Just what she needed. A reason for them to all get thrown out of the bar.
By the time the third round of drinks were served, Na’arah was more than ready to leave. On the pretense of participating in one of the party games—she was supposed to bring back some guy’s number and condoms from the restroom—she sought refuge in the relative quiet of the corridor between the restrooms and the rear exit for the bar.
She leaned against one wall, closed her eyes and heaved a sigh. The air was much cooler back here and she could at least breathe without some raunchy comment being made. And she didn’t think she could listen to one more lewd word about Street from Vonda or Darla. Sweet daisies, those two were already planning a threesome with the unsuspecting bartender. Not that she blamed them, but she didn’t want to hear about it in drunken, uncensored detail.
Next time her sister asked her to hang out with her crazy group of friends, she was saying no. Na’arah blew out a breath. She wasn’t even in the wedding, for cryin’ out loud.
Uneven footsteps scraped across the tiled floor. So much for a moment of solitude. She better duck in the bathroom and grab a condom from the vending machine.
Chapter Two
Street rounded the corner and paused. His heart pounded a little harder and the hard-on he’d sported most of the night came roaring to life. Oh yeah, tonight must be his night if Na’arah was standing next to his office alone.
He limped closer, the sweet, intoxicating scent of her perfume beckoning as easily as her sultry pose.
She probably had no idea of the alluring picture she presented. Eyes closed, full lips parted as if waiting for a lover’s kiss and one shapely leg bent so her heel rested on the wall behind her. That position also allowed the skirt of her dress to rise a little higher on her thighs. Tonight was definitely his night.
He stopped in front of her and still she hadn’t moved. This close, and the heat of her body wrapped around his. Resisting the urge to mold his body into the temptation of her soft front he leaned closer, resting a hand near her head and dragging her scent deep into his lungs.
“Not liking the party?” he murmured.
She snapped open her eyes, a small gasp accompanied the quick rise and fall of her lovely breasts. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and he stifled a groan. What he wouldn’t give to feel her mouth on his, or anywhere else on his body, for that matter.
“Not particularly, but they’re not my friends,” she answered. She straightened, her breasts brushing his chest, but he didn’t move.
She merely arched a brow and he smiled. So she didn’t seem to mind that he was invading her space. How far could he test her limits?
“So why are you the designated driver?” He leaned closer... His thighs brushed hers and sent a jolt of longing through his system.
“My sister.” Na’arah lifted an arm and rested her hand on his chest. “I owed her a favor.”
He savored the warmth of her palm. He could imagine the way her hands would feel sliding over his skin, trailing down his stomach and closing around his erection. “I’m glad you did.” He swept a lock of her hair from her shoulder, pleased at the silkiness of the strands.
Desire flared in her irises. Maybe she wasn’t as unaffected as he thought.
“So what would your girlfriend say if she saw us right now?
“Nothing. I don’t have one.”
Her shoulders sagged.
So she’d been worried about his relationship status. Interesting. “Should I be worried about some pesky boyfriend?”
She shook her head and looked away.
He tucked a curl behind her ear, before trailing a finger along her jaw until it rested beneath her chin. Slowly, he tilted her head until she once more met his gaze.
“You still have the most amazing eyes. I always remembered that about you.”
“I can’t believe you noticed my eyes.”
“That’s not the only thing I noticed.” He shifted until his knee slid between her thighs. He longed to explore her heat. Closer still and he had her effectively trapped between his body and the wall.
Not a bad place to be at the moment, but he could think of one better.
“And you forgot my name.”
Chagrin coursed through him.
“Why did you stop coming?” A hint of hurt clung to her voice. “Did I do something you didn’t like?
Damn, she didn’t waste words and strangely, he found her candor arousing. He could do no else than be truthful. “Because I’m attracted to you.”
Her gaze flew to his then dropped away. A smirk twitched the corners of his mouth. He’d surprised her with his admission.
“Nothing to say?”
“Prove it.”
He dropped his gaze to her mouth. She had the sexiest lips he’d seen in a long time. This close to her, he had to know how she tasted. He traced the outline of her lips and gasped in pleasure when she flicked her tongue over the tip of his finger.
His cock twitched in jealousy.
Street followed the neckline of her dress with a careful finger. Her skin was satiny smooth and he could spend all night exploring her softness. He lowered his head. She parted her lips in a silent invitation. He wanted to keep the kiss soft, a simple seduction of teasing caresses, but the first spicy taste of her touched off a need he simply couldn’t ignore.
Her lips, warm and pliant, were like an exotic treat. He feasted on her mouth, nibbling from corner to corner, sweeping his tongue along the fullness of her lower lip, before gently biting the plump offering. She moaned and he deepened the kiss, luxuriating in the soft texture of her mouth. She tasted of tart cranberry and a sweetness all her own.
Street gathered her close while she clutched his shirt in her hands. This wasn’t some fumbling first time kiss, this held all the confidence of man very much in want of a woman.
When Na’arah leaned forward, he pressed her back to the wall. His hands and mouth took what they wanted. Never in his life had he experienced such wild abandon. Every cell in his body pulsed and yearned for more. He needed to overwhelm his senses with her. He freed one smooth globe from her dress, and she moaned as he palmed the gentle weight in his hand.
Perfect. She fit absolutely perfect in his hand. He circled the puckered peak with his thumb, enjoying her stuttered breath against his cheek.
A sharp bark of laughter sliced through his lust fogged mind. She flattened her palms against his chest and made a feeble attempt to push him away. “Wait. We...” She bit back a sigh when he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
He nudged her legs apart and stood between them.
“Someone could see.”
He lifted his head just enough to peer into her face, and flashed a wicked grin. “Yeah.” What he wanted to do would be better done in private. He fumbled with the door to her left. “You’re right.” He claimed her mouth again and maneuvered her into the darkened office.
She was just so willing, yielding to the demands of his kiss. Her lips were so delicious and intoxicating, he couldn’t get enough of them. He deepened the kiss and welcomed the joining of their tongues, but he had to have more.
Street shoved her skirt to her waist as he sought her pussy lips. He trailed his fingers along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he swallowed her gasp of surprise. She widened her stance to allow him access to her all secrets.
His fingers stroked damp lace and her scent rose to greet him, decadent and lush like an exotic bloom. She whimpered and thrust against his hand.
He pushed the thin barrier aside and plunged two fingers into her slick heat. His cock twitched as if to say it wanted to experience her creamy goodness, too. She rewarded him with a moan and wound her arms around his neck. Never in his wildest dreams had he believed lust could be so hot, so wanton. He ached and throbbed to possess her, to brand her as his own.
Impatience won. He grasped her panties, snapped the skimpy material from her body and dropped it to the floor. Her eyes fluttered open and a sly smil
e teased her kiss-swollen lips.
“I’d have taken them off.”
“My way was faster.” He dropped to his knees and shoved her legs wider. For a moment he admired her neatly trimmed pussy. The lips glistened with her juices and the musky perfume of her arousal made his mouth water.
Na’arah rested a hand on his shoulder while staring down at him, her eyes heavy with desire. He wanted to feel her hand on his skin. He paused long enough to whip off his shirt.
“Rue,” she said with a breathy groan.
He teased the inside of her thighs with light, sweeping kisses while he circled her clit with his thumb, teasing the tight bud with skillful strokes. A tremor shook her body as he inched closer to his prize. When he finally flicked his tongue across her delicate core, her nails bit into the hard muscle of his shoulder and he relished the small sting. He spread her labia with his thumbs, exposing her further to his oral exploration. He lapped at her essence and grasped her hips when she tried to wiggle away.
She rocked against his mouth and tongue, her soft moans punctuating the air. He moved her leg over his shoulder, giving him greater access, and dipped two fingers inside her dripping pussy. She was so wet and tight, he longed to have his cock mimicking the same ride as his fingers.
He tore his mouth from her nether lips and stared up at her. A dazed expression adorned her pretty face and he wanted to watch her climax again and again. He labored to his feet, hooking an arm around her waist and molding her to the length of his body.
He kissed her, sharing her unique flavor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed closer. Why couldn’t they be in his apartment, where they could be skin to skin? But there was something scintillating about her taut nipples teasing his bare chest.
“I want to be inside you. Na’arah,” he murmured.
“Yes.”
She fumbled with the button on his jeans and jerked down the zipper. He trembled as she freed his erection from his briefs and stroked his shaft up and down. Each caress along his shaft weakened his control. If he didn’t stop her now, there would be no later. He grabbed her hand. There wasn’t time for that, not if he wanted to satisfy her.
“Later, sweetheart.” He leaned on a corner of the desk, opened the top drawer and extracted a condom.
An appreciative smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she plucked the small foil square from his fingers.
Rip. Snap. Sigh. Street settled Na’arah on the edge of the desk and stood between her legs. He swept a hungry glance down her body. This was how he’d envisioned her. Dress shoved to her waist, thighs spread for his pleasure and her sweet vagina glistening with her juices, ready to receive him. He teased her pussy with the tip of his latex-clad penis, eliciting a moan. Slowly he entered her, enjoying the heat and tightness of her body.
Street leaned over and kissed her, keeping his pace languid. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles at the small of her back. Her fingernails scraped from his shoulder blades to his buttocks in a way that made him want to ride her harder, faster.
When she scratched him again, he groaned and grasped her hips, thrusting and grinding with a little more force. He was rewarded with a burst of her cream. Her pelvis rose to meet his, taking everything he demanded.
The slap of flesh on flesh mingled with the creak of the desk. Na’arah tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to the creaminess of her throat. He swirled his tongue against the pulse in her neck. This woman was just incredible.
She writhed beneath him, her breathless moan and soft cries spurring him on. He needed to watch her go over the edge, see the exact moment ecstasy claimed her.
He slid a hand between their bodies and pinched the half hidden bundle of nerves. She arched against him. Nothing escaped his scrutiny. He imprinted the way she bit her bottom lip, her dilated pupils and the brilliant jade of her eyes as they widened. Her lips parted and a passionate cry escaped her.
Na’arah was his. He caressed a kiss to her lips, swallowing the remainder of her shrieks. His orgasm started as a tingle. Rose from his toes, scorched his calves and singed his hamstrings before it exploded in fiery spurts. He was a slave to his climax, riding the wave as she continued to rock and move beneath him.
Gradually his thrusts slowed and he rested his forehead in the hollow of her shoulder. He feathered kisses over her jaw and finally her lips. She trailed her fingers up and down his spine. If he could stay locked within her embrace forever, it still wouldn’t be long enough.
“That was incredible,” she whispered.
“Indeed.”
Their heavy pants filled the silence until pounding reverberated on the door. Na’arah tensed beneath him. He twisted his head to make sure the door was locked.
“Street!”
“What!” Annoyance filled his voice. He wanted another chance at ravishing this woman.
“Some idiot is refusing to pay his tab!”
He sighed and she giggled.
“Did you hear me?”
“Yeah. Be out in a sec.”
“Duty calls,” she said. Mischief sparked in the depths of her hazel eyes.
“Sadly, yes.” He straightened and paused. A broken ring of latex ringed his limp penis. “The…um…condom broke.”
Na’arah sat up, tugging her bodice back into place. “What?”
He met her gaze. “I’m sorry. The condom broke.” He studied her. She looked like she’d been thoroughly loved. Hopefully her friends would be drunk enough not to notice her mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips.
A wave of tenderness swamped him, and for a moment he could imagine waking up to her every morning. But he remembered something else about Na’arah. She wanted a family. He frowned.
She placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed his lips. “Don’t look so perplexed, I’m on birth control. No worries.”
Her admission did nothing to ease the tension knotting his belly. If she didn’t have a boyfriend, why was she on birth control? He followed her movements as she hopped off the desk and tugged her skirt into place. Absently he righted his underwear and jeans. When he bent to retrieve his shirt, he scooped up her lacy g-string, too. He stuffed the underwear in his pocket and pulled the polo over his head.
“Is that some kind of memento?”
He grinned. “You could say that.”
She nodded.
“Street!” A masculine voice hollered from the other side of the door.
He stalked to the door and snatched it open. “Dammit! I said I’d take care of the customer in a minute.” He blocked the opening so the employee couldn’t see and prayed the other couldn’t hear Na’arah’s throaty giggle.
“Oh, Miles is sitting on that guy, but that group of ladies is looking for you. They want another round of drinks.”
Water gurgled behind him. Apparently she’d found his private bathroom. It was one of the first things he had installed when he took over the place.
“I’ll be out in a minute Beau; I’m just finishing up some paperwork.”
Beau nodded, a knowing grin on his face as he backed away. Street shook his head and closed the door. His manager was efficient, but nosy.
“I should get back to my table.”
Street faced her. Somehow she’d restored her appearance, her hair was a little tousled and her dress a bit rumpled, but it worked for her. He had to touch her. She turned her cheek into his palm when he brushed a lock of her hair away from her face.
“We’ve got to do this again.”
“A quickie in your office?” She chuckled. “At least you’re honest.”
He smirked. She had a sense of humor that was good. “Maybe we can grab dinner and a movie next time.”
“I’d like that.”
Before he could say anything else she slipped out the door. He stared after her. What the hell had just happened? He’d indulged his fantasy, asked her out and he was still anxious. Maybe because they were interrupted before he could fully exhaust hi
s appetite for her.
He shoved his hands in his pockets, the fingers of his right hand brushing lacy material. Yeah, that was it. He still wanted her.
When he arrived up front, he halted in his tracks. Well, dammit to hell with gasoline drawers. Na’arah was in the arms of another man. Damn Auggie.
Auggie, his uncle by marriage, always seemed to charm any woman who showed an interest. Obviously Na’arah was no different, preferring a whole man instead of a broken one.
Street clutched the underwear in his pocket. Jealousy didn’t sit well. A few wayward strands of messy brown hair flopped over Auggie’s forehead as he smiled down at the sexy woman in his arms. Street would have gladly punched him in his pearly white smile, if given a chance.
He caught Miles’ wave from the corner of his eye. If that’s the way she wanted to play this, then so be it.
Chapter Three
When Na’arah arrived home early the next morning she longed for a shower. Both Darla and Vonda spilled their drinks on her, so she reeked of watermelon and lemon liquor—not a great combination to wear for three hours. She stripped off her dress and draped it over a chair. The sexy little number was going to the cleaners first thing. Zee was so not getting her shoes back, especially after having to pry her little sister from some grabby jerk. And then the jerk had the nerve to get indignant. Oh yeah, Zee was not getting her shoes.
Well, the evening wasn’t a total bust.
A slow smile creased her lips. She had the most amazing sex she’d ever experienced in a very long time.
Na’arah kicked off her heels and plugged in her phone. The only worthwhile encounter to have come from her outing with Zee and her crazy friends?
Street.
God, the man had fueled every sexual fantasy of hers since he stretched on her massage table four months ago and to have had the real thing ... she wanted to do it again and again.
Raised, angry voices sliced through her reverie. She wandered to the window and edged the curtain far enough away to take in the street. Three men stood on the sidewalk, nearly beneath the streetlamp. All were tall and bulky, but only one held an expression of wide-eyed fear. She stared. There was something about his features. His eyes and mouth, distorted as they were, bothered her. She rubbed her eyes, cursing the late hour and her blurring contacts.
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