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  Alex turned to see who they were talking about. The crowd of men seemed to spread like the Red Sea to allow a tall, skinny blonde to strut through in six-inch heels. “Who’s Leslie Lynch?” she asked.

  “She’s an heiress to some oil and gas company,” Jen answered. “But rumor has it that she’s spent all her trust fund and is desperate to find a rich guy. Hence, her unwillingness to let Andrew go.”

  As far as Alex could see, no man in his right mind would want to give her up. The woman looked perfect. She should introduce the woman to Jack. They’d hit it off great. Made for each other. She snorted to herself.

  “She doesn’t deserve him. Nobody does,” Jen said. “He’s more sophisticated. Doesn’t need some slut like her hanging on his arm.”

  Alex was surprised at the vehemence in her new friend’s voice. Mr. Buff’s secretary really hated the chick. With the haughty expression on the rich woman’s face as she strolled through the men, she looked like a bitch.

  Their food arrived, and Alex dug in, hungry since she skipped lunch after meeting with Mr. Sholes about the tax forms and fraud. At that time, her stomach was too queasy to handle anything.

  When they finished, Alex sat back and moaned. “Nina, you were so right. I need to lounge to let so much food settle. It was so good.”

  “Only the best for this place,” Jen said. “That’s why I love coming here.”

  The lights dimmed, and dance music pounded out of the overhead speakers. Apparently, Come Again was a club as well as lounge, although the whips, chains, and cages that hung from the ceiling made her question what else went on here. She didn’t want to ask.

  Two men beelined for their table. “Oh,” Nina said, looking to Jen then her. “The guys are here.”

  “Guys?” Alex said. “What guys?”

  Jen brushed her hand through the air. “They are just brothers who ask us to dance whenever we’re here. They are nice, but no attraction on my part.”

  “Yeah,” Nina agreed. “No interest here, but they’re good guys.” She turned to Alex. “We’ll tell them we can’t dance tonight.”

  Alex huffed. “No, go dance. Don’t worry about me. I need to find a more comfy chair to relax in.” She patted her stomach, finding it the best excuse for escape. Her friends got up and met the men. She watched as each of the guys took her friend’s hand and lifted it to his lips, placing a kiss on the fingers. Alex sighed. It figured—she couldn’t find a man so polite while Nina and Jen didn’t want the ones they had. The brothers were cute, but she understood why there was no spark there.

  Feeling exposed as the only one at the table, Alex took a seat by the bar. She didn’t order her usual apple martini but instead went straight for the painkiller, Hennessey on the rocks.

  She downed the drink in a few gulps. She asked for a refill and turned in her seat to people-watch. The liquor went down smoothly; a sense of warmth enveloped her. She looked at the glass. That was some authentic good stuff. Tension slowly drained away.

  She licked her lips and took a slower sip of the second glass. Electricity shot through every nerve ending and pushed her to get on the floor and let loose. She resisted and remained seated. She loved dancing. Alex surveyed the couples on the small dance floor and swayed to the music in her seat.

  She glanced around the darkened space. A prickling sensation had her turning to look toward her left. Someone was watching her.

  Mr. Buff stood in a dark corner. When their stares collided, her temperature soared. He stared at her while he spoke to another man. God, he looked so big next to other man standing with his back to her. There was something familiar about the stranger. But that thought was quickly put aside as she checked out the rest of Mr. Buff.

  He had to be well over six feet tall, and his dark hair was messy, as though he’d been running his fingers through it. Unlike the other men in the place, he looked completely casual; he had no suit. Black slacks hugged what she knew were long, super-toned legs. His white shirt was opened at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to show off powerful forearms.

  She tightened her hand around the cold, sweaty glass and sucked the rest of the drink down, never taking her eyes off him. The music changed to one of her favorite slow songs. She watched him excuse himself from the other man and prowl toward her. Her stomach churned. She became hyperaware of his body the closer he got. He looked delicious and sinful.

  Her breath faltered. She watched him continue walking until he crowded her. In a sensual trance, she gasped as he branched his arms to either side of her. He moved forward, snaked his arms behind her on the bar, and caged her in. Moisture pooled in her slit, drenching her panties.

  A dangerous, giddy thrill raced up her spine. He lowered his face to within inches of hers. She had to tilt her head back, thrusting her breasts out, to look him in the eye. In this position, he dominated. At his mercy, her flesh sizzled.

  “Alexandra.”

  The hint of mint from his breath caressed her face, he was so close. Smooth and deep with a rough, sexy timber, his voice enhanced the arousal that swelled within her. Belatedly, she realized he hadn’t been drinking. She, on the other hand, had downed those babies like a fish out of water. Wait, did he just call her by her name? How did he know her name?

  “Um, hi. Dance?” She licked her dry lips and watched in fascination when his dark gaze zoomed in and latched on to her mouth. His nose flared, and his jaw clenched. The temperature in her body skyrocketed.

  Low flames licked at her veins and flooded her system. Screw waiting for Mr. Right, she wanted Mr. Buff, and by the look in his eyes, she guessed he wanted her, too. Wolfish and dark, his scrutiny caressed her flesh, marking a trail of heat.

  “Okay, but—”

  “Andrew.” He backed off enough to grab her hand to help her off the stool.

  Even in four-inch heels, she was a full head shorter than him. She allowed him to lead her to the very edge of the dance floor. He twirled her into his arms. The liquor rushed through her, and she almost lost her balance.

  He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her into his arms. His hands felt big. Fuck being good, she wanted to be bad, really bad, with him. Eyes closed, she allowed the music to drift in through her pores and settle at her core.

  “Alexandra?”

  “Hmm?” His body was driving her crazy; he felt so good. He held her tightly with his strong palms and rested his fingers just above the curve of her ass. Rubbing against her belly, the thick length of his erection made her pussy clench.

  “Are you still seeing that man?”

  She swayed into him. His body heat engulfed her. He trailed a hand up and down her spine, giving her goose bumps. In turn, she moved her hands up to his shoulders.

  Tipping her head back, he cupped her jaw with his other hand.

  “God, no. He was an ass.”

  He chuckled at her response. “His loss is my gain.”

  In slow, deliberate intimacy, he nibbled the corner of her mouth. Then he deftly moved his lips to the shell of her ear. He licked around the contours until landing in the sensitive spot behind her lobe. She shuddered in arousal.

  Smooth and unhurried, he led her away from the dance floor and into one of the dark cubicles, their feet still moving to the tune of the music. The last notes of the song drifted off when they stopped swaying. She opened her eyes to almost total darkness.

  The dim lighting on the edges of the cubicle floor provided a soft glow. He took a step back and pulled her farther in with him. The slide and click of the glass door indicated they were, at least partially, out of sight. He stood and watched her. Was he waiting for her permission to continue? Warmth spread through her at the thought.

  Maybe she was in over her head, but she’d been dying to get her hands on him. This was her chance to explore. She tunneled her fingers through his thick dark hair, gripping and releasing the strands, loving the silky texture. She took the final step to close the gap between them.

  His voice was deep and hoarse. “I’v
e wanted to get a taste of you since the first moment I saw your luscious, sexy body.”

  She grabbed his hair harder and pulled his head down. “Then what are you waiting for?”

  6

  His lips clashed with hers. Firm and commanding, he guided their movements with precision and ease, always in control. The aggressive side of her growled in approval. Finally, a man who would overpower her dominant urges.

  He licked at the seam of her lips. When she didn’t open her mouth, he grunted and nipped at her lower lip. She moaned at the perfect torture. He devoured and plundered the depths of her mouth with his tongue. Whimpers escaped the back of her throat while she rubbed her body against him.

  “Fuck. Alexandra, you’re so hot.” Moving his hands down, he squeezed her breasts through the clingy material of her wrap-style dress. He spread the neckline enough to bare her satin-covered tits for his perusal. Without wasting time, he peeled down the satin and latched on to one of her swollen nipples.

  “Oh yes. Andrew—yes, yes, more.” The order came out a strangled moan when he bit down and sucked on one tip while rolling and pinching the other.

  Her soaked panties were starting to feel uncomfortable. She shoved her chest forward into his face. Stepping back, he toppled into a large, cushioned black chair. He pulled her down to straddle him while he continued to lick and suck at her heavy breasts. Arousal gathered and swelled inside her. She rocked her hips over his erection and whimpered when it rubbed against her swollen clit. Nails digging into his muscular arms, she watched while he continued to curl his tongue over her nipples until all she could think of was pulling him out of his pants and riding him.

  “I need—oh my God—Andrew, I need—”

  She was impatient. Her hands grasped and tugged at him.

  Pulling her hands from him, he held them behind her back in a tight grip. “Look at me.”

  She whimpered at the impact his tone had on her. “Do you want to come?” The powerful question was so soft, she almost didn’t hear it over the blaring of the music. “Yes. Fuck, yes.” Her breath reeled.

  “Then you’re going to do what I tell you or you won’t get anything else from me.” Moaning, she nodded in agreement. “I want to taste your pussy. Lick your cream and roll my tongue around your clit. Now, stand up.” Her legs almost buckled. She kept her hands to her sides. He stood and pointed her toward the chair. “Sit.”

  She did as told.

  “Good girl. Place your legs over each of the armrests.”

  She immediately lifted both legs and draped them over the chair’s sides, leaving her wide open.

  “Yes, just like that.” Approval sounded in his voice.

  She glanced toward the glass panel. Were others able to see them? She had a crystal-clear view of the people dancing and walking around.

  “No, don’t look at the door. They can’t see you. The glass is reflective. Lift your dress and display your wet pussy for me.”

  She pulled the material up her legs until it pooled around her waist.

  “Good. Now place your hands on the back of the chair and don’t move them from there.”

  She reached for and grabbed the upper back of the chair behind her neck.

  On his knees in front of her, he trailed his fingers up her thighs, making her shiver. Then he continued his journey until he was fingering her wet pussy over her panties. She threw her head back and moaned. He curled his fingers around the bit of lace and tugged. The fabric came off with a soft tear. Cool air kissed her heated flesh as she sat on display for his view.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

  Captivated and so aroused, she could come at any moment, she watched his dark head dip into the V of her thighs. His breath fanned over her feverish skin. Her heart stopped when he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked down on her, hard.

  She jerked in the seat, a scream rolling out of its own volition. “Oh my God!”

  His wicked, raspy tongue twirled and massaged her until she was panting. He parted and penetrated the entrance to her pussy with two fingers, pumping in and out of her in short, fast thrusts. Her hips rolled, and she attempted to ride his hand, pushing her sex closer to his tongue. His flat tongue lapped at the juices dripping from her.

  She cursed and gripped the back of the chair as her climax rammed into her. He lashed at her clit while his fingers curled and tickled her G-spot. A scream bubbled and rushed up her throat, past her lips, until his name shot out of her mouth when she came. Her pussy compressed tightly around his fingers. The mind-numbing pleasure crested, and he continued to thrust in and out, drawing out her enjoyment. Aftershocks hit her, one after another, while she tried to catch her breath.

  Opening her eyes, she caught him sitting back on his heels, staring at her intently. His face was a mask of control. The unspoken question hung between them. There was no way in hell she wasn’t going to get the full package now.

  “Give me a condom.” Hand out, she waited while he looked over her face, searching for what, she didn’t know. Something must have satisfied him, because he pulled out a condom from his pocket and handed it over.

  “Now, Andrew. Do you want to come?” Her voice was soft, playful.

  He lifted his brows and twisted his lips into a quirk, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

  “Because if you do, then you’re going to have to stand and let me get a look at that impressive cock I know you have there.” She dropped to her knees in front of him. “What can I do to please you?”

  7

  Arousal surged and roared in his ears, pushing him to make the dreams he’d been unable to suppress or ignore with the sexy siren finally come true. Unquestionably, she—petite dragon that she was—was used to taking control, and satisfaction consumed him when she showed submission.

  “Alexandra.” He waited until she looked up at him. Eyes glazed, skin flushed with lust, she was pure temptation. “You don’t have to do this.” The words needed to be said; he wanted trust between them. More than anything, he wanted her to want to do this.

  “What can I do to pleasure you, Andrew? I’m yours to command.”

  Determined to keep control, he glanced back at her eyes. Their gazes locked. Her tongue darted out and licked her full lips, wetting and leaving a glossy sheen on them, enticing him more. She smiled when she zoomed her eyes on his tented pants.

  His erection jerked in his slacks. “Unbuckle my pants and unzip me.”

  Leaping to do his bidding, she unbuckled his pants, drew down the zipper, and then lifted her eyes back to his face, waiting. His breaths came out in short, harsh puffs. When he looked down, all he saw was her face filled with eager anticipation.

  “Pull my dick out of my pants and blow my cock until I tell you to stop.” He watched her reaction to his crude words. Immediately she tugged down his pants, and a small whimper left her lips.

  He drove his hands into her hair. He held the long strands and pulled them away from her face. He wanted a clear view of her actions. He focused on her small hands caressing his stiff length. She trailed her soft fingers along the vein on the underside up to the purple head. She slid her thumb up to the slit and rubbed a bead of precum over the crown. She grabbed his cock in a firm hold and lowered her head down to his scrotum. She brushed her tongue over his balls in long, light, wide sweeps, making her way up his entire shaft.

  He grunted, enjoying each silky touch. He watched as she rolled her tongue around his aching cock. He flexed and tightened his fingers in her hair.

  He pushed the head of his dick toward the entrance of her mouth. “Suck.”

  Her smile—small, mischievous, flirty—made his heart race as she glanced up at him. She opened wide and took his length into her mouth. Her tongue massaged the underside of his shaft when she pulled back.

  He moaned. His hips thrust his cock against her lips, pushing farther into her hot, wet cavern.

  Mesmerized, he watched her head bob and lubricate his cock, her hand jerking firmly at the base. W
ith her other hand, she tweaked and pulled one nipple and then the other, increasing her pleasure. He groaned at the suction of her lips around him, the feel so tight, as though he were wrapped in warm silk.

  “Take me deeper. All the way in.” His voice was deep and hoarse, and his order was harsher than he had intended it to be.

  For a moment, she appeared undecided. He was big, and he knew it. Had he pushed her too far too soon? Determination lined her features, and her throat relaxed around him. She moved forward slowly, her eyes never straying from his. She slid him farther and deeper into her mouth and down her throat until her lips were an inch from his balls.

  Sharp breaths tore from his chest in ragged pants. She pulled back and did it again and again. Each stroke of her lips increased in speed until the tingle in his spine started to expand. He was going to come down her throat if he didn’t stop her.

  “Sweetheart, stop.”

  She ceased mid-suck and peered up at him. A small frown marred her brows.

  “I want to shove my dick into your wet pussy and fuck you now.” The frantic beating of his heart filled his ears.

  He pressed his lips together while watching her leisurely pull him out of her mouth. She ran her tongue in circles over his throbbing vein. Once he was out, she picked up the condom packet, tore it open with her teeth, and smiled. She placed it on the head of his cock and rolled it over him.

  His breath hissed out as she squeezed him lightly in the process. “Get on your knees on the chair.”

  Facing the chair’s back cushion, she kneeled with legs open and leaned forward. With the press of a button, he helped the chair’s curved back dip, turning it into a lounger. She braced her arms on the back and gripped the edge. Ass high in the air, she bent so low her nipples grazed the soft leather cover.

  “Perfect. So fucking perfect. Don’t let go, and don’t move.” Standing directly behind her, he smoothed a hand down the curve of her spine, and she shivered under his touch.