His groans escalate with every deep claim of my mouth until he’s erupting inside of it, crowding it with the salty, sweet taste of him.
My hand sails down his ass to the back of his shapely thigh as I swallow every last droplet of his excitement.
Cradling my head, his other arm envelops my waist. He lifts me effortlessly and lays my body back onto the bed. Upon yanking me to him and spreading my legs wide, his mouth feathers along the inside of one from my knee to the apex of my thigh.
I gaze downward, watching his handsome face. The messy front of his hair is just long enough for me to grasp, and the bump at the bridge of his nose is within plain view.
The only thing missing from sight are his dimples, but he’s no-nonsense right now as his tongue finally meets my clit.
He groans and flashes his hazel eyes up at me as I lightly pull his hair, bringing him closer to where I desire his mouth the most.
Shamelessly, I shove against him and whimper. A growl floods my ears like a crack of a whip. It’s electrifying, only fueling the pleasure he bestows.
His eyelids lift frequently to gaze at me. I’m swallowed up by his unexpected attentiveness. It’s as if he’s experiencing this for the first time–not only with me, and doesn’t want to miss a moment of my reaction.
As my eyes become heavy, my moans are echoes to his swirls of delight along my pussy, his tongue a token of appreciation for what I did for him.
It becomes a treasure as he spurs me into an oblivion. I’m smothered with a loss of breath from the ecstasy and the array of colors swirling before me.
He rises to his knees between my legs, and once I open my eyes, I see he’s erect again, his thick cock resting against his rippled abs. Swiping the condom from the bed, he tears it open with his teeth.
“The sounds you make … holy fuck, beautiful.”
I display a smile as he rolls the condom on. His gaze never leaves mine, his eyes seeping with desire. Falling over, he presses his hands into the mattress at each side of my head. I reach down and slip him into me.
He clenches his eyes shut and stills a moment.
“I could die right here … and be a happy man.” His words escape choppy and arduously.
“I’m happy you’re happy.” I grip his sculpted shoulders and bring him down onto me. “Now, fuck me.”
He looks surprised as he rests on his forearms. A smile curves from his mouth, and he eyes mine.
Kiss me.
His lips parade along my jaw to my ear. He sucks the lobe into his mouth as he begins to move inside me. It’s heavenly, and I would be a happy person, too, if I succumbed to death at this moment, even without his mouth on mine.
Hands navigate to my hair, and he begins to move faster, fucking me vigorously. He pulls me downward, meeting his thrusts.
The friction of our bodies make them slick with sweat, and it only feeds my excitement and adds to how close I physically feel to him.
This means more to me than a good fuck. He means more to me. I fear I won’t want any other man touching me after this, and it scares me because I don’t know if he will feel the same about me.
Zev pushes my breast up for him to suck. His speed slows, and I believe he wants me to come again first. He’s pulling my nipple outward and letting it pop free. He does this over and over, the sting bringing me close to the edge.
Shifting his hand to around my waist, he lifts my hips, and the change has me coming apart. The rake of his cock against the top of my pussy leads me to a spine-tingling orgasm. He’s skilled, and I don’t dwell on how he learned that trick.
Letting me go, he grips my headboard and plunges deeper and faster into me until he’s coming, too. He falls onto me and buries his face in my neck. Skimming my fingers along his shapely back, we attempt to slow our breathing. That was by far the best sex of my life.
With our bodies on fire, Zev rolls off of me. We lie quietly, only our harsh breaths making noise, and I can’t help but ponder what he’s thinking. I pray he doesn’t leave me alone tonight.
Zev
“Beer or bourbon?” Tara asks. We’ve been doing that thing called talking again for at least an hour.
“Bourbon.”
Tara smacks my chest with her hand. She’s on her side, facing me in her bed. “You football traitor.”
“OK, you’re right. I do love beer during football season.” I grin down at her, and she looks away bashfully.
“Why do you do that every time I smile at you?”
“I’ll tell you, but then I’ll have to kill you.”
“That bad, huh?”
“I love your dimples, and although I want to look at them longer, the way I feel about them embarrasses me.”
Now, I’m looking away. “I don’t have dimples.”
Swiftly straddling me, Tara pokes her fingers into my cheeks. “Oh, you most certainly do.” Grabbing her hands, I kiss one of them. She’s so damn sweet and fun, and her perky tits resting above me make the moment even better.
She’s for sure too good for me, and I’m taking total advantage of her kindness. This will come to an end eventually. It’s all I deserve for myself. I’m a douchebag when it comes to women.
“OK, sunrises or sunsets?” she asks.
My forehead scrunches. “I’ve never thought about it. I can’t remember the last time I was sitting outdoors to notice either. I’m usually going to sleep about the time the sun rises, and I’m working by the time it sets.”
“Oh, we have to remedy that.”
“Books or movies?” I ask.
“That’s a tough one. I love both. Which one do you pick?”
“Movies.”
“OK, New Jersey or Las Vegas?”
“Now, you’re asking a tough one. I couldn’t choose. How about you?”
“I’ve never been to Jersey, but I’ve spent a lot of time in Maine and New Hampshire. If I had to guess, it would still be Las Vegas. I met you here.”
Tara’s pelvis shifts, hips rocking forward and back, and her tits bounce lightly. My dick aches beneath her as her gaze changes from sweet to alluring.
“Condom,” I manage to say as I take in the sensual sight of her. Stretching over, she rummages through her nightstand.
“Found one. It’s ancient but can still do the job. Much like you, old man.” She’s giggling before the last words are out. I swipe the condom from her.
“I’m not old, and I’m going to give it to you hard to show you.” Grabbing her waist, I lift her and put her flat on her back at the end of her bed.
She’s giving another heart-stirring grin, giggling still, and I’m overcome with emotion. It’s stressful and amazing all at the same time. I don’t know what it is, but I think I like it more than I fear it.
Tara
Sitting at my kitchen table, I eat a mixed salad and grin between every bite. That wasn’t the case when I awoke alone this morning. I was hurt and furious with Zev.
Then, around ten-thirty a knock at the door fixed everything. A flower delivery man stood before me with a bouquet of daisies. After graciously accepting them, I pulled free the tucked away card.
Daisy,
I apologize for leaving. I needed to close up the clubs at Submission. I enjoyed “hanging out” with you, but the foreplay was definitely lacking this visit. Maybe we need to try again next weekend.
Zev
I couldn’t believe he had someone write that on a card. Silly man. Needless to say, the smile has not vacated my cheeks. My phone rings, so I swipe it off the counter.
“Hi,” I say.
“Tara, how are you?” Victoria asks.
“I’m great. How are you?”
“Hmm … you’re always chipper, but you sound extra happy today.”
“Zev was here last night, and he’s already sent me flowers today.”
“What are you going to do about working in the lounge?”
“Can’t you be happy for me for one minute before you bring up the negatives?”
“How do you know I’ll get hurt?”
“Um, I don’t know.”
“Why do I think you do know something?”
“I’m only being a concerned friend, Tara. Speaking of which, do you want to get manicures today? My treat.”
I swirl my fork in my salad as I think about my day.
“Oh, I can’t. I’m working at Submission tonight, and Marcy and I are supposed to go out for drinks after.”
“Uh, isn’t Marcy a server in Royal?”
“Yes, do you know her?”
“Tara, you need to cancel.”
“Why?”
“I can’t tell you why, but you absolutely need to make up something to cancel.”
“Is this official police business again?”
“Something like that.”
Frustrated, I let out a heavy sigh. “OK. I’ve been trying not to be nosy, but this is perplexing, especially when you’re concerned about Zev and me spending time together.”
“I need you to trust me.” Victoria sounds a bit anxious, and this cop behavior of hers is beginning to get on my nerves. I want to know who she’s investigating.
“Fine, I’ll cancel.” I make the irritation in my voice known.
“Thank you, and let’s get together soon.”
“Next week should work.”
“I’ll see you at the lounge tonight, too. You’re doing great not blowing my cover.”
“Sure, see ya.” As I hang up the phone, I’m exhibiting the first frown since receiving my flowers. Who is she investigating? I think back to our various conversations and the ones I’ve had with Zev. Then, the talk I had with Adrian pops into my head.
Could she be investigating Noah Sanders? I mean, she dates Adrian, and he even personally told me to stay away from the guy. Zev is adamant I do, too. I will have to watch to see if I pick up on that tonight when she plays in Royal.
Chapter Twenty-One
Victoria
It’s evident from the noise that the Royal lounge is busy tonight, so I inhale a deep, relaxing breath as I step through the door. It’s a Sunday. Don’t any of these men spend time with family?
I’ve avoided coming here for a few days to lighten Adrian’s frustrations a little. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to get back here if I’m going to build any sort of relationship with Noah.
Thankfully, Sanders is not a holy man, and he’s here tonight. The guy must never spend time at home. He’s either making drug deals, going to college, abusing and fucking women, or gambling. That can’t leave time for much else.
I have to find a way to take him down. Things are getting extremely complicated, so it needs to happen speedily. Sadie is now dating Simon.
I wasn’t too worried about it lasting until I found out from Adrian that she’s in New Jersey meeting his mother. That means Simon is serious about her.
Then, to make matters worse, Tara is hitting things off with Zev. Although, if that lasts I will be shocked. I don’t see him opening up to any woman.
Adrian says he’s extremely bitter and closed off. I was shocked he shared as much as he did with me about Sonny.
Regardless, I can’t sit by and watch the guys be sent to prison. I also don’t want to witness the hurt it would cause the women in their lives.
Perfect. Noah is sitting at the bar, likely waiting for the games to begin, so I take the stool next to him.
“Good evening, Noah.”
Turning his head, he takes in the sight of me.
“The queen returns.” He sucks a piece of ice into his mouth from his almost empty glass and chews it up.
“Hmm … I don’t have a castle yet, but I’m working on it.”
He stares directly into my eyes, and I want to look away. His are so light grey, they’re hard to read at times. It’s as if they’re a prop, lifeless and void of emotion.
“Maybe you need a king to help you.”
He’s right. I do need my king, but he sure as hell is not that man.
“Maybe I only need soldiers.”
He smirks. “Vicky, you intrigue me more every time we speak. Tonight is the night I beat you at the table. I hope you’re ready.”
“Let’s make our own wager. If you win, I will serve you a drink at my condo. Maybe then we can discuss what we do in our spare time.”
Shit, that might be taken the wrong way.
Noah rubs his chin and boasts a cocky grin.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re hitting on me, Ms. Stuart.”
Stepping off my stool, I pat his back. “Mmm, good thing you know better.”
“What if you win?” he asks.
“You can take me to dinner.”
“That doesn’t sound like a fair trade.”
“Then you better win,” I whisper in his ear before I slip away.
Lord, Adrian could’ve never survived hearing that conversation, and I pray he didn’t see that play out on the cameras.
***
I’m exhausted as I ride home at midnight. It’s going to be hard to drag myself out of bed in the morning for my day job, but I have a meeting at eight a.m. Thankfully, I can split after that since I’m putting hours of detective work in at night.
I think about calling Adrian, but he’s probably sleeping by now. Once I’ve put in the code to the gate at the condo community, I pull through and find a parking space.
It’s dark and quiet as I climb out. The only sound is coming from my heels as they strike the pavement.
Once inside, I drop my purse to the floor. A light comes on, and I throw my hand to my chest.
“Adrian, what are you doing here?”
“Do you think you’re the only one who would have a goddamn key to this place?” He’s in a chair next to a table, and his eyes are as dark as the night sky.
I can see a hint of color glimmering in them from the lights of the Vegas Strip, but it sure isn’t from his light mood.
I’ve only seen this look in Adrian’s eyes one other time, and it was when I told him about the drug dealer I stripped down in front of and almost did a line of coke with.
“What’s wrong?”
“Do you honestly need to ask me that?” His fists are clenched as he stands and stalks toward me.
I look to the ground. “I’m guessing you saw the cameras.”
“Damn straight I saw the cameras.” One of his hands shove up into my hair, and he jerks my head back, exposing my throat. “I don’t know what sort of agreement you thought we had going into this, but I sure as hell didn’t agree to what I watched tonight.” His open mouth grazes the thin skin along my throat.
“Adrian, it’s my job—”
“Like hell it is! There are other ways.” His shadowy eyes pierce me as his hand lifts the skirt of my silky dress, revealing all of my thigh. “This outfit is too fucking sexy, and you can practically see right through it.”
Letting my hair go, he grabs my breast and begins kneading it ardently. I know this Adrian all too well. He’s planning to “claim what’s his” since he believes I need reminding.
“Your tits are practically falling out for the world to see. Every man in the Royal lounge got to view them.”
“Adrian, you’re being—”
“Don’t speak! You need to rein in your seductive behavior immediately. I saw the way you looked at Noah and whispered in his ear. Act or not, I can’t take it. You fucking know that.”
Fingers latch onto the top of my thong before Adrian rips it off. I heave for air, caught off-guard by his aggressive behavior.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think until after it happened.” His fingers drift between my thighs and skim my delicate flesh. Tauntingly, he pushes them into me.
His forehead presses to mine, his breathing erratic and taxing. “No, you obviously didn’t think. I believe you need a punishment for being reckless with someone besides me. You’re fucking wet as ever. You like it when I
’m rough. Say it.”
“I like it when you’re rough with me.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull the back of his hair and kiss him.
Our tongues faintly twirl, and the ferocious sexual tension between us is almost excruciating as his fingers work in and out of me, making a sound from all the juices my arousal is creating.
“Holy fuck, I need to take you right here, right now.”
Upon undoing his belt, he yanks down his dress pants and boxers. My arms are jerked free from around his neck before he wraps his strong hand around my wrists. They’re placed above my head, and I’m picked up and propelled against the closed door.
He’s going to use me to rid himself of the haunting jealousy. Voracious brown eyes are consumed with it as his engorged cock thrusts into me. Fingers from his free hand dig into my ass cheek, and god, I need a release as bad as he does.
“You’re–fucking–mine–Victoria.” My head slams against the door, and I arch to give him room to go deeper. Clutching my ass, he slams into me violently over and over again.
My arms are pinned above me, and my head and back continue to pound forcefully against the door, but I don’t care.
Like the other times, it’s thrilling to give him control and become imprisoned by his unrestrained desire. I surrender to his carnal needs until our erotic longing drives us to the moment of ecstasy.
Roaring through his orgasm, he pushes me firmly against the door, his body sizzling and flush against mine. The air is rushing in and out of our lungs, the sound crashing against the silence of the night.
Slowly letting my wrists go, it’s then I realize how tightly he’d been holding them. His lips tenderly press to my neck, his forehead damp against it.
We couldn’t be more intimate, and he shouldn’t fear that I would ever want to share this with anyone other than him.
Allowing my body to slide downward, his erection slips from me. As he pulls up his pants, I squeeze around him and head to the bathroom.
Once I’ve cleaned and straightened myself up, I exit and discover Adrian in my bed. “I take it you’re staying?”
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