by K. Renee
“S… Sorry.” Her voice is fucking sexy as sin. It’s got this sexy little rasp to it that reminds me of a phone sex operator. She continues to study every inch of my face and I can’t help the grin that takes over. My eyes scan over her face that is made up of very little makeup and bright red lipstick. My eyes zero in on her plump lips and I want to bring my mouth down on hers and pull that damn bottom lip of hers into my mouth so fucking bad.
She takes a few steps back but doesn’t take her eyes off me.
“Are you enjoying the view?” I ask with a grin.
A blush creeps up into her cheeks and it’s like she’s trying to figure out the words to say. Instead of responding, she takes a step back and then storms off in the direction she was heading.
As she walks away, my eyes travel down the back of her little librarian looking sweater and tight black skirt, stopping on that lush ass of hers. The sway of her hips practically entrances me and I can’t force myself to look away. I watch as she walks behind a black curtain and I have to adjust myself. Damn, what I would give to have her bent over my lap as I spanked her perfect round ass.
A hand closes around my shoulder and when I turn around; I see the rest of the guys coming toward me. “What are you looking at man? All the fucking pussy is that way,” Jake says, pointing toward the dance floor.
I shrug. “Nothing. You guys know this shit isn’t really my scene.” This gets a few chuckles out of them as they all come closer.
“Elias!” Seth says from beside me as he sees Elias coming from behind me. I turn to see that he’s coming from the same black curtain that the sexy little woman went behind.
“Hey, assholes! So glad you guys could come out.” He greets each of us with a man hug and a slap on the back. “Let me show you to your VIP area for the night.”
He takes off toward the roped off sections and leads us to a large area that has a few tables spread out. We all take a seat as he snaps his fingers at some poor girl who all but runs toward us. She gives us a pained expression as she takes our drink orders.
“This is Lila. If you need any drinks, she will be around your area. I also have Jericho who will be assisting you assholes.” As soon as I hear the name Jericho, I instantly lose interest. Instead of paying attention to the rest of what he’s yapping on about, I scan the room hoping to get a glimpse of the beauty that I had in my arms a few minutes ago.
My eyes scan the room again and I spot her. She’s currently leaning over the bar over by the dance floor. I go to stand up just as she turns and looks up toward the VIP area, her eyes landing on me. She looks at me and then toward Elias who is motioning for her to come to us.
When I look over my shoulder at him, I see the big grin on his face as she makes her way toward our area. I watch her slowly take the stairs, one step at a time, trying hard not to flash everyone with her tight skirt.
As she walks closer to him, she has to walk right next to me. I can’t help myself when I reach out and brush my hand across her thigh. Her eyes shoot down to me and they widen slightly before she looks back at Elias.
I have a feeling that we are going to have some fun while I’m in Vegas.
“Alright assholes, this is my girl, Jericho. Keep your hands off the merchandise.”
He wraps his arm around her shoulder and pulls her closer to his body. If he’s fucking her, I’m going to murder his ass. There is no fucking way that bastard deserves a girl like that.
“Jer, these are the guys,” he says, fanning his hand out in front of us like he’s showing her the goods.
“Hi guys,” she says shyly.
She dips her head slightly and doesn’t meet anyone else’s eyes except for mine. When her eyes land on mine again, I can see the curiosity in them. She’s interested in me as well. That only means good fucking things for me.
“If you need me to get you anything please let me know. I will be walking around the VIP area taking care of everyone. Please don’t hesitate to stop me.”
With that, she gives us all a slight smile before she starts to walk away.
I watch the way Elias follows her every movement and he follows her toward the black curtain that she went through earlier. I watch the curtain for far too long before I turn my attention back to the guys who are currently bullshitting about the good old days. I throw a few jabs in every once in a while, but I am actually enjoying just listening to them talk shit to each other.
It’s been a few years since we’ve all seen each other besides Enver, Seth, and me and it’s actually nice to be able to catch up with them. Once the drinks come, the guys start to get rowdier. When the waitress brings me my drink, I hand her a tip.
“Where did Jericho disappear to?” She gives me a strange look before she points to the black curtain. “Do you think you can get her back out here?” I ask so she is the only one who can hear me.
“Yes, of course,” she replies hesitantly.
I wonder if all Elias’ employees are this shy, or is it just this one. She looks like a doe being sent out into the world for the first time. When I was in high school that was just my type, now I like my women a little more challenging. I have specific tastes and there aren’t a lot of women that are okay with the way I want to fuck them.
I’m not even sure that little Miss Goody Two Shoes is going to want to play, but I’m willing to fuck her vanilla just so I can get a taste of her.
A few of the guys take off toward the dance floor, but I don’t move from my spot. I’m hoping that our sexy attendant comes back so I can find out if the good girl can be bad. I was once a good guy until I got fucked over by my ex. Ever since I kicked that bitch out of my house, I’ve been discovering what I really want in my bed and by my side.
I want a girl who isn’t afraid of being dominated, yet takes care of her man at the same time. I make enough money that I can shower her in whatever she wants while she is at home cooking, cleaning, and taking care of everything else. In a way, I don’t want to be tied down either. I want to be able to fuck others even if I’m only coming home to her.
I know it sounds sexist, but I don’t give a fuck. I want my woman at my beck and call. I love the fucking attention and I’m not really interested in anything but that. I want to be the most important thing to her except for if we had kids.
I can feel the minute she walks back out into the club area. When she walks around the half wall and comes up the stairs, I see her sexy dark eyes land on me. She looks me up and down before she reaches me. When she gets within reach, I wrap my hand around her wrist and pull her closer to me.
Spreading my legs slightly, I pull her to stand between them. Her eyes scan around the room, but I can bet money that no one is paying attention to us. The music is loud and the drinks have been flowing since we got up here. Plus, most of the guys are out on the dance floor already, dry humping a few women.
“Can I get you something?” Her raspy voice hits me straight to my dick and I pull her arm down so she has to bend forward. Her tits are now on display in her tight tank top that she’s wearing under her little sweater.
“The only thing I want is you,” I growl.
Her hand goes to my thigh as I pull her closer to me. Reaching my hand around her neck, I bring her mouth to mine.
“I can’t do this,” she says barely loud enough to hear over the music that is pumping into the club around us.
Instead of letting her fight me on it, I crush her mouth down on mine and kiss her. I run my tongue along the seam of her lips until I finally get her to open her mouth. Slipping my tongue into her mouth, I run it along her teeth before I massage her tongue with mine, my tongue ring gliding against her tongue. Her taste is fucking intoxicating and I can’t get enough.
I hear a throat clear behind us. Breaking the kiss, I turn my head and see Elias staring down at us. She tries to pull back when she sees the scowl on his face, but I don’t release my grip on her. I’m marking my territory and judging by the look on his face, he knows it.
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�Jericho, get back to work. I don’t pay you to play grab ass.”
My hand doesn’t release her as I stare at him. He narrows his eyes at me and I fuck with him a little more. I want to make sure he knows I’m going after her. Grabbing the back of her neck again, I pull her mouth back to mine. I kiss her until we are both breathless. When I finally pull my mouth off hers, I’m hard as a fucking rock.
When I look up at her face, I see her eyes pointed to the ground almost like she’s embarrassed.
“He won’t do shit,” I murmur to her.
Her eyes are focused on the floor but slowly come up to meet mine. When she goes to say something, I stop her. I won’t let him fire her just because I want her.
“He’s going to fire me.” Her eyes widen and I can see a million things running through her head, but I won’t for one second let him do shit.
“Trust me, darlin’, he won’t do shit to you. If he fires you, I’ll deal with him.” Her face pales and she tries to pull out of my grip.
Chapter 3
Jericho
My head is spinning. Why the hell did I let him pull me between his legs? Fuck. I should have known better. Elias warned me that these guys liked my “type,” whatever that means.
The moment his mouth pressed against mine, I was a goner. There was nothing that would have pulled my mouth off of his except for my boss. When I heard him clear his throat behind us, I knew that I was going to get yelled at, possibly fired. Maybe Elias is finally going to let me quit like I’ve been asking for him to do for months.
I need to get away from him and fast. I shouldn’t want to fuck him as badly as I do. I blame it on the no sex for the last six months curse that I’ve been living with. Sure, I’ve gotten off dozens of times with my vibrator, but nothing compares to the feel of a real dick sliding deep into your pussy. Biting my lip, I turn away from him and try to pull out of his grip for the second time.
When he finally lets me go, I stumble away from him. Just when I think I caught my balance, my heel catches on something and I start to go down. His arms reach out and he grabs me, pulling me back into his strong body.
My hands go to his stomach and when I look up at him, he has a smirk on his handsome face. It’s almost like its mocking me in a way. I want so bad to kiss him again, but I need to focus on my job. Taking a deep breath, I try to force myself to not pay attention to anything but getting away from him. I need some air. The only way I’m going to be able to think straight is if he takes his hands off of me.
Who am I kidding? I want nothing more than to have his mouth on mine again.
“I need to go,” I stated as calmly as I can.
He reaches up to cup my cheek and I hold my breath. Holy shit. If his mouth touches mine again, I’m done for. Yup, definitely blaming it on the no sex. I need to get laid, and soon. Preferably tonight when I get off work.
“When do you get off?” His voice is husky and the first thing I think about is sex.
Shit, if anyone else asked me that tonight, I would have told him that I don’t go home with customers. But no, the words come out of his mouth and the first thing I think about is his tongue in my pussy as I’m coming around it.
“I don’t sleep with…” I trail off when his finger gently caresses my cheek.
I imagine what it would feel like to have his hands all over my body. Yup, definitely need to get laid.
“I’ll change your mind, babe.” His breath fans across my skin and I break out in goosebumps. I close my eyes to keep my cool, or I might just attack his face.
“I need to go.” I finally get the words out. He’s got me so messed up that I’m not even sure how I’m breathing calmly anymore.
His hand cups my ass cheek and he gives it a squeeze. My eyes meet his and he gives me a cocky grin that on any other man, I would think about smacking it off his face.
“You will be mine tonight.”
He releases me and I scurry off toward the back area. I head straight for my office and lock myself inside.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
When I take a seat in my chair, I run my fingertip along my lips and remember the kiss.
Passionate. Hot. Mind blowing.
If I was wearing panties right now under this skirt, I’m sure they would be soaked. I can’t believe I let him kiss me like that in front of the whole VIP area. Not once have I ever let something like that happen. I’ve never let a customer do more than grab my ass as I walked by.
I close my eyes and lean back in my chair. I’m so fucking screwed. I can’t go out there again.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
I jump and put my hand to my chest. Looking over at the door, I see that someone is trying to twist the knob. I’m sure it’s Elias coming in here to yell at me for playing tonsil hockey out on the VIP floor.
Slowly getting out of my chair, I make my way to the door and unlock it. Before I can even open the door, he’s pushing his way inside. When I look up at his face, I can see that he’s pissed. I’ve never seen him this mad before. When he turns to finally face me after pacing the room for a few minutes, I can see the anger written all over his face.
“I warned you,” he grits out.
When I don’t say anything in response, he comes stalking toward me. At first, I think he’s going to fire me, but then he surprises me and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling my body to his. What the fuck is going on? Are these guys all fucking crazy?
I try to push him away, but he doesn’t budge.
“Please, let me go,” I state calmly.
His eyes flash and he tightens his grip on me. His mouth starts to inch closer and closer to mine, causing me to start panicking.
“You let him have his hands all over you and this isn’t okay?” I can see the anger written all over his face and I want to get away from him.
The minute his mouth comes down on mine, I shove him away. When he holds onto me tighter, I knee him in the dick as hard as I can. My heart is pounding and I can’t believe what I just did.
His hands instantly drop from me and I turn, running out of my office. I can feel the tears start to well up in my eyes as I run through the back area and out into the club. I look behind me to make sure he isn’t coming after me and end up running into something.
“What’s wrong?” His voice washes over me and when I look up, I see the uneasy look on his face.
“Nothing.” I try to pull out of his embrace, but he doesn’t let me.
“Tell me why you were running from there and have tears in your eyes.”
I was hoping that he wouldn’t notice that in the semi-darkness of the club.
“It’s nothing. I just need to go.” A tear starts to slide down my cheek and he grabs my chin forcing me to look at him.
“It’s not nothing if you have tears in your eyes. What happened?” Before I give in and tell him what happened, my name is being yelled from behind me.
“Jericho! Get in my office now.”
I flinch at his tone but refuse to turn and look at him.
When he looks down at me, I can feel his eyes burn into my head. “He why you’re upset?” I slightly nod my head against his chest and his whole body grows tense. “I’ll deal with him.” I look up at him and my eyes widen. What does he mean he’ll deal with him?
“No. It’s fine.” I shake my head.
His hand spreads across my lower back and I can feel his body heat through my clothes. “I’ll deal with him.”
He pulls away from me and starts to make his way toward Elias. I turn to look at them both just in time to see the fear in Elias’ eyes. I don’t know their history, and part of me is glad for that. When Elias said I was working a table of his friends, I thought that they were in fact friends. Maybe not…
I watch them disappear behind the curtain. My nerves start to get the best of me, so instead of waiting for them to come back out here, I make my way to the VIP tables and grab the bottle of Grey Goose and take a healthy swig.
The burn in my chest as the
liquor goes down makes me cough. I’m not much of a drinker, so the big swallow of it makes my stomach burn as it settles in my belly. Setting the bottle down, I look out on the floor and see that everything is still going smoothly and there are no fights for once.
Instead of walking down to the main floor, I stand rooted right where I am. I can feel my hands shake from the nervousness I feel. What was Elias thinking? I have never once made it seem like I was interested in him. I would never cross that line anyway. One, he’s my boss, and two, he creeps me the fuck out sometimes.
I just don’t understand why he kissed me now. I’ve worked here for years and not once has he ever shown any interest in me unless drunk, and tonight he isn’t drunk. He typically goes for the easy sluts that parade their asses around in here night after night.
God, why am I even asking myself these questions? I knew I should have quit months ago. Maybe then I wouldn’t be in this weird position. Oh man, now I’m rambling in my own head. It could be the vodka talking. Shit. I need to get the hell out of here and quick.
I can always run out the back door and never come back again. No, I need this paycheck. How else will I be able to afford my rent in this damn town? Sighing, I run my hand down the back of my neck and start to make my way toward the back offices.
As soon as I make my way through it, I can hear their raised voices coming from the direction of Elias’ office. As much as I want to be nosy and see what they are yelling about, I continue to make my way to my office. I lock the door behind me and lean my body against it. The cool metal of the door feels nice pressed against my overheated skin.
Closing my eyes, I take a few calming breaths before I push off the door and make my way to my chair. I shake my mouse and wait for the screen to wake up. When it does, a dozen or so emails pop up on the screen. I try to focus on the words in the first message at the bottom, but it’s no use. I can’t focus on anything but that man and the strange way Elias is acting.
He’s seen me kiss men before, and not once did he ever react like that. Heck, the minute he saw me in that sexy stranger’s arms the anger got worse than in my office. My eyes fall to the spot where that all took place and I get a shiver.