Then Stephen appeared in her peripheral vision.
“I gotta get out of here.” She bolted in the opposite direction and quickly navigated toward the back stairs.
“Hey, wait up!” Joel called after her.
“I’ll just go wait in the car for Coco,” she told herself. She should never have agreed to come here. She should never have allowed a complete stranger to touch her like that, talk to her like that.
“Hey!”
Joel’s strong hand clamped around her wrist, and Birdie jerked around to demand release. However, when she turned, the young buck crushed against her lips with a kiss that obliterated her anger.
She couldn’t remember ever tasting anything so intoxicating, dangerous and forbidden all at once. So far, he hadn’t lied. All his pieces and parts were working. Did she dare find out just how well?
Chapter 8
Kimora was more than a little mussed up after her and Elijah’s little performance on the dance floor—and she loved it. Hot and sweaty, she found it nearly impossible to comb her way through the crowd on her trembling legs to her upstairs office.
She removed the key from her silver loop earrings and then slipped inside. Before she could close the door, however, Elijah placed his foot inside.
“Mind if I join you?”
She hesitated. “I have to take a quick shower and change before the key drawings.”
He shrugged with a boyish grin. “I know how to be quick.”
“Since when?” she challenged with her own devilish smile.
“Since…well, never. But won’t you give me a chance to try?”
Kimora knew that she had no intention of shutting Elijah out of her office. As far as she was concerned, that would never happen. But every once in a while there was no harm in letting him work hard for what he wanted. “All right. Just this once,” she teased, stepping back from the door.
His grin transformed into a full-size smile as he moved into the room and locked the door behind him.
“Who are you looking for?” Patrick asked, opening his car door.
Now that they had stepped out of Club Sexy and away from the crazy party, the cool air had a way of clearing Coco’s head. Maybe it wasn’t too late to back off from this crazy thing. “I drove a girlfriend here. I don’t think that I should just leave her.”
His blue eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Are you trying to back out of tonight, Ms. Brown?”
“Did I say I wanted to back out?” she snapped. She didn’t know why she was always so quick to get angry with him. Of course, being angry was easier than admitting she wanted to kiss him again.
Frustration pinched his handsome features. “What kind of game are you playing, Ms. Brown?”
“I’m not playing a game!”
“You could have fooled me,” he snapped back, slamming the car door and marching toward her.
Courtney thrust her chin up and stood her ground. Yet she was still flooded with the same intense heat his body had exuded minutes ago at the party.
Damn it, she didn’t want to be attracted to him. He was everything she couldn’t stand. Plus, he was her boss!
“Look,” Patrick growled. “I know that there is every reason why we shouldn’t be attracted to each other. I’m your boss. Plus, you can’t stand me and I can’t stand you.”
How the hell does he keep doing that?
“But I’m not going to lie to you,” he continued, stopping within inches of her face. “Every day for the last two years, I’ve wanted you in my bed. I’ve wanted you in my shower. I’ve wanted you in places that don’t seem humanly possible.” He lifted his hand and it carelessly brushed across a breast on its journey to cup her chin. “You can’t deny there’s something…electric between us.”
She could, but she would be lying. Damn him.
“I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want, but judging by your behavior in there a while ago, I’d say you want me, too. Am I wrong?”
“I don’t know what it is I want,” she finally admitted.
Patrick smiled and brushed a butterfly kiss against her lips. “I do.” He turned, walked back to the passenger door and opened it. “Get in.”
Courtney glanced back at the club. “But my girlfriend—”
“Get in,” he commanded.
Normally she had a problem with authority—especially his—but Courtney wanted to go with him. Her head still tilted high, she moved toward the passenger door. “One night,” she said, stopping in front of him.
He frowned at her stipulation.
“One night,” she repeated. “I’m not saying that there is something between us—but if there is, one night is sufficient time for us to exorcise it out of our system. We tell no one.” Her chin came up even higher as she stretched out her hand. “Deal?”
Patrick actually looked as if he was going to rebut the offer, but then he stared straight into her eyes and accepted the handshake. “Deal.”
Birdie broke away from Joel, more than ashamed of her thoughts of adultery. Yet at the same time, her hazel-eyed dreamboat had done more for her self-esteem than she would have thought humanly possible. Then there was Stephen, who still appeared interested in her. He was more her age.
Stop it. She forced her thoughts to steer in another direction. All she needed was to go home, soak in a hot bubble bath and pull out her handy, uncomplicated, never disappointing Victor the vibrator.
A car door slammed, and Birdie glanced up among the metal sea of vehicles to see Coco’s boss coming around a car and opening the driver’s-side door. She hurried her footsteps, trying to catch him to let him know Coco was looking for him. But then her feet stopped all on their own when Patrick leaned over and kissed the woman next to him.
Coco!
“Oh, my God.” Her lips widened into a smile. Kimora had been right about those two. Judging by the way they were kissing each other, Birdie almost expected the car to ignite. At the same time, she couldn’t stop watching them. She couldn’t stop the snake of jealousy curling into the pit of her stomach, nor the sparks of excitement.
Patrick dragged Coco over into his lap and pulled down one strap of her gold dress. His manhood throbbed at the sight of her large black nipples. He sucked roughly one into his mouth and loved the way her small body squirmed on top of him.
If he wasn’t careful, he was going to come before they even got started. He couldn’t allow that. He’d dreamed of this moment for too long.
Courtney squirmed against him again and he raked his teeth against her nipples. She drew in a sharp breath but urged him to continue. No doubt about it, Ms. Brown liked it rough.
He hiked her dress around her hips while she pushed up his turtleneck and T-shirt and then flung the clothes into the backseat. The contrast of their skin color was both striking and erotic. Patrick’s need to get inside her only escalated.
Coco fumbled to unzip his pants while Patrick slid the seat back and down to give them more room. Hell, she had never done this in a car before—and never in plain sight.
This was what a Kimora party did to people.
In the back of her mind she was still looking for a reason to walk—any reason. She told herself if he was too gentle, she would walk. But it seemed the Irishman had a little roughneck in him. Next, she told herself if she pulled out a small penis, she would walk. But with what her hand discovered, she nearly stopped breathing.
Hot damn, I hit the jackpot.
“Back pocket,” he said throatily.
Putting her own-mind reading ability to work, Coco knew exactly what she was digging for in the back pocket. When she pulled out the gold-foiled condom, she made quick work of sliding it on him.
Lips locked on his, Coco eased down onto his rock-hard erection. She gasped halfway down; her body was slow to adjust. But damn if he didn’t feel good. Trembling, she opened her eyes and stared into a sea of passion-blue.
The intensity of his gaze should have frightened her or forced her to reconsider whether he could a
ccept her terms of a one-night-only deal.
Shame to say, but Patrick grew impatient. He thrust his hips upward, completing the consummation and stealing another gasp from her trembling lips. For the briefest of moments they were still, breathing each other’s breaths.
When she was ready, he slowly moved inside her. His mouth returned hungrily to her magnificent breasts. He nibbled and chewed while his thrusts became hard rams. She arched into him and begged him to make her come.
“Come on, white boy. You can do better than that,” she challenged through gritted teeth.
Patrick accepted the challenge, and his hammering hips soon had her head bumping against the car’s roof. So tight. So wet. So perfect. Just the way he always knew she would be.
Coco released a broken moan, then quickly another. As though their thoughts and bodies were in sync, pleasure ripped through the couple until they exploded with an earth-shattering shudder.
They clung to each other, hot and sweaty, though the December night was anything but.
“I better hurry and get you home,” Patrick whispered.
Coco started to move from his lap, but he quickly locked his arm around her hips.
“Don’t move.” He slid the seat forward and finally turned the ignition key. “I want to drive with you just like this.”
Coco’s eyes glittered with mischief. “That could be dangerous, Mr. District Attorney.”
“Not to mention exciting.” Patrick shifted the car into gear. “Lucky for us, I only live two miles from here.”
“Then you better hurry.” She moved up and down on his shaft again. “I’m ready for another round.”
Birdie stepped out of view and ducked behind a car when Patrick pulled from his parking spot. His headlights swept across where she had just stood and then disappeared.
Once her breathing returned to normal and she was certain the coast was clear, Birdie climbed up from her hiding spot. Her mind quickly reviewed what she’d seen. It had been beautiful to behold, inspiring to witness such passion. It had been so long.
She glanced back at the club. Inside she could still pick out a Christmas gift for herself, hopefully the one with the 2pac key chain.
Kimora whispered the name of her savior against the shower’s tile while Elijah stroked her smoothly from behind and the hot water pounded their bodies. Their pleasure-filled moans had a loud surround-sound effect, given the bathroom’s acoustics, and served as another heady aphrodisiac.
She realized as his gorgeous body injected her with what she needed that it was impossible to ever grow tired of him. They were made for each other—crazy lifestyles and all.
Elijah’s hands clamped on her hips, and his thrusts hardened and quickened. Knowing that he was ready, Kimora aided him by squeezing her vaginal walls and rocking back against him.
One hand left her hip to entangle in her hair. She loved it when he did that—loved how he pulled and then loved the sound of his growled release.
“Ah, baby. You’re the best.” He nuzzled his face into the back of her hair and breathed in its fruity smell. “You’re the best. You know that, baby?”
She did know it. She just didn’t want him to ever forget it.
Their “quick” shower had lasted an hour, and Kimora returned to her guests wearing a short white dress that didn’t quite reach midthigh, her wet hair pulled into a loose ponytail and a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
“Okay, it’s that time,” Kimora sang, jiggling a small gold bell to get everyone’s attention and then turning on a microphone. A new level of excitement buzzed through the crowd. All music was shut off just as one woman’s orgasmic cry ripped from the Champagne Room.
The guests ruptured with laughter.
“Remember—” Kimora rang her bell again “—what happens at the key party…”
“Stays at the key party,” the guests chanted back to her, and another ripple of laughter washed over the crowd.
Kimora retrieved the bowl of keys. “Okay. Looks like a few keys are missing, so that must mean a few ladies have already left with a new Christmas gift.”
More laughter.
“Ladies, line up. Men, stand against the wall.” She set the crystal bowl down on a tall glass table. From the corner of her eye she spotted Birdie.
“Oh, my God. You came. I can’t believe it.” She rushed over to her friend and embraced her. “Is Coco here, too?”
Birdie felt her cheeks burn. “She, um, left.” She glanced over Kimora’s shoulder, locked gazes with a familiar pair of hazel eyes.
“Did she leave alone?” Kimora whispered.
“No.”
“Patrick?”
Birdie nodded and then laughed. “Looks like you hit this one right on the head.”
“Just call me Cupid.” She took Birdie’s hand and dragged her to the center of the room.
A wave of panic crashed within Birdie. “What are you doing?”
“Listen up, everyone,” Kimora said into the mic. “The first bachelorette up is one of my dearest and best friends.”
“Kimora, I don’t think—” Birdie hissed.
“Shh,” Kimora ordered under her breath and positioned Birdie before the bowl. “No matter whose keys you draw, nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. Take whoever it is out to Waffle House, have a cup of coffee, talk.” Kimora shrugged and continued in a whisper, “Or you can take him to a cheap hotel and screw his brains out. The choice is up to you. I suggest you give yourself a Christmas to remember.”
Birdie drew a deep breath and glanced around the room.
Stephen held up a drink, gave her a conspiratorial wink.
“All right. Here goes.” Birdie dived her hand into the large bowl. A key chain with an American Liberty Bail Bonds emblem caught her eye, and her heart sank. She quickly released it and grabbed another, hoping no one saw her cheating.
“All right!” Kimora snatched the set of keys from Birdie’s hand. “2pac is the winner!”
Chapter 9
Patrick turned wide onto his property, missed the driveway completely and ran over a few bushes before he finally brought the car to a halt just inches before crashing through the garage door.
“Oh, God. Oh, God,” he gasped as Coco ground deliciously on his lap. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” He gripped her hips to guarantee that she wouldn’t.
“Who does it belong to, Patrick?” she asked, nibbling on his ear. “Hmm. Whose dick is this?”
“Y-yours,” he rasped and banged his head back against the headrest.
“Louder,” Coco commanded. “I don’t believe you.”
“It—it belongs…to you.” Damn, he couldn’t seem to get deep enough.
“If it’s mine, then I can do whatever I want. Right? I can have it anytime I want?” She slowed her hips while he desperately tried to speed up. “Hmm, Patrick?”
“Y-yes? Wh-what?” He struggled to follow the conversation. He just wanted the sweet release her body promised him.
Coco’s smile reflected how much she was enjoying herself. “Can I have it anytime I want?”
Hell, at this point Patrick would gladly give her his house, his car and everything in his bank account—as long as she didn’t stop. “Yes, baby. Anything you want. Anytime you want. Just let me…” All thought emptied out of Patrick’s head as a glorious light exploded behind his eyes and he was finally granted the release he craved.
Drained, he clung to Coco as if she were the only life raft after a sinking ship. After a minute or two of labored breathing, Patrick became aware of the small kisses she rained across his sweaty brow, cheeks and lips.
“Did you like that, Mr. District Attorney?” she asked.
Was she kidding? “I loved it,” he said, kissing her back. “And I want some more.” He opened his door and gently turned in his seat.
Coco ducked down, but her head still bumped the roof when he climbed out of the car with her still connected to him.
“Oops. Easy,” he chuckled.
She laughed and wrapped her long, shapely legs around his trim hips.
“Hey, Holloway,” a male’s voice shouted from somewhere. “Merry Christmas!”
Startled, Patrick lost his balance and spilled forward.
Coco gasped in alarm, hit the ground with a hard thump and then had the rest of the air slammed out of her lungs when Patrick fell on top of her.
“Sorry. Are you all right?” He eased his weight off her rib cage.
She nodded and laughed. “Who was that?”
“I don’t know.” He looked up and saw they were shielded behind a bush. Across the street, his neighbor, Glenn Leavell, waved. “Hey, Glenn,” Patrick shouted back. “Merry Christmas!”
“Is everything all right?” Glenn asked, walking down his driveway in his robe. “Nancy said your car nearly ran over your mailbox.”
“Uh, yeah. Everything’s fine.” Patrick climbed to his knees. “Just had a little brake problem. I’ll get it checked out.”
Glenn continued walking toward Patrick’s house.
“I’m fine now. No need to concern yourself,” Patrick said, hoping to stop his neighbor from discovering what was really going on.
“Well, I can take a look at them, if you want,” Glenn offered like a good neighbor. “I’m a pretty good weekend mechanic.”
Coco walked her fingers up the flat of Patrick’s belly.
“No! Stop!” Patrick shouted the command for Coco, but it was his neighbor who stopped in his tracks.
Glenn frowned. “Are you sure everything is all right?”
“Uh, yeah.” Patrick had swatted Coco’s hands away. “I didn’t mean to snap.” He smiled.
Coco carefully repositioned herself while still sheltered by the bush.
“What are you doing on the ground?” Glenn asked suspiciously.
“Well, I, uh…well, I…”
Smiling wickedly, Coco slowly brought Patrick’s exposed sex into her mouth.
Patrick’s eyes grew wide.
“You what, Mr. Holloway?” Glenn took another tentative step and was now in the middle of the street. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
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