by Sabrina Sol
Her favorite song blared over the sound system, and she bounced in her seat. “Let’s go dance,” she said in his ear.
“I don’t know. I don’t really like to dance,” he told her.
“Come on. Please?” And for emphasis, she kissed him on the lips. When she pulled back, she recognized the smirk before it even showed up.
“If I dance with you, what do I get in return?”
She looked out at the dance floor and saw Clarissa and Donny twirling and twisting to the beat. If Dante didn’t agree, she could always go out on her own and find a willing partner. But she didn’t want to do that.
Alexa leaned closer and whispered, “Anything you want.” And to prove it, she sucked on his earlobe. A hand flew to her wrist and pulled her out of the booth.
They found a spot near Clarissa and Donny. Dante pulled her against him and started moving. And when he spun her around and picked her up, she screamed in delight. Not only could he dance, he could dance better than most of the guys on the floor.
They stayed for two more songs before heading back to the booth. It turned out that Alexa wasn’t the only one impressed with his moves.
“You guys looked great out there,” Natalie gushed.
“Yeah,” Clarissa added. “You should come back on Thursday and enter their dance-off. Top prize is five hundred bucks.”
She looked at Dante, and they both laughed. “No, thanks. Besides, I don’t know if Mr. Twinkle Toes here would even want me for his partner again. So much for not being a good dancer.”
He smiled and shrugged. “I never said I wasn’t a good dancer. What I said was I didn’t like to dance.”
As the others left to get more drinks, she leaned over and whispered, “You played me, didn’t you?”
Dante moved his hand underneath the table and rested it on top of hers. “Somehow I don’t think you’re going to mind.” He grabbed her hand and moved it to his crotch. The bulge was already rock hard to the touch, and it instantly turned her on.
They were in the middle of a crowded club, and her friends were going to come back any minute. So why was she considering sticking her hand under his pants and stroking him until he came? This was what this man did to her.
“Are you thinking of how I’m going to fuck you senseless as soon we get back to my house?” he whispered in her ear.
Heat rose up through her body until her cheeks burned. He’d flipped that switch again, and it wasn’t going to be easy to shut it off. What was she going to do when he moved on to the next woman?
Slow down. No need to think about those things. Just feel this moment.
“Maybe,” she whispered back, wanting to affect him with her words as much as he had done with his. He groaned under his breath.
She noticed her friends walking back, so she moved her hand away. Dante snatched it back and held on to it to make her squeeze his cock even tighter.
“So are you going to go back out and dance?” Natalie asked once they were all seated back in the booth.
“No, I think we’re good just sitting here. Right, Alexa?” She opened her mouth to answer but snapped it shut as Dante moved his other hand beneath her dress.
Afraid she’d sigh or moan in front of everyone, she could do nothing but nod in response.
…
The group chatted nonchalantly about the music, the lawsuit, and what everyone had planned for next weekend. All the while, Dante and Alexa were busy feeling each other up under the table.
In his defense, he hadn’t planned on the mutual fondling. It was just a happy occurrence brought on by their little deal about dancing.
The longer Alexa rubbed, though, the harder it became to carry on a conversation. He looked over at her and noticed she was having the same difficulty. She kept blotting her skin with a napkin and licking her lips before taking a swig of her beer.
He’d been good and only brushed along the inside of her thigh. But his control was fading fast, and he wanted desperately to move his finger higher to the flesh still covered by her panties.
She must be dripping wet by now, given how much he’d teased her. If she wasn’t already on the edge, he knew it would be a short ride.
That’s when an idea came to him.
It was time to get the hell out of there.
Donny had just told a funny story, and he joined in on the laughter. It gave him the cover he needed to move closer to Alexa, which also gave him better access to the spot between her legs. It took only one slide of his finger along the middle of her entrance before she announced to the group that it was time for them to leave.
“Ah, really? Why don’t you guys stay for a little longer?” Clarissa said.
“Sorry, but Dante has to be in court early, right?” she asked and looked at him.
A smile tugged at his lips, but he fought it. He didn’t have to be in court at all tomorrow, and she knew that. “Yes, that’s right,” he said with a nod.
As Alexa and her friends made plans to have lunch another day, he tried to focus on things that would calm his erection so he could get out of the booth without putting a spotlight on what they’d been doing.
She made him feel like a hot-blooded, horny teenager. Stealing touches here, exchanging knowing looks there. Alexa kept surprising him, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. Obviously, one part of his anatomy liked it very much. But the sensible part of him issued red flags every time he was with her. They’d made no promises about how long they would hang out.
He wondered, though, if that would come back to bite them both in the ass.
When he finally felt semi-normal, he grabbed her hand and tugged her toward him.
They said their good-byes and headed for the door. He needed to be inside her as quickly as possible, especially since he’d already decided he wasn’t about to wait until they got back to his house.
“I like your friends,” he told her as they walked through the parking lot.
“Thanks. I think they liked you, too. Did you have a good time?”
He grabbed her hand and tugged her closer to him. “I did. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was fun.”
“I’m glad. It’s not everyone’s scene, you know?”
“I’ve been meaning to ask…”
She laughed. “Why I like it? I don’t know. The clothes and music are all about a simpler time. Who knows? Maybe I was born in the wrong decade.”
“I think you were born at exactly the right time. Otherwise, we’d never be able to do what we’re about to do.”
They’d reached his car, which was parked at the far end of the lot. It was the only one in the row, and the closest light post dimmed off and on. No one would be close enough to hear when she screamed out his name. It was perfect.
“Get in the backseat,” he said.
As usual, she did what he told her to. Then he followed her inside and shut the door.
“What are we doing?” she asked. Even in the shadows, he could see her eyes were big and anxious. This excited her.
“We’re going to do what we’ve been wanting to do for the past half hour.”
He lunged toward her and found her lips. She kissed him back, and it thrilled him that she was just as hot and hungry as she was. He cupped her breasts through her dress and rasped, “Take them out so I can suck on those pretty nipples of yours.”
She pulled the top of her dress open, exposing a black lace bra. He nearly praised the Lord right there when he realized it hooked in the front. Her breasts fell out, and he laved long strokes on each one. Her moans of pleasure drove him crazy with need.
“Remember you said you’d do anything I want,” he whispered against her chest.
“Yes, anything,” she said. His cock grew harder.
He took one last lick before sitting back on the seat until his feet touched the floor. Keeping his eyes on her, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his dick out from his briefs. He stroked himself in front of her, and he heard her sigh.
“Put your mou
th right here,” he commanded.
When her soft, warm lips covered his cock, he nearly shot off the seat. She took him slowly, inch by inch.
“God, that feels so good. Your mouth is perfect for sucking. Suck me hard, baby.”
Her tiny moan only fueled his own desire. He couldn’t believe it was happening, yet he was so grateful that it was. Having Alexa give him a blow job in the backseat of his car was one of many fantasies he’d used when he needed to jerk off in the shower, usually after seeing her walk around the restaurant in one of those tight skirts she liked to wear.
It didn’t matter that she wore a full dress in this reality. She was still bent over his dick with her ass pointed high in the air, giving him full access to what he craved the most.
As she licked and sucked him up and down, Dante moved his hand underneath her dress and found the thin fabric of her panties. By touch alone, he hooked his finger around the edge and pulled it to the side. Her wet heat welcomed the invasion, and Alexa gasped.
“There’s a condom in my right pocket. Get it and put it on me.”
She nodded. Once he was properly sheathed, it was time for another fantasy—Alexa riding his cock.
“Take off your panties and straddle my lap.”
She sat back so she could pull her underwear off her legs all the way. Then she bunched up the dress on the sides and slowly lowered herself onto his dick.
They both groaned at the contact. Her pussy was snug and wet, and he held her still by the hips, basking in the sensation of her.
Their lips came together for more fiery kisses. She gripped the edge of the seat behind him and began to move up and down along the length of his shaft. “Ah, yes. You feel so good,” she whispered.
“Just wait. It’s going to get better.”
He tugged her dress and the dangling bra off her shoulders. It was rough and messy, but he didn’t care. He pushed the sides of her breasts together and took both of them into his mouth, sucking long and hard until her nipples were thick, stiff peaks against his tongue.
He moved one hand to her neck and stuck his index finger in her mouth. She licked and sucked lovingly, just like she had with his dick. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t see. Heat swept over him, and he became lost in a delirium of ecstasy.
Alexa picked up her pace and sank down faster and harder. She threw her head back, and he knew she was close to coming. So was he. He slid two fingers down her belly to where their bodies connected and found the hard little nub that was going to set her off. He pulled his finger from her mouth and moved his hand behind her to grip her ass, digging into the flesh as he tried to hold on.
The parking lot, the city, the entire world fell away as Alexa’s body shuddered when the pulsing orgasm overtook her. Her convulsing muscles milked his own climax from him soon after, and he wrapped his arms around her body and held her tight, not wanting her to leave him just yet. They shook against each other for several seconds, each of them lost in their own blissful oblivion. When the haze finally cleared, Dante moved his hands to her face and gently brought her to him for a kiss.
She sighed into his mouth, and he knew she was just as addicted to him as he was to her.
Maybe he wouldn’t have to give her up after all.
Chapter Nine
Man, I’m such a badass.
Alexa watched as one of the servers carefully picked up the tray of food she’d just expertly assembled. Despite a very tragic incident where she’d lost a perfectly cooked pork loin, she’d been able to salvage the dishes and do it in a record amount of time so her customers wouldn’t be kept waiting longer than necessary.
The pork loin, before it slid off the carving platter and onto the floor, had been destined for her artisanal mole poblano—a rich and thick sauce made with sweet Mexican chocolate and tempered with the spice of poblano peppers. Rather than take it off the menu for the night, she’d walked out of the kitchen and asked the diners who had ordered it if they would be willing to taste test a new dish, offering a complimentary dessert as an incentive. All of them had agreed.
First, she’d improvised by pan searing duck breasts until the skin was crisp and then finished them off in the oven. After only a few minutes, she pulled them back out, sliced the rosy, juicy meat into perfectly shaped discs and covered them in a light blanket of mole. She paired it with an herb- and duck broth–infused rice and a side of charred seasonal vegetables. It had looked so tempting, she’d made a plate for herself as well.
Gabriel peeked over her shoulder. “Please tell me you’re going to share.”
She shook her head. “Sorry. Make your own. I haven’t eaten since nine o’clock this morning.”
“Wow, you were awake at nine o’clock?”
“I know, right?” she said with a laugh as she pulled a stool to the counter and sat down. “But apparently, that’s the time Gomez eats his second breakfast, so I had to get up and feed his chubby ass again. By that time, I figured I might as well stay up and eat, too.”
“Gomez? I thought your boyfriend’s name was Dante?”
Alexa lifted her foot and swatted the back of Gabriel’s calf. “Gomez is Dante’s bulldog—and he’s not my boyfriend. He’s…um…my lawyer, and he had to go with Brandon to Miami, so I’m helping him out by taking care of his dog…at his house.”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, even she couldn’t believe them. She had no idea what had possessed her to offer to do something like that.
Could’ve been that second orgasm.
They had just finished quite the torrid session when her brother had called Dante to ask if he could make the last-minute trip. There was some crisis with a city agency that was threatening to shut down the Miami project for a few days. So perhaps it had been the afterglow that had clouded Alexa’s judgment in that moment when she’d said she’d take on such a big responsibility. Dante had given her an out by suggesting he board his pet, but that had only made her want to do it more.
“Don’t you trust me with your dog?” she’d asked. It had been meant as a rhetorical question. But when Dante didn’t answer, she’d pushed. “I’m serious. Do you trust me or not?”
“Of course,” he’d said and pulled her onto his bare chest. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to. No pressure, remember?”
And so Alexa had sworn that she wanted to take care of Gomez. And then Dante took care of her—for a third time.
“What’s with the goofy smile?” Gabriel’s question brought her back to the bustling kitchen.
Heat raced to her cheeks. “Nothing. I’m just happy with how this dish turned out. Go back to work so I can start eating it.”
“Yes, Chef.”
She laughed at his mock salute before picking up her fork to dig in. The vibration of her phone stopped her before the fork reached her mouth.
Dammit.
Alexa put the fork down and pulled the phone out from her pocket. It was a text from Jack: I think Gomez hurt his leg during our walk. I carried him home and now he won’t stand up. Should I call Dante?
Waves of panic replaced her hunger. She didn’t want to worry Dante if she didn’t have to. But, then again, what if this was serious?
She texted back, Don’t call Dante yet. I’m on my way.
After checking in with Gabriel and the manager to make sure everything would be taken care of, Alexa grabbed her purse and headed for her car. She said a quick prayer in her head that the night didn’t end with her having to tell Dante that his beloved dog had been hurt under her care.
“This is why I don’t have pets…or kids,” she muttered to no one.
Forty-five minutes and lots of broken traffic laws later, Alexa rushed through the door of Dante’s house. Gomez had been lying in his bed in the living room, and as soon as she walked in, he stood up, whimpered, and then fell back down. It broke her heart. Something was definitely wrong.
She walked over and sat down on the floor next to his bed. “Aw, you poor thing,” she said as she
scratched behind his ears.
Although his face was permanently set in a frowning expression, he still looked sad to her. He was probably wondering why this crazy lady and not his beloved owner was there trying to comfort him.
Gomez needed Dante to be there.
So did she.
…
The next morning she waited in one of the exam rooms for Dr. Dean, Gomez’s veterinarian. She looked at her phone one more time. Dante’s plane had landed almost an hour ago, and he’d texted that he’d meet her there as soon as possible. But he still hadn’t shown up, and they’d called Gomez in to be seen.
“Good morning. I’m Dr. Dean.”
Alexa looked up to see a very young and very good-looking blond man walk into the room. He seemed surprised to see her and looked down at the folder in his hand.
“I’m sorry. It says here that Gomez belongs to a Dante Perez?”
“Oh, yes, well, he’ll be here soon. He’s coming straight from the airport.”
“That’s fine. Are you Mrs. Perez?”
“Me? Oh, no. I’m Alexa. I’m Dante’s…friend. He’s been out of town, and I was watching Gomez for him. Like I said, he’ll be here soon.”
The vet’s gaze lingered on her for a few more seconds before he finally turned to Gomez. Dr. Dean checked his heart rate and then his temperature and declared both were normal. Then he put his hand over the dog’s back leg.
“Yep, it’s definitely swollen. How did this happen again?”
“Well, Jack—he’s Dante’s neighbor who takes Gomez for walks—said that he stepped off a curb and then fell. He didn’t want to stand at all last night, so I put a cold compress on him until he went sleep. This morning he could stand, but he is definitely walking with a limp.”
Dr. Dean examined Gomez again, and this time the dog whimpered. Her throat tightened with emotion.
He nodded. “Okay, so here’s the plan. We’re going to—”
The door to the exam room blew open, and Dante appeared. Gomez immediately tried to stand up to greet his owner.
“Hey, buddy,” Dante said and went over to rub the top of his dog’s head. He smiled at Alexa, but she could see the worry in his eyes. She’d heard it in his voice, too, the night before, when she’d called to tell him what had happened. He’d asked her to take Gomez to the vet and booked the first flight out of Miami that morning. Now that he was here, she could breathe a little easier. She hoped he could, too.