“Not interested or not motivated?”
At first, he didn’t understand her meaning, but when he followed her pointed stare around the club, he grasped her meaning—were clubs not his scene or were the curvy ladies inside the club not to his taste?
“Just been busy. I’m not much of a partier,” he confessed, taking a sip of his scotch. “Top shelf. I’m impressed.” It was true. The few times he’d done the club scene, the liquor had been watered down or bargain-basement swill with top-notch prices.
“Nothing about my club is discount priced, I assure you.” She held a slim hand out. “I’m Olivia Paisley, and Club Botticelli is mine.”
“I’m beginning to realise that, and it’s my great pleasure to meet you, Olivia Paisley. I’m Ethan,” he replied, taking a closer look at the woman who had his cock standing at attention. “Why can I hear you so well? Shouldn’t the music be halfway to making me deaf by now? And I think you’re missing the disco ball with strobe lights.”
In a graceful move, Olivia slid up on the barstool. She laughed at his question. “I think that’s exactly why Club B has been such a hit. We keep the music loud enough to dance, but soft enough to talk. And there will never be a disco ball,” she gave a full-body shudder, “anywhere near my place.”
It intrigued him, this club of hers. He’d never been to a bar where he didn’t have to shout over the noise of the people. Or left with a pounding headache from all the coloured flashing lights.
Club Botticelli was nice. It was different, and the difference made it stand out from the rest of the bars dotted all over the city. “It’s nice. To be able to talk without getting sore throat.”
She grinned and re-crossed her legs, causing a waft of hot-scented woman to reach his nose. Ethan scrambled to keep his mind off the vee between her thighs and back on their conversation. “What made you choose this type of venue?”
“I’ve been to all those clubs, the ones with the loud music, streaming smoke and strobe lights. The next day I pretty much came out like you, head pounding, sensitive eyes and a very sore throat. When I came up with the idea to open my own place, I knew what I didn’t want it to be. This is the result.” She waved a graceful hand to encompass their surroundings. Ethan could hear and see the pride and satisfaction in her voice and face. He didn’t begrudge her a bit.
He raised his almost empty glass in the air. “To Club Botticelli and its beautiful owner May you find prosperity and happiness.”
Olivia clinked her glass with his. “Thank you.”
They fell into a comfortable silence as a rocky blues number filled the air. From the corner of his eye, Ethan caught the tip of her toe tapping with the seductive beat.
Though he wasn’t much of a dancer, he’d grab any excuse to hold this sensuous woman in his arms.
He stood, set his empty glass down then held out his hand. “Dance with me?”
There was the slightest hesitation before she put her drink down and clasped his hand.
Where their flesh touched, electrical sparks shot through him and straight to his cock. Maybe getting close to this tantalising woman wasn’t such a good idea. There was no way she’d fail to notice his straining erection.
Before he could come up with a suitable and, more importantly, believable excuse to pull away, Olivia came into his arms, and Ethan’s brain stop looking for excuses to get away. They walked onto the dance floor and he tightened his hold on her.
“If you’re not a big fan of dance clubs, then what are you doing here?” Her question, softy breathed against his ear, sent shivers of awareness shooting through his body.
It took him a minute to remember anything aside from the sexy woman swaying in his arms. “My brother,” he blurted out. “I’m supposed to be meeting him. Here…at your club.”
He sounded like an ass, but Ethan couldn’t help it. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony to the soft music. This close to Olivia, he could just make out the delicate scent of vanilla and soap. She smelled clean and natural. He hadn’t realised until this minute, until he smelled Olivia, how much he detested women’s perfume. At best, it was flowery, at its worst, it was over-powering, smelling as though the wearer had bathed in the fragrant funk.
She tilted her head back to look him in the eye. “Your brother’s meeting you here?”
He nodded, grateful for the chance to simply shut his mouth and enjoy the feel of Olivia’s silky skin beneath his hands. He could too easily picture his hands running freely over all her bare skin.
“Shouldn’t you be looking for him then?”
Looking for who? Ethan lost himself in memorising every satin inch of her exposed flesh. “Who?”
Cinnamon scented breath wafted over his face as Olivia laughed at his perplexed question. “Your brother, Ethan. The sole reason you came to Club B in the first place.”
“Oh yeah,” Ethan took his gaze off his dance partner long enough to shoot a quick look around then went back to his observation of Olivia. “He’s not here.”
“You’re not worried?”
Why would he be? Noah was an adult, sort of. He didn’t need his big brother watching over his shoulder twenty-four hours a day. “He’ll call if he needs me.”
“If you’re sure…”
“Look, my brother is a big boy. He can take of himself. I’m happy right where I am.” He squeezed her hips in a gentle movement. “In fact, I can’t think of a place I’d rather be.” Ethan leaned down to her delicate ear and decided what the hell. He needed to take a chance every once in a while. He gently nipped the tempting lobe. “Or rather I can’t think of a person I’d rather be with, but I can think of a few places I’d rather be.” He straightened after whispering those crotch-tingling words.
To emphasise his point, Ethan pushed his pulsing cock against the cradle of her hips. He watched in delight and lust as colour rushed to her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away.
“You don’t waste time.” Her voice had gone husky with desire.
“I want you. I want to bend you over the nearest table and fuck you until both of us pass out. Then I want to spread your thighs and consume every sweet drop of your pleasure.” He was taking a chance here, banking on the mutual desire sparking between them, but he couldn’t stop himself. Olivia needed to know how badly he wanted her.
They all but stopped dancing, merely swaying now.
Moss green eyes widened with shock and, he hoped, heightened desire. With deliberate intent, Ethan crowded her personal space until she ended up pressed against the wall, out of the soft glow of the occasional spotlight and throbbing music.
“Too much information for you?”
What the hell was he doing pushing her like this? Especially when he hadn’t even known her twenty-four hours. Unless he counted their various run-ins.
The tip of her pink tongue swept out to wet her lips nervously. “Is this something of a routine for you? Meeting and offering to fuck a woman within an hour of meeting her?”
“Hell no,” he protested, insulted she would even think along those lines. Well, not as insulted as he wanted to be. How could he blame her for thinking that?
She gave him a small smile. “Didn’t think so, but it’s better for both of us if I ask.”
Then he knew where this was going, and while he was more than happy to play along, Ethan didn’t want to waste time. “I’m thirty-nine, never been married, no kids. I own my own business, I like dogs over cats, cake over pie, my mother is a goddess in my eyes and my dad is my hero. Anything I left out?”
Instead of being repulsed by his blatant attempt to rush through the personal info exchange, Olivia laughed and let her mouth curve into a wicked smile.
“Olivia Paisley, I own the club. I’m thirty-two, single, never married, no kids. My mother’s dead, my father is a combination of G.I. Joe and The Incredible Hulk, and I love him more than anything. I have no preference between dogs or cats, but if you’re getting a dog, make it a real one, not some rat with clothes. ” She paused
and he could almost see the replay of his admissions swirling though her brain. “I’m not looking for happily ever after, but I am looking for mutual respect, humour and intelligence.”
Man, if this got any better, Ethan would swear he was falling in love.
“Oh one more thing.” She grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled until their lips were less than a breath apart. “I’m on the pill. I had my physical last month, I’m clean on every level and I have two boxes of condoms upstairs.”
His heart sped up, and a strange roaring filled his ears. He couldn’t speak. Every atom of his being focused on this one woman who offered him his wildest dreams without even being aware of it.
“I won’t kiss you now. As soon as my mouth touches any part of your body, it’s over. I’ll have you naked and fucked before either one of us can think. So, Olivia Paisley, if you’ll lead the way, I promise to follow, even if it’s to hell and back.”
With a deep breath, she scooted out from the barrier of his arms. “Honey, where we’re going hell won’t even exist.”
With that, Olivia swished her perfect, heart-shaped ass and Ethan was helpless to do anything but follow.
From the moment Livia had entered Ethan Newton’s personal space, the world had taken on a surreal haze. Like nothing and no one could touch her in this perfect slice of heaven.
It felt like hours passed as they made their way to her apartment and she was finally able to close the rest of the world outside and Ethan in.
Two levels above the club, her combination office and private apartment ran the entire length and width of the building. Set up for those too late nights she closed down the club.
Thanks to her friends’ persistence decorating, the place felt cosy with its plush grey carpeting, pale lavender wall treatments and the beautiful granite fireplace in the corner. Painted scenes of the oceans in its various moods dominated her walls.
Oversized couches and plush leather chairs sat in a semi circle, creating a casual conversational area, while the large cream stone coffee table held various magazines and other easy entertainment.
Livia walked to the wet bar across from the temptation of her couches and tried to remember the manners her mother despaired her ever knowing.
“Would you like a drink?”
“No.” The light jacket he’d been wearing hit the hardwood floors with a thud.
“Something to eat?”
“Nope.” Two more thunks followed. Livia glanced behind her to see Ethan’s shoes off, his socks quickly following.
“Maybe a movie?” Yeah, it wasn’t smart to tease a stalking horny lion, but tonight, she wanted to live a little on the dangerous side.
“Are we in it?”
That one took her back a step. He wanted them to make a porno movie together? The idea both repulsed and appealed to her. “Not tonight,” she hedged.
Ethan’s tanned hands quickly moved over the buttons on his white dress shirt. With a small shrug, it too fell on the floor.
“I’m either way ahead of the game or you’ve changed your mind.” His tone didn’t indicate concern. More than likely, Ethan thought he was male enough to change her mind back. Sad fact about her, he was right.
“Maybe I’m just enjoying the view,” she teased, but graciously unzipped one knee length leather boot.
“It can get better.”
She watched in complete silence as his dark jeans hit her hardwood. Instead of doing what her body desperately wanted, Livia pulled her loose boot off, flipped it over her shoulder then started on the next.
“So there’s nothing I can offer you?” She tossed the second boot while poking at the lion.
“I told you downstairs. You—naked, wet and spread.”
It took her a few moments, and more than a few swallows, to get her breath and voice back. How did this man manage to turn her on so fast and get her so hot all without laying a single hand on her? She couldn’t remember one lover in her past who had been able to get her so wet and ready so quickly.
“What, no foreplay?” Her fingers fumbled at the tie holding her aching breasts in. With an impatient jerk, she managed to loosen the ribbon and slip the silk bustier off.
“Sorry, baby, this is all the foreplay I can manage. Maybe once I come half a dozen times or so, I’ll have the patience to play.” The way Ethan’s hungry gaze roved over her naked breasts made her pussy ache and clench with a need to be filled. “Then again, maybe not…” He ate her with his eyes and she knew foreplay wouldn’t be needed for either one of them.
“Olivia, if you like those pants and want to wear them again, I suggest you take them off. Otherwise, in about sixty seconds, I’m going to be over there ripping them off you. By the time I get those pants off, I’ll probably by on my knees. Perfect position to lick your sweet pussy like a melting ice-cream cone. I want to fuck you with my tongue, my fingers and my cock, but if you keep teasing me this way, you’ll lose what little foreplay I can manage.”
One look in those hot eyes had Livia stripping the leather pants and silk g-string off in a jerky rush. She stood proudly naked in front of him within half a minute, daring him to say a word about her not-so-flat belly or her not-so-toned thighs, but instead of looking turned off, Ethan looked ready to devour her.
He stood there, the light of the kitchen surrounding his powerful body. One strong hand rubbed his whiskered jaw while his gaze never stopping stroking her bare flesh.
“Baby, I’m sorry about the foreplay.”
“What foreplay?” The man could talk her in circles when all she wanted was his cock in her empty body.
“The foreplay you’re not going to get.” Three strides and he closed the distance between them. Callused fingers grasped her ass and lifted until Livia wrapped her legs around his waist and twined her arms around his neck.
“Condom?” she managed to croak out.
“Taken care of,” his voice was harsh in the dimly lit room, “while you were busy getting gloriously naked. Now let’s see about you.”
He took her down onto one of the oversized couches.
She had no sense of reality as Ethan’s mouth crushed down on hers. There were no sweet, gentle kisses, the tentative get-to-know-you kind. He simply devoured and conquered her with the slick thrust of his tongue and the wicked bite of his teeth.
His penis rubbed against her thigh, long, heavy and very hot. Her mouth ached to taste and lick every silk-encased-steel inch of him.
When his body covered hers, for a moment, she forgot to breathe. One large hand reached between her naked thighs to open her swollen lips. She felt the wide, thick head of his penis pushing into her before she had a chance to relax her muscles.
She opened her mouth, to warn him or ask him to give her a second, but it was too late. He shoved hard with all the considerable strength of his body. The pain flashed to pleasure and back so quickly Livia didn’t know if she needed to scream in agony or ecstasy.
Ethan’s cock felt almost too large, even though her body was more than ready. He tunnelled inside her, stretching her to fit his wide width.
His head pulled back sharply. “You feel so damn good around my cock. I don’t know if I can stop.”
Livia noticed the rigid way he held his body, the way his jaw flexed. The tendons in his neck stood out and his hands clenched and unclenched at her sides.
She stretched up to press a kiss cheek. “It’s alright.” And it was. Thanks to her mini-orgasm earlier, she was still quite wet. And the feel of his cock had her body eager for more.
With a curse, Ethan lowered until he lay completely on top of her. His mouth was on hers, tongue fucking while his hands explored.
His hard thighs bunched and he started thrusting, deep and fast.
The rhythm of Ethan’s body sped up until he was slamming into her, the couch banging into the wall. She’d never felt so wanted or fucked in her entire life. Nothing existed outside of Ethan and his magic cock.
She came without warning, just like
her dream. One minute, she’d been exploring the hard ropes of muscle in his back, and the next, her body broke into a million pieces. Lights flashed beneath her eyelids as stars flared and died. Her cunt pulled long and hard on Ethan’s cock as she rode her pleasure to the trembling end.
Ethan’s body froze for a second before he frantically hammered again into her wet depths. He tore his lips away from hers then buried his face in the cushions by her head.
Once, twice, and by the third hard and heavy thrust, Livia felt the heat of his semen through the thin condom. Yet, he continued to push into her as if trying to reach deeper or go farther.
As her own climax smoothed over, she could feel Ethan’s cock still hard, thick and long inside her. How could he still be hard? He’d come. She’d felt it.
She clung to his shoulders and, with a confused sigh, let go. Her arms and legs fell to the cushions. There was no more strength in her to hold on. Sweat glued their bodies together and between their thighs, her sticky moisture continued to trickle out. Livia thought she’d be satisfied. Coming once usually had her ready for a shower then bed.
But not this time, not with Ethan. She should be exhausted, overwhelmed by his rough treatment and hard fucking, but Livia wanted to fly, but lacked the strength to do more than breathe. Then he hit a sweet spot inside her and Olivia found a second wind.
Her thighs were still held open by his taut hips, completely vulnerable to him. She wondered if it would be rude to ask him to flip over so she could ride him for a while.
“Ethan—”
Her voice died out as his hips kept moving.
“Thank goodness,” she praised and wrapped her legs around his waist. Ready for another incredible fuck.
Chapter Five
Ethan clung to Olivia, his mind blown away by the force and power of his orgasm. The feel of her arms around him was the only thing keeping him together.
He couldn’t believe he was still fucking her. His arms clamped around her, holding her tightly to him, he pumped and grinded against her as the need to come built swiftly in his balls.
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