“Okay.” She nodded, writing down the new information. Excitement and panic warred within her, because worse than not being able to get your client off, was an innocent man doing another person’s time. She needed to check on all the information, since most people claimed they were innocent, but Corey’s frustration in the whole process was evident. She wanted to believe him. There were times the justice system got it wrong, and she needed to ensure this situation was not one of those times.
Checking her watch, she noted the time. She had to get ready for the night and get her assistant on this case immediately, because Corey’s statement changed the game. She thought she had little chance of being successful before he gave his version, but he raised the stakes by pleading innocence. “Give me a few days to work something out. I’ll need to verify your statement before I consider how to proceed. If I can get you bail, can you make it?”
“Yeah.” He grimaced. “I hate it, but my mama said she’d put up her house.”
Alexandra stood indicating the meeting was over. She was hammering out a list she needed to get done in her mind. “She’s a great woman. I am going to get you outta this, but so help me God, if you are lying to me—”
“I’m not,” he insisted.
“Good enough. I’m going to see you at your arraignment tomorrow, and we’ll get bail worked out for you.”
He nodded, a spark coming into his eyes for the first time since he’d entered the room. A guard came in, escorting him out. Alexandra waited until the guard took him before collapsing back in the chair, rubbing the back of her neck to relieve some of the stress. Go figure. She had a potentially innocent client, another who had so much money he could wipe his ass with it and still have more, and a man who wanted her for sex later that night. Eight could not come quick enough.
Alexandra called her assistant after leaving her meeting with Corey requesting Karen to gather the required information. She went home early to give time to pamper herself, shave her naughty bits, and primp and prep so she was ready to go to the club on time. Roman didn’t strike her as the type of man who tolerated tardiness of any kind, so she made sure she arrived about ten minutes before. Knocking on the door, which felt like déjà vu, she considered all that had happened in the last several days. No Neck answered, same as before, but this time he didn’t even question her presence; he moved aside so she could pass.
The click of her three inch hells was the only sound in the creepy hallway. She’d dressed to draw attention, wearing a nude lace dress with a slit up the side. Looking up to where she believed the camera to be, she blew a kiss before turning the corner. The office door opened before she could get to it. Roman emerged, looking good enough to eat in a powder-blue button-down and dark jeans with his hair slicked back and out of his face.
“I see you made it.” He grinned, holding out his hand for hers. She complied, saying nothing as he put the hand to his lips, kissing it softly. He moved her hand back down, still holding her at arm’s length, twirling his finger around for her. She spun slowly so he could take in the full effect of the dress, but with the slit down the side, the generous V in the front to showcase her breasts, and the back cut out to the top of her butt, there wasn’t much fabric. She stood with her back to him, waiting for Roman to direct her. This was his show. He stayed silent, leaving her with the sweet ache of anticipation until his chest pressed into her back.
“This dress,” he breathed, moving her hair to one side, exposing one shoulder before kissing it, “should be illegal.” She hummed, elongating her neck to the side to give him greater access, acutely aware of the way he licked, kissed, and bit the side of her neck. Barely holding herself upright, she leaned back so she was propped up by his chest, breathing heavily with unfulfilled desire. She thought she’d only imagined their original connection, but she still felt the same electricity shoot through her at his kiss.
“Should we,” Roman bit her ear, making her shudder, “take this somewhere else?” She simply nodded, missing his warmth when he moved from behind her to grab her hand and pull her down the hallway past his offices. They passed a bar area and went down the steps, not stopping—though she could have used a shot of tequila to calm her nerves—eventually walking toward the hallway. He pushed open the door, indicating she could go in first.
She didn’t know what she expected, maybe something out of a BSDM novel complete with a wall of whips and chains, but she wouldn’t have guessed the room would be so normal. The focal point was the California king with the nondescript black silk sheets and white and black comforter. It felt like a cloud when she pressed her hand on the top of it, prompting her to sink down on it with her arms spread out on either side.
“No you don’t,” Roman chided. “I’ve got plans for you.” He grabbed her hands and pulled her up to a sitting position. Ignoring her groan for being pulled up from one of the best beds she’d ever lain on, he allowed her to take in the rest of the room. There were no windows, but there was a television on one wall, a couple doors, a dresser off to the side, and two bedside tables. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think they were in his house, exploring his bedroom for the first time.
She found his stare unnerving when she directed her attention back to him. His green eyes burned, staring straight through her when she asked, “What is this place?”
He walked toward her, grabbing her underneath her chin, pushing it up so her face was tilted up toward his. Leaning down, he brushed his lips over hers before moving back. She could still feel his breath on her lips, smell the minty scent of his breath when he whispered, “This place? It’s my own personal playground.”
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Roman noticed the moment she understood his words because her aroused, whisky-brown eyes widened and she swallowed nervously.
“I thought…but you said you don’t have sex with women here.” It came out shakier than she probably would have liked. She folded her hands together in front of her as though trying to steel herself. His heart sped up at the thought of making her nervous. Good, because you’ve unsettled me.
“No, I said I don’t have sex with clients. I didn’t say anything about dating preferences.” He narrowed his eyes, considering her question. “You didn’t possibly think I would bring you back to my house, did you?”
“No.” She rubbed her hands down the front of the dress. There was still enough material to leave a lot to be desired, and he couldn’t wait to peel it off her later. “I just didn’t think you’d take me into your own personal sex room,” she mumbled toward the end, looking around. She reminded him of a baby bird, scared to get out of the nest. Just call me Mama, because I’m about to push you out, he thought mercilessly.
“Look.” He sighed for extra emphasis, deciding to call her bluff. “If you don’t want to have sex, then we can just make our agreement null and void.”
She swung toward him. “I wasn’t saying I didn’t want to do it. I just need a minute.”
“Fine.” He shrugged as though it didn’t matter, but he was pissed, which only served to confuse him. He hadn’t wanted this, but when the gorgeous woman had practically thrown herself at him, he’d refused to leave her to the men in his club. They would eat her alive. Not to say Roman wasn’t capable of the same, but he respected women and knew how to finesse a woman, which was exactly what Alexandra needed. “I’m going to leave you in here and let you figure out what you want to do. If you want me to come back in, call my office from the phone on the wall.” He kissed her forehead, ready to give her the space she seemed to need, praying she wouldn’t refuse him. Alexandra made it to the door before him, her arms thrown wide in front of it to stop him from leaving.
“Wait.” Her voice shook although she stood proud, deepening his respect for her. “I’ve never done anything like this before, and it freaked me out. That doesn’t mean I don’t want you, or need you; it just means I needed a minute.” She closed her eyes at the last statement, shaking her head slightly, and he instantly softened. How could he
not when this beautiful, vulnerable woman, strong and proud in their previous interactions, yet seemingly neglectful of her personal needs, stood before him imploring him to wait. Not anymore, he thought as he moved closer, lifting his hand to her face. Her eyes remained closed but she moved her face toward him, pressing into his palm.
“Hey,” he whispered, rubbing his thumb lightly against her cheek. She turned toward him, opening her eyes and allowing him to see everything she was feeling. He read fear, trepidation, and anticipation in those beautiful depths. More than anything, he wanted to wipe away the anxiety burning bright, so he kissed her softly. He also needed to alleviate the burn in his chest from thinking about her. Because he had thought about her, way more than he should; even when he was supposed to be working on his club, he hadn’t been able to get the beauty out of his mind. She was every fantasy and nightmare rolled into one; a siren built for temporary pleasure before she brought endless destruction. This girl would be his downfall.
She hesitantly returned the kiss, pulling back, her breath ragged against his lips, before she reached up with her hands and gripped the sides of his head, kissing him as though her life depended on it.
He was shocked for a minute by her enthusiasm before the rest of his body got on board with her, gripping her hips and pressing her closer. The whimper was the only indication she’d felt his erection, but Roman was a greedy bastard, wanting all she was willing to give. He pulled back, wrapping his hand in her ponytail to keep her in place, kissing the side of her neck. She moaned, her fingers digging into his waist while he continued to explore her neck.
“Alexandra,” he whispered, licking the point where her neck met her shoulder, his fingers lightly dancing across her stomach.
“Hmm…” she answered, too caught up in the sensation to say much of anything.
“Alexandra,” he commanded more forcefully, so she would focus on him. Her lips were bruised, and she looked like she wanted to sink into him, but he needed her concentration for the next while.
“Walk to the bed.” Previous apprehension was gone as she walked toward the California king. She refused to look at him, instead moving her hair to the side and pointing to the zipper at her neck. He pressed against her, tracing the line down her spine with his fingers. She shivered, squirming against him. He undid the zipper, the back opening, allowing him to help pull the dress down her shoulders, leaving her in her bra, thong, and garters. Fuck me. Roman would feast tonight.
“Face me.” His tone booked no argument and she turned around, her nude backless bra barely holding her breasts. She had an hourglass figure, curvaceous in all the right places, and he licked his lips as she reached to take it off. Her breasts fell out, full and just begging for him to taste, and he couldn’t keep himself away from his prize.
His hand reached out to cup the comfortable weight of her in his palm. Licking the nub, he watched it harden before pinching it. She gasped, mesmerized by his actions. He shifted attention to the other breast, licking and sucking until the nipple was so hard it could chisel glass. As much as he was a breast man, Roman knew he would have time to give these girls attention later on, so he stepped back. “Lay spread-eagle on the bed.” She nodded, reaching for her heels.
“Leave them.” He read the move in her eyes before she made it, standing still while she brushed him aside on the way to the bed. She lay down just as he requested, with her knees bent so her heels dug into the mattress, and stared at him with hooded eyes. She was completely exposed, and he wished for a camera so he could capture this moment forever.
“Roman?” she questioned, the quick rise and fall of her breasts the only indication of any nervousness.
He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, laying over her and capturing her lips. “Do you trust me?” he asked, licking the shell of her ear as she nodded. “Good.” He grabbed the ties on the headboard, the scraps of silk he used to tie up most of his women, looping one and then the other around her wrists. She watched, saying nothing until he leaned back on his hunches to examine her. Alexandra was magnificent and responded to his commands without hesitation. He went to the side drawer, gathering the toys he needed and coming back to the bed.
“You know I’m willing, right? You didn’t have to tie me up to keep me,” she said jokingly, her chuckle masking the anxiety.
“I know.” He kissed down her stomach. “But I like you tied up. You’re open,” he breathed into her core, watching her shudder from the sensation, “and ready for me.” He lifted her left leg, taking her black heel off. Unhooking the left stocking, he repeated the same action to the other side before pulling off her garters and thong. He tossed her left leg over his shoulder, holding her open for him. Then he thrust his tongue into her, loving the way she writhed in his arms. She tasted of sugar, a sweetness Roman figured he’d imagined the other night. It was intoxicating, and he couldn’t get enough.
She was a bundle of nerves, every new plunge causing her to squirm while he continued to move in and out of her quickly. It was heady, knowing she was reacting strongly to his touch. Her right foot pressed down on the bed, trying to move away from him to stop the sensation.
“I…can’t,” she gasped, eyes closed and head shaking against the pillow, groaning when he grabbed her leg to stop her movement.
He looked up, his lips glistening with her juices, giving one last lick before rocking back on his heels to look at her.
“You can,” he insisted, waiting until she opened hooded eyes to watch him. He stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking for a minute. Reaching down, he rubbed her slit before entering her. She arched up, crying out in pleasure while he touched her. She exploded under his touch, like she had been waiting for him to press the magical button that ignited her sexual receptors. He was ready to fucking explode, couldn’t wait to pound into her with abandon. He held himself back, wanting the night to be about her pleasure, but she was amazing.
“So…close. Finish me,” she begged. “I need it.” He withdrew his finger, not wanting her to get off too quickly. He sought to draw her out, create maximum pleasure, and she wasn’t going to get it by coming within minutes.
“What?” she questioned, not even opening her eyes. “Why did you stop?”
“Patience, babe” he whispered against her skin, kissing her stomach to soothe her. She lifted her head, watching him lick his finger again, her body humming with unspent sexual energy. He could smell her arousal; she was so damn wet for him. The sexual haze cleared from her eyes, and he recognized the moment she realized he wasn’t going to let her come.
“You’re such a tease.”
He rubbed his finger against her lips until she opened and sucked on his forefinger like she was deep-throating him, the sight of watching her taste herself making him harder than he’d ever been before. “You didn’t think I would make it easy on you, did you?” He grinned, pulling his finger from her mouth with a pop. She frowned at him but he ignored her, reaching into the bedside table for the vibrator.
“You. Suck.” She pouted, eyebrows arching at the sight of the vibrator. “And why are you holding that vibrator like you’re about to use it? Is your dick not good enough?”
He resisted the sigh. Damn, this girl loves to disagree. “Did anyone ever say you talk too much?”
“Maybe.” She shrugged, looking defiant despite the fact she was tied to the bed at his mercy. Her hair was ruffled, her makeup a little smudged, but she showed no fear. His respect increased for her tenfold. He laid the toy beside her and moved to stand next to the bed, his hands unhooking his belt.
“Maybe I should put something in your mouth and shut it for you?” He unbuckled his jeans, rolling down the zipper as she bit her lip, watching him strip. Dropping his jeans, he watched her lick her lips when he stood naked before her. He gripped his shaft, stroking a couple times, kneeling beside her on the bed. Alexandra’s eyes never left his cock, and her mouth slightly parted when he sat beside her.
“How about it?” he asked again, moving above h
er so his knees were on either side of her head, his cock positioned at her mouth. Her mouth opened to receive him, licking the tip before she took him in. He gripped her hair, holding her steady while she sucked him off. Damn. She practically swallowed him whole. It was like she knew exactly what he needed, applying the right amount of pressure to drive him crazy. She was so concentrated on the task at hand she refused to be moved, even when he tried to pull her off him so he didn’t come in her mouth.
“Alexandra.” He tried to move out of her mouth, but she ignored him and followed, refusing to let go. He felt his balls tighten, knowing he was close. “You don’t let go, you’re swallowing,” was the only warning he gave, but she didn’t waver. She swallowed every drop, not moving until he softened, smiling while he pulled out.
“You liked that?” he whispered, hands trailing down her body, grabbing the vibrator. She stared, her hands gripping the ties, as though she wanted him to release her.
“How about I return the favor?” The sound of buzzing filled the air when he turned on the vibrator, and he nudged her legs apart again before pressing the edge of the toy to her slit. She shuddered, her legs coming together, but Roman pulled them apart again, pushing the tip into her once again. Alexandra’s hips arched up, seeking more, and Roman gave her what she wanted. She was tight, but greedily took the device until it disappeared into her passage. He turned up the speed and Alexandra moved her feet to grip the bed while he pushed the vibrator in and out.
He was ruthless, not letting up until she threw her head back, mouth forming an O while she screamed his name. She was eating out of his palm and it’d been less than an hour. What would he be able to do after he learned what made her tick?
She didn’t move as he turned off the vibrator, pulling it out and putting it off to the side. He untied her hands, rubbing her wrists to bring circulation back into them while she continued to lay there in post-orgasmic bliss.
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