by Milly Taiden
“Do you know what goes on in this room?” She asked, her voice low, sexy, and making him all kinds of ready to fuck her right then and there.
“Want to enlighten me?”
She grinned, and a spark of naughtiness filled her eyes. “Stand.”
“Excuse me?”
She laughed. The sound melted over him like smooth chocolate. “I give the orders. This is how things work in here. You do as I say. Ready to play?”
He glanced at the guard by the door then back at her.
“Phillip, no one comes in. No matter what you hear.” She did a head motion, and the guard walked out without a word. “Now, are you ready?”
He smiled at her anticipation. “Bring it, gorgeous.”
“Stand.”
He got up slowly, watching her for a second to see where she was going with this. He took a few steps toward her, until she stopped him with the raise of a small hand. “Yes?”
Her gaze roamed down his body, and the perfume of her desire floating to him from where she stood.
“Against the wall.”
He turned to face the wall covered in black, satin drapes. Making his way there, he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, noting the smile flirting on her lips. “You enjoy telling me what to do?”
“I’m the law. I can and will tell you what to do.”
He glanced at the silver piece at her breast and finally made out that it was a fake police badge. She was in charge. “Madam police officer, if I may...”
“You may get up against the wall. Anything you say can and will be used against you...in this room.”
He tried not to laugh and placed his hands on the wall she’d motioned to. “Is this good?”
“Spread your legs,” she said, the heat of her body pulling the tiger closer to the surface. “Now, let’s see what you have in your pockets.”
She giggled and ran her hands up his back, pressing her fingers over his back muscles and breathing hard the higher she went.
“I’ve got nothing back there. You might want to check the front though.”
He waited, his heart beating harder than ever, while she came around and dipped under his arms to stand between him and the wall. Their faces were millimeters apart, and he saw the desire bright in her eyes. Thirst for a taste of her punched him in the chest so hard he saw stars.
She licked her lips and scanned his face. “Are you concealing any weapons I should know about?”
He grinned, unable to help himself. “I might be. But you’d have to search for yourself.”
She glanced at his mouth and lifted a hand to rake her nails down his chest. “I guess we’ll just have to strip search you.”
He laughed and widened his stance. “Do whatever you need to do, beautiful.”
SIX
Gabby knew she was flirting with danger. Okay, more like waving a neon sign telling it to come over, but whatever. She decided at that moment that she’d never give up her life to ensure her brother was always taken care of. She needed live again. She needed to feel wanted. Fuck! She needed sex!
She inhaled deep and shuddered when Slade’s eyes changed color. They went from blue to gold. His animal was making itself known. She glanced at his lips again, and the temptation to finally taste him became too much. Leaning forward slowly, she pressed her lips to his, sliding her tongue over his bottom lip.
A low growl emanated from him and sent pulsing waves straight to her clit. His immediate response caught her off guard. One second, she was exploring his mouth, the smooth texture and amazing sensations he brought out of her. The next second, he was the one pushing her against the wall and pressing a very large erection into her midsection.
The kiss, if it could be called that, was more of a possession of her mouth. It was as if he needed to remember the contour of her lips and the feel of her tongue on his. Her nipples drew into tight points under the constricting corset. She struggled to breathe and moaned as he ground his hips into her.
He pulled back, kissing down her neck and to the tops of her breasts. She blinked her eyes open and glanced at his short, blond hair.
“Slade...”
His head jerked up. The feral set of his features left her already-wet panties needing a massive wringing.
“Say my name again.”
Good god, what the hell did she do? He sounded fucking amazing when he spoke with the rough, growly voice.
“Slade.”
“Yes, gorgeous. You know who’s going to eat your pussy and make you scream. I’m the one who’s going to fuck you.”
She swallowed back at the lump in her throat. She shouldn’t be doing this, not at work. There were no cameras in the dance rooms in case the girls got freaky with a client, though Charlie never encouraged it. Still, she had never done that before.
“I don’t think—”
“You’re right. Stop thinking. Just feel,” he said, grabbing her hands from his chest and bringing them down to his erection. “Feel what you do to me. I’ve never wanted a woman as badly as I do this very second.” He thrust into her hand, and her world spun. “I want inside you. Deep. So fucking deep you’ll think we were born that way.”
He grabbed her by the waist and turned to face one of the red sofas he’d been sitting on. Placing her on the leather, he dropped down to his knees and pushed her legs open. She gripped the edge of the cushions at her sides, needing something to hold on to. The look on his face said it all: he was doing her now. And she couldn’t be happier about it.
He inhaled deep. “I love what your panties say. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. Eat you. Tongue fuck that slick pussy of yours.”
She bit her lip and tried to lean back, but the corset made it hard to do. He pulled her forward and hooked a hand around her neck, bringing her mouth to his and starting a fire with his lips. The sound of the zippers on her corset took her attention away from his sinful mouth. The way he sucked on her tongue made her clit throb. Before she knew it, the corset slid open, and she was able to lean back on the sofa, her breasts fully revealed to him.
He glanced down at her naked torso. “Fucking gorgeous.” He grabbed her hands and brought them up to her chest. “Offer them to me. Tell me to suck your nipples.”
She pressed her breasts together and arched her back toward his face. “Do it. Suck my nipples. Suck me all over.”
Her voice sounded hoarse and so husky she would have sworn it was someone else talking, some sex goddess open and on display for her man. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down, dragging a low cry from her. Then he laved the tiny, aching tip with his tongue, flicking it until her hips wiggled on her their own.
“That’s it,” he murmured over her chest. “Get wet for me.”
She was already there. She was slick and wanting. He licked her other breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth and rubbing his tongue over it. Her pussy pulsed as if with its own heartbeat.
The fire at the pit of her stomach expanded through her limbs. She hadn’t had sex in so long, and even then it hadn’t felt this decadent. Naughty. Good. Slade’s gaze roaming over her body with so much appreciation sent her heart soaring. The shy woman inside Gabby fist pumped.
She had learned that her body was beautiful thanks to her dance instructor. It had taken time to train her to do some of the moves that came easily to the slimmer dancers, but she could do anything. And she’d realized that men could see the sexiness in her when she danced.
But dancing was one thing. She hadn’t dated in so long thanks to Joel. Now, having Slade stare at her as if she were a piece of his favorite dessert reinforced her belief that her curves fucking rocked!
He licked down her belly and lifted the bit of skirt up to glance at her panty-covered crotch. “These need to come off.”
She opened her mouth, but before she had a chance to say anything, he tore through her panties like a knife through butter. Then to amplify the need thickening in her veins, he slid his fingers lightly over her inner thighs
.
“Oh, Slade,” she moaned.
He met her gaze and then glanced back down at her pussy. “That’s what I want. I want to feel your slick heat on my face, stroking me. I want you coming and grinding your pussy so hard on my mouth I won’t be able to breathe.” He slowly lowered between her legs, taking ragged breaths. “I want to fuck you while you’re still clenching from my lips on your clit.”
Oh, good lord. Her body shuddered from the image he planted in her head. Then, his mouth was on her, stroking her pussy lips and gliding between them until he was on her clit. Her rolled his tongue over the hard, little bundle of nerves, in precious circles that made her see double.
“Oh, my god!”
She gripped his short hair between her fingers, clinging to him for dear life. There was nothing else she wanted. With every lick he took, she pushed closer to his mouth. He fondled her clit with his mouth and slipped two fingers into her sex. His large digits, coated in wetness, slid in without any problems. Her pussy contracted around his fingers.
“Ah, baby,” he groaned, lifting his face to show his mouth and jaw wet from his saliva and her desire. “You’re tight. I can’t wait to have my cock inside you, fucking you. Going deep and hard.”
Her muscles tightened from the oncoming orgasm. She took gulping breaths, but there was no slowing it down. Fire held her tense as he continued fucking her with his fingers and sucked hard on her clit one more time. That was it. She dropped her head back, and her legs tensed to the point of near breaking. A loud moan escaped her before she could stop it, and a wave of overwhelming pleasure washed over her. She gasped, trying to catch her breath, but she couldn’t. Her legs shook, and her pussy contracted on nothing for a few seconds.
Then he was there, sliding his cock on her wet folds and pushing his way into her. Her eyes snapped open, and she glanced down. He was big. He was already inside her, and there was still more of him to go. She moaned and spread her legs wider. He pushed her knees back toward her chest and lifted her legs up to his shoulders. He continued driving into her in a long, slow glide. When he finally stopped, she was panting from feeling so full.
“Oh, god, Slade,” she choked out. “Fuck me. Please… Don’t... Just fuck me.”
SEVEN
She didn’t want him to stop the fantastic sensations. She wanted it enhanced. She wanted to continue the orgasm and feel her pussy cling to his cock as he drove in and out of her. He pulled back and thrust forward so hard, she whimpered and clawed at the cushions to her sides.
“Fucking hell, babe. Your pussy’s slick and hot. I can’t get enough,” he groaned. “And watching your tits jiggle every time I slide back in you is making me want to bite your nipples.”
She brought her hands to her chest and tugged at her own nipples, tweaking and loving the painful pleasure.
“That’s it,” he said. “Every time you do that, your pussy contracts hard around my dick.” His drives were faster, harder with every breath. “I want you coming again.”
She pinched harder, the sensation coupled with his thrusts sent her soaring again. Involuntarily, she moved her hands to grip the cushions as she came. She dug her nails deep into the leather and screamed while her channel contracted around him.
He groaned and plunged so hard into her that she slid up on the sofa, only to be pulled back down by his strong arms. He gripped her hips hard, pulling her ass off the sofa and fucking her with more than a little of his animal’s power. He grunted and rumbled unintelligibly. Suddenly, he slowed and held tense. His cock felt hotter, bigger than before. She gasped, her orgasm still making her pussy clench every few seconds. This was unlike any other sexual experience in her life. He licked her calf and sucked on her leg as he came into her with a loud rumble, filling her with his seed.
“Fuck, yes! I love my scent inside you, Gabriella,” he roared, his cock jerking into her. “That’s it, beautiful. Take my cum. Fuck, I love how your pussy just keeps sucking it all in, taking it deeper and deeper. That’s so damn sexy.”
She couldn’t have stopped her body if she’d wanted to. She’d lost all control over her mind, body, and ability to breathe.
He spread her legs, placing one to either side of him and then slowly pulling his cock out and rubbing it over her mound. “I like this. Our mingled scents all over you.”
To her surprise, he was still releasing small drops of cum on her belly. A wild need rushed through her. She lowered a hand to where he’d let the drops fall free and spread his cum over her skin, massing it over her belly and pussy. “I think you’re right. Our scents are sexy.”
He groaned and brought his face over to hers, giving in to a wild, hungry kiss. “That’s right. My scent is what belongs on you. My cock in your sweet little pussy and that sexy-as-hell ass. My lips all over your body.”
She took a breath and tried to stop the giddiness from taking over. He sounded so damn Alpha. It was not something she was used to, but she realized she liked a hell of a lot in a man.
“Let’s get the hell out of here. I want you on my bed: spread open and ready to be feasted on again. I want your legs wide and your pretty folds glistening wet for me. Then I want to taste you all over and fuck you every way I can.”
She nodded, the words stuck in her throat. Fuck it all. She needed a thorough night of amazing sex—something she had been depriving herself of. More than that, she needed to live her life however she wanted, without the constant worry over her brother or what he was doing.
“I need to grab my jacket, but—”
He shook his head, shrugged his T-shirt over his head, and proceeded to hand it to her. “I don’t want to waste time. I want to be fucking you in the next ten minutes.”
Well, all right then. She slipped the shirt over her costume, glad that the edge landed mid-thigh. He was so much taller than her. Even though she was a big woman, she wasn’t very tall. He, on the other hand, had sleek muscles galore and was tall enough that she’d have to get on her tiptoes to reach his lips.
“Is there a back door to this place?” he asked, glancing at the closed door he knew a guard stood behind.
She nodded. “Come on.”
They walked through the back of the stage and hallway that linked all the areas of the club together. It led past Vanessa’s office and, finally, to a back entrance they never told any of the patrons about. He moved ahead of her, ensuring he was at the front at all times.
She grinned. The guy had a dominant streak a mile wide. “Can you find your way?”
The sound of a car turning on filled the quiet from the dark lot. “That’s my car.”
She blinked at the low-hung, silver sports car. “You fit in that thing?”
He laughed and opened a door for her. “Get in and find out.”
Her breath caught in her chest. She’d sat down when he leaned into her and gave her a kiss. Just as quickly, he shut her door and left her ready to beg for another meeting of lips. Dammit. He was far too tempting and so freaking sexy with all that skin on display.
Within seconds he was in the car, his seat pushed so far back she thought he’d pop through the trunk, driving her to his place. She probably shouldn’t be sleeping with a shifter. She knew they were dangerous. They were strong, commanding, and hot as hell. She now knew why Vanessa wouldn’t stop gushing about Cash.
“Ready to scream my name some more?” he said, putting his car in drive and jetting off.
She bit back a smile at the hungry way he glanced at her. “Let’s see how fast you can get us there.”
EIGHT
Gabby knocked on Vanessa’s door and waited, holding a bakery box housing a chocolate cake so famous that people lined up for it. She’d been delayed by Slade and his insatiable need for sex. Not that she minded. Okay, she probably encouraged him more than anything. Still, it had made her late for dinner with Vanessa.
Vanessa opened the door with a wide grin. “I know what you did last night.”
Gabby blinked her eyes wide. “What?”
Vanessa laughed and motioned her inside. “I’m kidding. I finally found out that it was Slade who went to watch you dance last night. Dad made a point of telling me to make sure nobody went into that room with you guys.”
Heat crawled up Gabby’s face. She wasn’t used to people joking with her like that. Most that saw her dancing didn’t realize she still had the shyness that she’d grown up with as a big girl.
“Aw, don’t be embarrassed,” Vanessa said and led her into the kitchen. “He likes you. You like him. The rest isn’t a big deal.”
Gabby laughed and shook her head. “You sound like Charlie. Didn’t he say those same words to one of the other girls?”
“Sadly, yes. My dad’s personality is rubbing off on me.” Vanessa eyed the bakery box with a widening grin. “Want me to take that?”
“Oh! Yes. Please. I wasn’t sure what you had planned for dinner, but cake goes with everything, so that’s what I got.”
“Smart woman. And that has nothing to do with the fact that I’m in love with cake. And chocolate.” She put the box on the kitchen table and rushed to the stove. “I hope you like chili, rice, and salad.”
“Oh…” Gabby sighed. “That sounds really good. It smells delicious. It’s awesome someone knows how to cook.”
“You can’t cook?” Vanessa asked, after she’d put the lids back on the pots.
“I can eat, does that count?” She laughed. “No. Though to be fair, I haven’t really tried to learn. It’s just been one of those things I haven’t really had time for.”
Vanessa brought a pitcher of iced tea to the table. She’d already put some glasses there for them. “You’re always so worried about your brother.”
Gabby pursed her lips and nodded. “Yes. He’s been my responsibility since my parents died. I‘ve been like a second mother to him.”
“But you’re not his mother,” Vanessa said, patting Gabby’s hand. “You’re just his older sister. You are allowed to be happy and have a life. He’s a grown man. What he does at this point isn’t something you can control.”