
Hunter spots me walking toward where he’s standing next to Miranda and he doesn’t look too happy. He breaks away from her and passing me says, “You better hope Rosie doesn’t see her. She doesn’t need that,” he points over his shoulder, “shoved in her face.”
He walks away before I can respond. My fists clench at my side wanting to hit something or someone, but in reality, he spoke the truth and I know I need to get her out of here really quick before Rosie appears.
The perfume Miranda is wearing is overpowering and doesn’t really have a pleasant scent, which causes me take a step back to try and get rid of the smell. What the fuck was I thinking when I fucked her? Well, I wasn’t really thinking or rather I was but with a different part of my anatomy, and the hair reminded me of my Rosie. Thinking of Rosie has me taking that step back again, and standing behind her.
Tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention away from the guy she’s giving the eye too, I let her see my impatience. “What are you doing here?”
She grins. “Ruben, that isn’t very polite considering how well we know each other.”
“We don’t fuckin’ know each other. Now answer my question.” I’m practically vibrating with suppressed anger and I’m not sure why. I’m usually a laid back kind of guy. Intense only happens when I’m around Rosie.
“Hmm. I thought we could go for coffee and maybe chat about your club.” She reaches out and runs her finger down the front of my tee shirt. Not getting too far though as I grab her hand and hold it down to her side.
“Keep your hands to yourself.”
“Look all I want to do is to go and get a coffee and tell you about what I’ve overheard about your club and who I’ve heard is involved from your staff. But if you don’t want to know then I’ll go and won’t bother you again.”
Miranda turns to leave, but I grab her wrist. “Wait. I’ll go with you, but it better be good.”
“Oh it is.”
As I start to follow her toward the exit of the club I catch sight of Rosie talking to Hunter. She has her back to me so I’m hoping she missed the discussion I’ve just had with Miranda. But I need to tell her I’m going out for coffee because I’m not prepared to screw our relationship up again. I don’t want any misunderstandings between us. So with this in my mind, I pull Miranda up short.
“I need to talk to someone first. I’ll meet you across the street in five minutes.”
She doesn’t look happy but I watch her exit the club before I turn and walk toward Hunter and Rosie wondering what the hell they’re talking about for so long.
Coming up behind Rosie, I slide my arm around her waist and pull her against me. The scent from her newly showered hair wafts up and fills my nostrils with strawberries and my girl. Only Rosie ever turns me on with just the scent of her. I could stay wrapped up in her forever and never get tired.
She turns in my arms and wraps hers around my neck. I notice Hunter slip away as my hands land on her bottom. Pressing her against me, I nuzzle along her neck and into her hair, which she hasn’t pinned up for work yet. “Ruben. What’s wrong? And what did that woman want?”
I freeze at her words and all the lust I’m feeling deserts me. I’d hoped she hadn’t caught sight of me talking to her, but I guess that was too much to hope. At least she’s still holding me tight. She hasn’t pulled away yet.
How the fuck, do I explain Miranda? Taking a deep breath, I try, “She’s someone I met a while back before we got together, and for the interest of full disclosure, yes I had sex with her once and only once. I haven’t seen her since until she showed up here. Apparently, she knows something about the trouble the clubs been having and wants to go for coffee to discuss it. I’m going. But I promise I don’t have any feelings whatsoever for her.” She just stays silent in my arms and for the first time I really can’t read what she’s thinking. Usually her thoughts are all over her face, but not this time. “Rosie, please. I need to know what she knows. I have to go.”
When I think I may have lost her, she looks up from me and smiles, kisses me as though she’s never going to get another chance, which sends all my blood shooting south to my already growing erection before using her hand to squeeze my junk. Then with a pat to my balls, she saunters away, blowing me a kiss over her shoulder. Fuck me! She really does have me by the fuckin’ balls.
Chapter 28 ~ Rosie
Blowing a kiss over my shoulder to Ruben, I try to keep my sultry look on my face so he doesn’t see how worried I am. I have no doubt that he told me the truth about his past with her, but I can’t help feel a bit insecure. My relationship with Ruben is so new and kinda went from zero to fifty within a very short time. He’s a hot guy and I know he attracts female attention everywhere he goes. I just need to accept that he’s mine for now and, hopefully, for longer. But the bigger question is do I trust him. With how I grew up, I once said I’d never trust anyone again, but Ruben has really gotten under my skin and I do trust him. I trust him to be true to me. It’s difficult for me and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let him use restraints, but so far in our relationship he hasn’t even hinted at using them and seems to get aroused quickly enough without. God, does he get aroused easily, at least around me. Whenever I rub against him, he’s hard in all the right places.
My concentration is playing hell with my work tonight. Five minutes he’s been gone and I’ve already screwed up two drink orders. Just about to screw up my third, a hand covers the glass and grabs the bottle of scotch in my hand.
“Jameson,” Hunter reminds me.
“Shit.” I snatch the scotch from Hunter and slam it back into place on the shelf before grabbing the Jameson beside it.
“Rosie, you need to concentrate. Ruben isn’t going to do anything stupid to screw up with you. Anyone can see that. So concentrate on what you’re doing and he’ll be back before you know it.”
Glaring at Hunter, I over pour the whiskey, although the guy waiting has no objection and throwing cash on the bar grabs his drink.
While I’m trying to hold Hunter’s stare, movement just over his shoulder catches my eye. Simon and that guy.
“They’re back,” I mouth to Hunter who glances above my head to see their reflection in the mirror that runs along the top of the bar.
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“Stay away from them Rosie.”
I’ve no intention of going anywhere near them, but I’m not sure staying away is going to work out too well considering I work here. Simon knows the guy he’s with makes me nervous so my guess is he’s going to ask me for drinks again to force my hand. He’s a dick and I really hope Hunter or Ruben find something on him soon so they can get rid of him.
Simon’s worked here since the club opened and I don’t know why he’d turn his back on Ruben when he has the manager’s job. Ruben pays all his staff well and as the manager he must make a small fortune so why do something illegal? He’s a greedy idiot and I hope one of the guys gets the chance to punch him in the face to knock that arrogance off of it.
“Rosie? Are you listening to me? Stay the fuck away from them. If you get asked to do drinks or anything you come and find me or…or ask Lucien to go with you.”
“I’m not deaf. I hear you.”
He lets out a breath before turning and heading off somewhere while muttering to himself. I can’t help but smile at him and watching him walk away reminds me of one of the characters from JR Ward’s black dagger brotherhood books; muscular, dark and lethal.
“Here you go Lucien.” I place his usual whiskey in front of him on a napkin and notice how tired he looks. “You okay?”
He knocks back the whiskey in one swallow and stays silent while I pour him a refill.
“I’ve been a lot better.” He takes a drink more slowly this time. “How are things with you? My brother still treating you right? And what was that about with Hunter?”
He’s on a roll tonight. Lucien isn’t usually so talkative unless of course it’s about his niece or nephew.
Leaning across the bar, I answer him, “I’m fine. Ruben is treating me well and Hunter has told me to stay away from Simon and the guy he’s drinking with. They give me the creeps.”
“Rosie,” he hisses. “What the fuck is going on?” He puts his hand to my mouth. “I know you’re aware that something is wrong here at the club, but what the hell does Simon have to do with it? And who is Hunter? We don’t know him. My brothers vouch for him but why is he warning you away? What does he know?” He wraps his hand around mine, which I don’t think he realizes.
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