by Davis,Lexie
“I’ve got to go.” I pointed towards the steps, turning to see everyone stare at me. They quickly averted their eyes when Mr. Mysterious turned, but they were intent on finding out who I was.
“I’ll walk you out.” He threw the file on the desk as I took off ahead of him.
Maybe I’d leave before he could reach me. I mean, it’d look stupid if he chased me down the steps, right? Wouldn’t want to cause a scene. But his long strides kept him by my side, and I felt his nearness as if he were touching me. Quite frankly I liked him being near me.
“Elevator’s this way.” He ushered me to the elevator with a hand at the small of my back.
Damn if I didn’t feel the heat from his body, as I recognised his touch. My mind entertained the thought of taking him in the elevator, letting him fuck my brains out, but duty won over pleasure.
We stepped inside and the doors slid shut. “My flowers are wilting in my illegally parked car. I don’t have time to chat with you.”
“I was just going to say hello.” He gave me his best smile, one that showed all his perfect teeth and played out the charm I was growing to adore. “So bartending and flower delivering. Any other jobs I don’t know about?”
“I only deliver my aunt’s flowers because she’s shorthanded and not too many people can put up with her. Bartending is my real job. It’s what I do best.” I don’t know why I said that but the words flew from my mouth in a rush.
“Oh, I don’t know about that. I can think of a few other things you do better than simply pouring drinks.” The elevator door dinged and slid apart. He pushed me into the lobby, towards the front doors, maintaining our silence again. Everyone stared as if I was being arrested, and taken the opposite way from the county jail.
Finally outside, we made it to my car, in which I had left all the windows rolled down and the flowers still looked intact. He grabbed my arm, turning my body towards his and pressing my back into the car. I should have been scared. I should have kneed him in the crotch for manhandling me like that, but it only aroused more excitement. My blood was nearly boiling from his touch alone, a temperature change that had nothing at all to do with the weather. I suddenly wanted him to kiss me.
“Tell me your name.” His lips hovered over mine, mere millimetres away. If I swayed the slightest bit, they’d touch.
“Tell me yours,” I retorted.
A lip lifted slightly, either in annoyance or amusement—I couldn’t tell. “Detective Cameron O’Donnell.”
I licked my lips, debating. A one-night stand wasn’t about emotions, or a relationship. It wasn’t about names or favourite things either. All those things complicated life, and I didn’t need my life complicated anymore.
I chuckled. “Right. Call me Flower Girl.”
He narrowed his eyes before leaning down to take my lower lip between his teeth. I wanted a kiss and he was driving me insane. I wanted to feel his tongue in my mouth, his lips on mine. I wanted to taste him, take him as I craved him. The damn air felt a hundred degrees, and sweat coated every inch of my skin. All the while, Detective Cameron O’Donnell nibbled at my lower lip.
“You are one bad girl,” he said, pulling away. “Fine. Be that way. Don’t tell me your name, because I don’t want to know.”
I stood, open-mouthed and dazed. “What kind of half-assed kiss was that?”
He grinned. “One that is equivalent to your half-assed answer.” He stepped away a few paces, pointing to the flowers in the back. “Your flowers are starting to wilt. I’d suggest you get them delivered.”
He walked backward towards the building, watching me. Finally I narrowed my eyes and flipped him the bird, then scoffed to cover up a grin. I always had the upper hand in my relationships. The men never did. What the hell was wrong with me?
I climbed into the car to finish my route. With luck, I’d make it there in time. With luck, I wouldn’t kill every flower in my car, thinking about the man who drove me crazy.
* * * *
Home was a great idea. Sleep was even better. But the clock on my stove said I had exactly two hours to get ready for my job at the bar and another eight hours before I’d get any sleep. I was hot, sticky and sweaty. I needed a shower above all else and maybe some food. Food was really good, since I’d skipped lunch due to the hot weather and no air conditioning thing. I’d spent nearly all day driving around town, and for what? I didn’t want to think about that. Aunt Greta had helped me more than I could say and I willingly returned the favour.
I trudged down the hall to my bathroom, stripping my jeans and tee as I went. My bra clung to my breasts and my panties were soaked, and not in a good way. I felt nasty and dirty and I stank as well. A nice shower would wash all that away.
I slipped into the stall naked and flipped the spray on. Thank God I didn’t have to do deliveries every day. It had originally been just Fridays, but I’d needed my rest for the club that night so Aunt Greta let me change the schedule. Now I worked Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays for a couple hours each day until all the deliveries are out.
I washed my hair, washed my body and stood there for a full ten minutes, letting the cool water soak into my skin. After being hot all day, a cool shower felt nice. Afterwards, I got dressed in my uniform and headed to the club. I needed to speak with Tony before he left and see what he thought about my suggestions for the bar space in the renovation plans. Hopefully he’d make stuff more convenient instead of cluttered as it was now.
I found Tony sitting behind his small desk, chin propped on a finger as he stared at the computer screen. He didn’t see me at first, and I probably should have knocked, but didn’t think about it.
“Mia, what a lovely surprise. What are you doing here?” He gave me his full attention, turning towards me in his chair.
“I was just wondering if you thought about my plans for the new bar area?” I bit the inside of my cheek. He’d been planning to renovate this place, starting with the bar and backstage areas since they were the most run-down.
“Ah, well, I’ve been busy.” He leaned forward, reaching out to touch my hand. “But I’m pretty sure you can convince me to do whatever the hell you want with the right treatment.”
I’d figured it would come to this. He pulled me to him, situating my body between his and the desk. He had the dancers come in all the time and lock the door behind them. Why would I be any different?
His hands slid up my thighs to my hips, finally pulling my shirt free from the confinements of my pants. He pressed his mouth to my belly, right below my navel, breathing me in.
After the day I’d had, I really didn’t want some guy’s paws all over me. Honestly. But I had been aroused nearly all day, and Tony taking the edge off might prove to give me a chance at a half-decent night. I knew the detective wouldn’t be here to finish what he started. So giving myself permission to let Tony finish it, I consented, running my fingers through his hair in encouragement.
“Strip,” he commanded, pushing a button on the wall to dim the lights and play a slow sexy beat.
“I don’t dance.”
His eyes met mine in challenge. I tilted my head, going for the shy look, teasing him with fake innocence. I had the cute school-girl grin and twirled a piece of my dark blonde hair around my finger. He liked what I was doing, the front of his pants showing the rigid outline of his stiff dick. He’d probably fucked every girl in the club at least once, yet had never managed to get his grubby paws on me.
“If I do, you’ll do my ideas for the renovation?”
“I said I’d do anything you wanted with the right treatment. The ball’s in your court now, sugar.”
I undid the buttons on my shirt, feeling ridiculous that I was actually stripping like one of his prized show girls. I deal drinks to the customers, not entertain and hump them. I slid the white fabric from my shoulders, revealing a simple white bra underneath. Nothing too sexy since you could see straight through my uniform shirt, but not something a grandma would wear either. From the
look on his face, Tony liked it.
My hands went to the clasp in the middle of my back and popped it free, releasing my breasts from the restrictive cups. Tony licked his lips, squirming in his seat as he watched my every move. His eyes had not once left my body, not even to meet my eyes.
“You have great tits, sugar. I should have hired you as a dancer instead of a bartender. I’d bring in more revenue for sure.”
I held back a groan. As long as he stayed quiet, I could do this. When he opened his mouth, it became a whole other situation. My pants were next, and then I stood in my silky teal thong. He evidently couldn’t wait any longer and reached out to touch my hip, drawing me closer to him.
“I can smell you from here. You’re wet, aren’t you, baby? You’re wet and hungry for my cock.” His finger slid beneath the fabric, inching between my wet folds. “Oh, yeah. My cock’s going to love your sweet pussy. Probably just as much as my tongue.”
He shifted me until I was propped up on his desk. His blunt, thick fingers slid my panties from my hips, stopping them at my knees. “Open your legs.”
I did as instructed, my legs being held with the restrictive panties at my knees. It felt sort of like kinky bondage. He pulled my ass cheeks apart, sliding a finger in the crease until he found the tiny little hole. He groaned, rubbing back and forth gently before bending over and blowing against my swollen folds.
I never realised this man knew how to tease. He did it again and again, creating more moisture for his liking. He dipped his finger in the honey warmth, sliding the lubricating fluids to my asshole and began to gently probe. I must have cried out because he did it again and again, going deeper each time until he buried himself, knuckles deep within my back entrance.
“I promise to make it good for you this time, sugar. Real good.” He bent forward and swiped his tongue across my swollen labia. His tongue dipped and swirled within me, bringing the high closer and closer to the surface. He sucked my clit without mercy, drawing a strangled cry from my lips as my legs began to shake from this position and the need.
He continued to give me pleasure with his finger and tongue, keeping me on the edge but never pushing me over. And oh, how I wanted to go over.
“Please, Tony. Please…” He withdrew completely and I stared down at him in abandon.
“Please what? You want my cock?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to fuck you hard?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Are you going to come, or wait until I say?”
“Wait, oh, god, fill me. Please…”
He stood with deft motions and slid his zipper down until his cock sprang free. He pulled my panties away, freeing my legs so I could open to him.
“No.” He shook his head, bending my legs at the knees and tucking them against my chest. “Hold your legs like this.”
He dug in a drawer and pulled out a condom. In a smooth, practiced motion, he rolled it on. He stroked my clit a few more times before grabbing himself and plunging in, balls-deep. I wanted to scream. Maybe I did. Tony wasn’t as big as Cameron, but he damn well satisfied the ache I’d been feeling all day from the arousal Cameron had started. I didn’t come but was damn well close to it.
“Damn,” Tony said, thrusting hard and quick. Sweat dotted his upper lip as the sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room. “If I knew it’d be like this, I would have fucked you a long time ago, sugar. Your pussy is so sweet.”
A few more thrusts and finally he put his finger to my clit. “Come, sugar. Squeeze me hard.”
It was all the encouragement I needed. My body rippled around him in a rolling wave that had him stopping and closing his eyes to keep his control. I didn’t care. My legs slipped free from my grasp as I gripped the desk for balance.
“Shit, you know how to test a man’s control.” He pulled out of me, then grabbed my hand, giving me no time to recover and turned me around. “Bend over and grab your ankles.”
I did, knowing how great that orgasm was, and greedy for more. He thrust in, even harder this time, his balls slapping against my sensitive clit. He held my hips and used all his power to pound himself into me. I couldn’t hold back the building climax. Right on the heels of my first one came the urge to come again; only this time, Tony didn’t give me permission and squeezed my hips tight as he poured his hot cum into me.
I felt breathless as all my blood rushed to my head. Tony pulled out and picked me up, situating me back on his desk. His fingers found my clit, pinching and stroking until I cried out a long pleasurable cry of ecstasy.
“Definitely worth the fucking renovations you want, sugar. Definitely worth it.”
Sometime later, I found myself working behind the bar, listening to the garbage the dancers told the men in order to get their money. I hated that my mind drifted to Cameron. All throughout the night, I secretly wondered if he’d come in and I’d lead him back to private room four where we could have our way with each other. It was crazy how bad I wanted him, and stupid for me to think I missed him. I didn’t even know the man, but he had given me some of the best damn sex I’d ever had, even counting the few hours ago when I’d fucked my boss. It’d been good, but it wasn’t Cameron.
“You look tired.” Charlie met up with me at the draft hose, waiting while I filled two mugs.
“I am. I spent all day delivering flowers for my aunt. I haven’t had any sleep.” I yawned as if to confirm my assertions.
“Why don’t you go home early? I can manage the bar since it’s only Tuesday. It won’t be that big of a deal.”
I smiled, grabbing my two mugs. “Thanks. I might take you up on that.”
Two more hours passed and I considered propping my eyes open with toothpicks. I slumped against the bar and rested my aching head and tired eyes. Charlie came up behind me, rubbing the stiffness from my shoulders with gentle circular motions.
“Go home, Mia. I’m going to call you a cab seeing as you’re not fit to drive.”
“I’m fine. I just need to rest my eyes for a moment.” I waved him off without raising my head to look at him.
“Well, well, well.” A familiar voice sounded louder than an alarm, raising my head quicker than a bolt of lightning. Detective Cameron O’Donnell sat across from me, staring at Charlie, who glared back. “Did I hear your name is Mia?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not in the mood to deal with pricks.”
“Too bad.” He smiled, melting what was left of my resistance. “Did your flowers wilt before you got them to their designated areas?”
Charlie stepped away, tending to a customer and leaving the two of us alone.
“Look, I’ve had a hell of a day, and I’m tired. I feel like shit and all I want right now is a warm bath and cosy bed. If you want something, spit it out or leave me alone.”
“I thought what I wanted was obvious.” A subtle hint if I ever heard one.
I shook my head. “Charlie, are you sure you can man the bar alone?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I’m leaving. Good night.” I turned back to Cameron. “Don’t even think about coming with me.”
I went to the back, grabbed my belongings and walked through the main area, seeing Cameron by the door, waiting. I’d known it’d been too easy, and if he wasn’t a cop, I’d call them. Stalker was written all over his behaviour, but not in his eyes. Desire claimed those and nothing could replace it.
“Please, just leave me alone,” I whined.
“Why? So some pervert can knock you out or feel you up in the parking lot? I don’t think so. Plus, I wanted to talk to you.” He slid his hand to my back as we walked towards our cars. Coincidently he’d parked his blue town car next to my rinky-dink Mazda. “Will you have lunch with me tomorrow at Belshire Café across from the station?”
If I had the energy, I would have rolled my eyes. “I’m not dating you just because we had sex.”
“It’s not personal. It’s…business.” He didn’t look too sure, therefor
e leaving me unconvinced.
“Right. No, I don’t think so.” I turned, grabbing my keys from my pocket and unlocked the door.
“Come on, Mia. I swear I’ll leave you alone if you meet with me tomorrow.” His hand brushed against my arm, giving me that warm feeling again.
“You’d better hold up your end of the bargain. Lunch at twelve. If you’re late, I’m leaving.” I climbed in the car and drove away. Damn what the man did to me.
One Night Only
Chapter Three
I hadn’t be able to sleep at all through the night and had dragged my body around all morning, anticipating what Cameron wanted to see me for. He’d said it was business, but didn’t most men when all they wanted to do was get laid? I shook my thoughts away, opening the door to the designated café.
Cameron sat with his cell phone to his ear, the cliché cop face in place. I stood for a second watching him without his knowing, playing out a secret bondage fantasy involving his handcuffs and a whole lot of teasing. The man looked delicious sitting in his suit—minus the jacket again. I was beginning to wonder if he even owned a suit jacket.
“Excuse me, miss,” an elderly gentleman said. I hadn’t realised I was blocking the door while my lustful body travelled down Memory Lane, on the way to Fantasyland.
I gave him a coy smile, then made my way to Cameron’s table. When he saw me, he smiled and motioned for me to sit in front of him. He rolled his eyes at the person on the phone and finally told them he’d call them back.
“You look lovely. Did you dream about me last night?” He grinned, so full of himself.
I wanted to play, but my curiosity got the best of me. “Cut to the chase. Why do you want to talk to me?”
Cameron’s face turned from the happy-go-lucky guy to the hard-faced cop. “How long have you been working for Antonio Trevino?”
Alarms shot off in my head. “How is that any business of yours?”
“Just answer the damn question, Mia.”