The lights dimmed, and the stage lights brightened. Her show was starting. The music shifted from the bass-heavy strip club favorites to something mellow tinged with the rhythms of the samba. Javier relaxed into the seat and into the darkness surrounding him.
And then she emerged.
Damn. Javier was not prepared for the sucker punch to his chest when the curtains pulled open. Shellshocked, he leaned back in his seat. This woman couldn't be her. This wasn’t the usual Elisha, the ice princess who sat across from him in negotiations. Gone was the stripped-down CEO in short dark hair with the bangs that tickled the tops of her thin horned-rimmed prescription glasses. She was a golden goddess. Glowing and vibrant as if she had just orgasmed.
This woman was vivacious, fascinating, luscious, a sun-kissed vixen. Her stockings were torn in some places, and he could imagine ripping the fishnets to touch her soft, supple brown skin, before he tasted her and her honeypot. She ran a hand down her side and spanked her backside.
Sweet mercy. Those fishnets were going to be the death of him. A zing of lust erupted in him, surging to his dick, which responded in kind. He reclined back into the seat, readjusting himself to accommodate the stiffness between his legs.
The song talked about needing her lover and everything she did echoed that. The dips, the turns, the slide across the stage...her show oozed sensuality, sex, and need. She grasped the pole and twirled around it, sliding down to the ground on her knees. Eyes locked with his, she rose. She was his private dancer. She devoured him with her eyes, never breaking his gaze, matching the fervor and hunger seen in his. Her stare moved over him, and his pulse spiked. Her gaze latched onto his and he saw it. The sex look. Her gaze licked over him, arousing in him a need and desire he hadn't felt in a long time.
I would enjoy this more in private.
This wasn't really for him. No, he told himself, this couldn’t be for him.
But it was for him. This was all for him and all for her. Primal needs. Those needs were taking precedence over everything else.
Javier found it difficult to swallow or breathe when she fixed her eyes on him, pinning him like a rare butterfly specimen to a wall. She had that sultry look of a siren, and she was aiming it directly at him. This was uncomfortable. And unusual. Javier tried to search her eyes for a hint that she wanted this to end. Her body was telling a story. His eyes caught hers, and he was almost incinerated.
He wanted her. Now.
She wanted him. Now.
Elisha strolled to his chair and dropped, bending over, her hands running up and down his legs. He was at rapt attention and erect, the hardness and fullness from her and for her. She dipped, lowering her head and snaking and twisting her body across and up his. With one tug of the ribbons on her hips he could kiss her intimately.
He refrained. It wasn’t the time.
But when the time came, all bets and clothes would be off.
She straightened and slid her legs over his, straddling his firm legs. She moved her hips for comfort and he groaned, adjusting himself for her weight, cursing his inability to sate his desire. He closed his eyes, inhaling her scent. He loved the way she smelled, the way the vanilla she used meshed with her own earthy scent.
Her smoky, mellow voice slowly caressed him. “You're here."
"I am. I thought you would back out."
"I fear nothing. I just don't like being told what to do."
"Are you so stubborn in every situation?"
Elisha's tongue snaked over her lips to wet them as she mused on the question. "In most situations."
"Not tonight. You don't get your way all of the time."
"You've shown me that already."
His dick jumped in excitement. Her hand inched up her thigh until she reached the small triangle of cloth covering her intimate parts. Her finger pushed the fabric away and grazed her wet cleft. Once, twice, three times. She dipped her dewy fingers into his drink and held them up to his mouth. The command was implicit. Eat me. Taste me.
He obeyed, sampling the offered fingers. He swirled his tongue over the digits and sucked them hard. The sweetness of her and the sharpness of the alcohol collided. He was drunk from both her honeyed essence and the Jack Daniels.
"How do I taste?" she asked, sliding her fingers out of his mouth.
Javier ignored the question. "Touch yourself again," he whispered softly, for her ears only.
She stared at him, her eyes full of desire and excitement. "Who is in charge here?"
“You are...for the moment." He was going to play her game temporarily. His dick twitched at the fantasy of having her and at the reality of her being so close.
"I'm glad you recognize your role."
And then she was gone. She moved off of his lap and back onto her thin, spiked heels. "You're playing dirty," Javier said, missing her weight on him.
"This isn't dirty. It's art." She pressed a hand to his chest. "Your heart is racing. You weren't on the stage dancing."
"I was watching you dance for me."
Elisha grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. "Congratulations, you got your wish."
"This was never my wish. I want you."
"I'm still not for sale. You got my company. Isn't that enough?"
"I will triple my offer for your services." He put the pen on the table next to the contract.
Elisha frowned. "My services?"
"Your labor as a chemist and an innovator," Javier said. "What did you think I meant?"
"I'm not interested."
"Everyone has a price."
"I don't."
“Then why are we here?” Javier asked.
Elisha stroked the boning of the corset, avoiding his stare. “A promise is a promise. Even a muttered promise that shouldn't have made it into print." Javier admired her for keeping her word. Follow-through was ingrained in her. Simply put, it was an unwritten contract clause she had to fulfill. "Even if it is a promise to my enemy. Those words weren't meant to be overheard."
"Enemy? That’s harsh." His eyes darted to her breasts, the two delightful mounds that had taunted him for so long, and his fingers traced the edge of her corset. "Do you wear this under your regular clothes?"
"What I wear and for whom I wear it is none of your business."
"I want to make it my business." His eyes smoldered when his gaze met hers.
"What do you want from me?"
Javier frowned. "Be creative. Use that beautiful brain of yours. What does any man want?"
"Profits, red meat, and pussy."
His fingers fisted through her hair and drew her closer to him. "Do you kiss your man with that mouth, Elisha?" he asked before crushing his lips against hers. A small whimper pushed past her lips, and that motivated them both to go deeper into the kiss. She pulled away first. The kiss left him breathless, confused, and wanting. And from the look of her, she was just as flummoxed, stunned, and pleased as he was.
Elisha looked down at the man casually folded into the chair. "Nice way to have your cake and eat it too. You want my company. And you want me."
"The takeover is business. What's happening between us—this is not standard operating procedure for me." He knew her style, her modus operandi. Tonight was not her typical sparring with a rival CEO. She never mixed business with pleasure or engaged in after-hours trysts. "Let’s call it a night. And we can both walk away with no hurt feelings and no unrealistic expectations. You’ve won so far.”
Elisha resisted, leaning onto the table. "Whoever walks first, loses. Didn't you tell me that?"
He threw some bills on the table and rose from his seat. "I warned you. Quit this while you are ahead.”
“Or else?"
"Face the consequences." The unsaid implications threaded through his words.
Elisha countered, looking him directly in the eyes as she spoke. "I want the consequences."
"Don't tempt me.” Javier’s face turned to granite, hard and unyielding and betraying no emotion. He turned and st
rode out of the room. He still had time to get away from here and from her.
"Javier." She followed him out of the room and touched him. "I want to tempt you."
"Walk away, Elisha. You aren't ready for this. Accept my offer and leave."
Chapter Three
His jaw was tight, his look solid and cold as stone. This side of him aroused Elisha even more. He was fighting himself. Then she realized she had him. Elisha stroked his jaw and placed a kiss on his lips before flashing him a brilliant smile.
"Don't go," she growled into his ear. Under her fingers and through his clothing he was rock solid. She pushed into him, her curves filling his hollows. She felt the entire length, breadth, and strength of him against her. “Don’t you want to pin me up against the wall and feel how wet I am? I can handle whatever you give me."
Luckily, no one was trolling up and down the hallway. He closed the gap between them, hauling her into his arms before he trailed kisses along the column of her neck to her breasts. "Let me see you."
That she could do. She tore at the hook closures and tossed the garment to the floor, freeing her breasts to his gaze. His eyes bulged.
"What is that?"
Elisha looked down, cupping her breasts to peek at the area he was staring at, and laughed. Her one indulgence in college had been ink in the shape of a double helix on the underside of her left breast. "It's a tattoo for science nerds, Javier."
"DNA. Crick and Watson."
"Good boy," Elisha whispered, her fingers creeping from her breasts to the band of her panties. "Should I reward you for knowing your scientists?"
"I've earned my gold star for the night." Looking into her eyes, he palmed the heavy weight of her breasts and stroked the already tight buds. She bit back a moan and arched into his touch. A whimper fell from her lips as he moved a hand lower and cupped her intimately, his thumb sliding against her wet slit just as his lips sucked on her erect nipples. All common sense had been knocked from her head. Here they were in a public place, and he was kneading her through her panties and kissing the bare skin of her chest.
"This is mine."
I can never be yours except maybe just for tonight, she thought. She cupped his pants-covered dick in her soft but strong hand and tugged. "Then this is mine."
Javier pulled away. "We can't. Not like this."
"Follow me."
She didn't wait for him to respond. She grabbed a handful of his jacket and wound through the maze of hallways. She hadn’t prepared for this, but natural instinct kicked in. The infamous Aurum Lounge was tucked in the back of the Club. Perfect strangers could meet and share coffee, engage in a tryst, or seal business deals beneath glitter-encrusted and gold ceilings. She had reserved this room just in case and opened the door. Elisha took in the scenery. This was just right for an impromptu seduction.
"Sit," she commanded, pointing to the sole chair in the middle of the room. "That's the last time tonight I will tell you nicely." She watched him slouch onto the metallic gold chair.
Javier shook his head. "I’ll be good. I promise."
“I can't trust you. But you probably hear that a lot."
Elisha leaned into him, close enough for her lips to kiss and nip his earlobe. A sweet and subtle reprimand. He kissed her shoulder, and his fingers reached around to feel her back.
She smacked his hand away and pushed it to the side. She stretched with her legs wide apart. A knowing smile filled her face, and a wave of desire crushed her. He planted a small kiss on her stomach, trailing to her covered cleft.
"Good boy," she purred.
"Thank you, ma'am." Javier swallowed. She opened her eyes and checked on him. His erection was going to burst out of his sweatpants if she left him unattended.
"Take off your clothes."
She boldly took him in as he stood and undid the drawstring of his pants. As he lifted his shirt over his head, she marveled at the body he kept hidden in good suits. He was solid underneath all those layers. His skin reminded her of cocoa tinted with cinnamon, and she wanted to lick and taste every impressive inch of him. When he dropped his boxers, she smiled. "Impressive," she said, eyeing his hard member. He was as thick as a roll of half dollars and as long as a laboratory flask.
"Didn't think I was packing this much?"
The cheeky bastard caught her staring, and she straightened. "I thought you would be bigger."
Javier roared in laughter, throwing his head back. "That's classic. I'm sorry to disappoint."
"This will do." On unsteady legs, Elisha walked over to him and cupped his crotch, enjoying the pulse and hardness in her hands. Lazily she plastered kisses on his neck and face. With her free hand, she touched his chest. He gave a sharp intake of breath as her fingernail grazed his nipples and her tongue followed. When she reached his nipples, he flinched.
"Enough of this. Sit down." He followed her order, and Elisha stepped to the side table next to the door to retrieve the silk scarves she’d requested. She calmly walked back to the center of the room and behind the chair. There, she twisted the scarves over his hands and attached them to the legs of the chair. She backed away to admire her handiwork.
Javier spoke, breaking the silence in the room. "A chemist. A dancer. A Girl Scout who earned her knot-tying badge."
"I never said I was a Girl Scout. I could be into something kinky."
"Tell me more."
She moved around the chair and stood in front of him, her arms akimbo. "You have to know all the details, Hernandez."
"I like to know what I am getting into."
"Sometimes you need to let go and enjoy the experience."
"I want to know this side of you."
Elisha pushed a finger under his chin until his gaze met hers evenly. "You won't see this side of me again. Tonight's pure fantasy." She folded the last scarf and pressed it to his face. "Close your eyes." She wrapped the scarf over his eyes, blinding him to everything that was happening. He was blindfolded and tied down, and he loved it. He was dependent, forced to rely on his other senses and her.
"Whose fantasy is this?"
She tipped her head back and laughed. "Mine, of course. I've wanted you at my mercy for a long time."
"Do you think that I can't break these?"
She put her hands on the edge of the seat, inches from his crotch. "You can, but you won't. Tonight, I am giving the directions. You can be the big boss tomorrow."
"I enjoy taking orders, Elisha. I like relinquishing power."
Elisha paused. He liked to submit. "So, you're submissive," she said after she regained her composure.
Javier laughed, his smile stretching wide from what he could feel, his pleasure and cock increasing. "Depending on the person and the situation. It's nice to let someone else take the lead."
She pushed his knees apart until she stood in front of him and could stretch across him. He was afraid of revealing too much. But he already had. "You should let me take the lead more often."
"I will." The words crossed his lips as a hiss. "I will. Elisha, please."
The anticipation was going to kill him. Elisha backed away from the chair. "Please, what?"
"I want to touch you."
There was no chance of that happening. She wanted to control her first and last time with him. "You can have anything else but that."
Down slid the panties down over her legs, pooling at her feet. Elisha stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. “My panties are off.”
“Can I keep them after the night is over?”
Elisha huffed. “Are you more interested in a thong than in me?”
Javier bit his lip and tapped his fingers on the sides of the chair. "I want to taste you."
"Not tonight."
He gritted his teeth. "Don't make me beg."
She was pushing his limit. "It's not begging. Tell me what you want."
"I want you." His voice and breath came out in ragged bursts.
"How? Like this." She positioned herself over his ha
rd cock, hovering close enough to let his tip graze her opening. All he could do was feel.
She imagined his searing gaze. "Yes."
"How much would you like it?"
"Very much."
She lowered herself, letting his dick disappear inside of her. The intimate union of their flesh, skin upon skin.
"Stay here. Don't move," she said. "Kiss me."
And he obliged with zeal and haste. His hips surged upward, and she moaned into his mouth. "I said kiss me, not fuck me."
Javier stilled. "I can't help it. God, you are so—"
She knew the adjectives before he could get them out. Wet. Tight. Hot. And he wouldn't last long enough for what she wanted to do if he continued to thrust. She wouldn't last long either.
Elisha rose and slid off of him. In one fluid movement, she knelt before him and kissed the tip of his dick. A groan squeezed out of his throat as she took him deeper into her mouth, sucking, slurping, and licking his hardness. His small twitches, quiet cries, and fast puffs of breaths made her go further and deeper, stroking his thighs, stomach and balls until he couldn't last any longer. Finally, he spurted hot ribbons of his release, and she swallowed every drop, draining him and coaxing the last bit of his release from him.
His head lolled, eyes closed and his breathing slowed to almost normal levels. He’d had his release. And she had him where she wanted him.
Elisha pushed off the floor and headed to the couch behind him. She had left her clothes there earlier tonight, and now she needed to make her getaway. Elisha slipped into her gray yoga pants and secured her hair a black band. Now she was back to normal. Almost.
"Elisha," Javier whispered in a hoarse whisper. "What the hell did you do to me?"
"It's called oral sex." She tugged on a regular, standard beige bra and a plain cotton T-shirt over her body.
"Smart ass. Come here. I can't get these loose or see."
Elisha walked across the room and slipped the blindfold off his face. "You're not supposed to get them loose. I tied them that way on purpose."
Elisha watched his face contort as she walked in front of him, fully dressed in her typical garb. She looked as though she was coming from a yoga class, but the flush and sweat had been earned through sex and not from the downward dog pose. First confusion, and then anger clouded his face. "What are you doing?"
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