Club Prive Book V (10 page)

And then there was more.

His hands left my hips. One slid between me and the car, delving into the front of my dress to find my nipple hard and eager for his attention. His other hand moved underneath me, his fingers finding that swollen bundle of nerves.

The instant he touched me, I came, but he didn’t stop. Even as my body shuddered, tensing with my orgasm, he continued his ministrations, working me from one climax into another. Only as my second orgasm peaked did I feel his hips jerk against me. He came with a drawn-out groan, and I felt him pulse as he filled me.

His arms tightened around me as his body curled over mine. He pressed his lips against the hollow under my ear, sending another shiver of pleasure through me. We stayed like that for several minutes, his cock slowly softening inside me, one hand around my dress, the other between my legs.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he finally straightened.

I inhaled sharply as he slid out of me, the loss leaving me feeling empty. His cum trickled down the inside of my thigh as I stood and adjusted my panties.

“Am I okay?” I echoed his question. “Are you kidding? That was amazing.”

He gave me that shy little-boy smile I loved so much. “I wasn’t sure... I mean, it wasn’t...”

I put a finger on his lips, stopping the flow of words. “Just so we’re clear. I like it when you take charge like that. I wasn’t pretending before, or now.”

Relief showed on his face.

“If you need any further proof,” I said, grimacing as I took a step back towards the car. “Here it is: we need to find a store so I can buy dry underwear. I’ve been wet from the moment you kissed me.”

His smile widened into a full-blown grin. “I think that would be a good idea.”

Twenty minutes and a new pair of panties later, I knew where we were going and was glad I’d suggested stopping at the store. As soon as I saw the sign for Stamford, I looked over at Gavin. The look he gave me was all the confirmation I needed.

He was taking me to see his daughter.

I could feel the tension radiating off of him as we pulled up in front of a modest, two-story house. He looked over at me, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. I knew he was nervous. I reached out and squeezed his hand. I was nervous too.

Then I saw her. This petite little blonde in a white and pink sundress. She burst out of the house, a smile lighting up her face.

“Daddy!”

He climbed out of the car and bent down to scoop her up in his arms.

If I’d still had any doubts about Gavin or how I felt about him, they would have disappeared the moment I saw the complete and utter adoration on his face when he looked at his child. No one could argue he’d given her grandparents custody because he didn’t want her. I’d never seen anyone look at someone with so much love.

I climbed out of the car, my heart pounding, and walked around to where Skylar was chatting away. I hung back for a moment, and then she saw me.

She stopped talking and studied me for a moment with those eyes that were so much like her father’s. She tilted her head to one side, and in that serious voice that small children have, asked, “Is she your girlfriend?”

Gavin smiled and stretched out his hand. “Yes, she is.”

I took his hand, letting his touch ease my nerves. “Hi.” I gave Skylar a smile.

“You’re pretty,” she declared. “I like you.” She squirmed in Gavin’s arms and he put her down. She looked up at me and put her hands on her hips. “We’re having a picnic in the backyard and you have to push me on the swings.” With that statement, she turned and ran around the back of the house.

“I guess I’m pushing her on the swings,” I said.

Gavin chuckled and released my hand, sliding his arm around my waist. He pulled me against his side. He pressed his lips against my temple. “I love you.”

We’d said similar things before, but this was the first time those three words had been stated in such a simple, declarative fashion. I could barely speak around the lump in my throat. “I love you too.”

I tilted my head to look up at him and he bent his head, giving me a soft, sweet kiss. I slid my arm around his waist and felt something that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I felt like I was home. Not because of this house or this neighborhood, but because of the man next to me.

“Ready?” he asked.

I knew he was referring to meeting Camille’s parents and spending the evening with his daughter, but my answer meant so much more. I was ready. Ready to start the next chapter in my life. I nodded. “I’m ready.”

We headed for the backyard, drawn by the joy of his child’s laughter. Yes. I was definitely ready for this.

THE END

Don’t worry. It’s not quite over yet. Carrie and Gavin will return later this year in a new exciting and sizzling hot Club Privé story as Gavin coach Carrie further into his world of pleasure. In the meantime, please enjoy an exciting preview of my next series featuring Krissy, Carrie’s best friend from Club Privé.

Chapter 1

DeVon

A
s I used the expensive linen napkin to wipe the wine from my face, I was glad I'd ordered white instead of red. My dry cleaner would be able to salvage my dress shirt. I was still pissed though. A perfectly good glass of Chardonnay wasted in a fit of childish temper.

“You're breaking up with me?” The beautiful blond who was still in the midst of the previously mentioned temper tantrum had pushed back from the table and was now standing to deliver her indignant monologue. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

I opened my mouth to tell her to sit down and be quiet, but she didn't let me speak.

“After everything I've let you do to me?” Her face was starting to get that red, splotchy look that happened when fair-skinned women let their temper get the best of them. She looked around at the other diners, most of whom were no longer even trying to be polite and ignore the scene.

“I let you tie me up for your little games!” She was almost shrieking now. “You fucking spanked me!”

Shit.

I could see the expressions on the other men and women, saw their eyes darting towards me. Some of them recognized me. That was not acceptable.

I stood and crossed to her in two long strides, putting just an inch between our bodies so we weren't touching, but she was forced to look up at me. I glared down at her and spoke in a low voice, the one that demanded submission.

“You are behaving in a manner most unbecoming, Miss Paine.” As it always did when I was trying to control my temper, the faint accent that usually tinged my words thickened until I sounded more like the teenaged boy who'd first stepped off the plane from Venice. That just made me more angry. My next statement was nearly a growl. “You know what happens when you misbehave in public.”

Her mouth snapped shut.

I watched her swallow hard and the anger in her face drained away, replaced by lust. I preferred that look on a woman's face. Lust was easy to control.

I took a step back and motioned for one of the waiters who'd been nervously standing in the shadows.

“Yes, Sir?” the man asked nervously.

“Bill me for the meal,” I said. “And a bottle of wine for each table as an apology for the disruption of your guests' meals.” I glanced at the waiter. “And add a thirty percent tip for your aggravation as well.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I turned my attention back to my soon-to-be former lover. “Follow me.”

I didn't bother to check if she was following as I walked towards the exit. I kept my eyes forward, my head up, expression blank. The only thing that betrayed what was bubbling under the surface was my lips pressed in a thin line. I stepped out into the balmy autumn night, not pausing to see if she was coming. I walked around the corner and into the narrow alley that separated the expensive Beverly Hills restaurant from the boutique next door. Less than a minute later, she appeared, stepping into the alley without a moment of hesitation.

“Face the wall, palms flat against it.”

I could see her fingers trembling as she did as she was told. She knew what was coming, and the fact that she was here meant that she accepted it, wanted it. She was always free to walk away at any time. I knew she wouldn't though. They never did.

I closed the space between us and slid my hands under the hem of her shirt. I had instructed her to wear the two piece dress combination rather than a full dress for just this reason. Of all my lovers, Sami had been one of the most contentious – and not always in an enjoyable way – requiring far more discipline than the others. It hadn't been a difficult decision to end our... encounter.

I pulled down her skirt and tapped her bare calf. She lifted one leg, then the other, kicking away half of the twenty-five hundred dollar garment. The top came down to the middle of her ass, leaving the rest of her bare. Like all my women, she didn't wear panties in public. I preferred easy access at all times. I only allowed those who need it to wear a bra. Sami didn't.

I wasn't interested in her breasts at the moment, however. I ran my hand over the firm globes of pale flesh and felt her tense. I smiled and drew my hand back.

The first crack echoed in the alley, sounding louder because of the silence between us. She didn't make a sound until my hand made contact for the third time, the skin on her ass already starting to turn a delightful shade of pink.

“Ahhh...” It wasn't exactly pleasure, but it wasn't pain either. Sami was in that place where the two were starting to join, but her body hadn't sorted out how it wanted to respond.

I spanked her harder, reminding her that this was a punishment for her behavior. It wasn't meant to truly hurt her, but she needed to feel it. My palm was starting to sting and I was wished I'd thought to bring a belt. Used correctly, it worked as well as a flogger to bring my submissive right to that edge.

I didn't stop until her breathing began to hitch and I could see the moisture between her legs. Only then did I reach into my pocket for one of the little packets I kept on me at all times. I tore it open, unzipped my pants and rolled the condom down over my throbbing cock.

When I stepped up behind her and nudged her legs further apart, I could feel the heat radiating off of her ass. She wasn't going to be able to sit comfortably for days. I lined myself up and thrust into her pussy with one hard stroke.

She keened as I buried my full length inside her. She was wet, but still so tight that it was almost painful for me, but I didn't stop. I grabbed a handful of her hair as I began to pound into her. I could feel her body quivering around me as I tugged on her hair. For as much as she'd made it sound like I was the one who wanted it rough, she got off on it just as much as I did.

I could feel the pressure building in my stomach and knew I was close. I'd been wound too tight from the moment she'd started her tantrum, and spanking her had just made it that much worse. I put my mouth against her ear.

“Come if you can, but I'm not helping you.”

She growled in frustration, but I ignored her. My own release was too near. I lowered my head to the place where her shoulder met her neck and took some of the skin there into my mouth, sucking on it, worrying it with my teeth. We were done, but I'd make sure she'd remember our last time together.

She was making whining little mews now, pushing back to meet my thrusts, forcing me even deeper. I put my hands on her hips and held her in place as I slammed into her, biting down on her neck as I came. She wailed, her body shaking around mine, further proof that I wasn't the only one who liked what I'd done.

I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the waves of pleasure wash over and through me. I let out a breath and took a step back, hearing her hiss as I slid out of her. She staggered, as if her legs couldn't hold her, and then rolled so that her back was against the wall, propping her up. She gave me a cat-ate-the-canary kind of smile.

I tucked myself back into my pants, pulled out my wallet and withdrew a twenty. “Here.” I tossed it towards her. “Take a cab.”

I saw the shock settle over her and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Had she really thought this meant we weren't done?

“Danny'll be your agent from here on out. I don't want to see your face again.” I turned and started towards the street where my car would be waiting.

I'd just reached the sidewalk when she screamed out, “Asshole!”

I didn't acknowledge it as I thanked the valet, tipped him and climbed into the driver's seat. Sami was right. I was an asshole, but that's the way it had to be. Two weeks was my usual, four at the max. No attachments. Ever.

Besides, I reasoned as I started towards home, Sami was just another no-talent, wanna-be actress anyway. The best she could ever hope for would be bit parts in cheap made-for-TV movies before she made the inevitable transition to adult films. She'd do okay there. She had a nice body and was a decent enough lay, though not as good as she seemed to think she was.

Women like her were a dime a dozen. They all came to Hollywood with the same idea, that their pretty face and tight pussies would let them sleep their way to the top. And I was the top. I was DeVon fucking Ricci, one of the biggest agents in Hollywood. Nothing could touch me.

Chapter 2

Krissy

I leaned against the edge of my best friend's desk, watching as she put the last of her things into a plastic container. Leave it to Carrie to be overly organized. We were complete opposites that way and I knew my disorganization annoyed her as much as her tidiness annoyed me.

Damn, I was going to miss her.

Carrie Summers had been my best friend since we'd met at Columbia six years ago. We'd been roommates in the dorm, then moved into an apartment after we'd been hired at Webster and Steinberg. We'd met Dena and Leslie here, and the four of us were close, but Carrie and I were closer. Sometimes, I thought that we were more like sisters than friends, and I knew she felt the same way.

“I can't believe we're having cake again.” I sighed, putting a bit of drama into it. “It's only been two months since we had cake for your graduation party.” I gave her a shrewd look. “You just wanted to feed that sweet tooth, didn't you?”