Dazzled by Silver (6 page)

SAM:
Sounds like you’re trying to make me feel guilty.

G.SILVER:
Absolutely.

My heart pounded.

SAM:
If it makes you feel better, I’d much rather be having dinner with you, but I can’t cancel this one.

G.SILVER:
Have the locks been changed?

SAM:
Yes, the twenty-one year old locksmith was very good with his hands.

G.SILVER:
Charlie works for me. But I’ll tell him you think he’s hot.

I frowned, surprised Gabe actually knew the older gentleman who had come to change my locks.

SAM:
Have a productive meeting. Got to go find an outfit.

G.SILVER:
Thank you. Please text me what you’re wearing.

I wondered where Gabe would be traveling after tonight and what exactly he did as a P.I. Gosh, I didn’t even ask what company he worked for, or owned, and made a mental note to do so next week.

Given the venue tonight, I put on a tighter dress, its hem hugging my thighs five inches above my knees. I may as well look like I belonged while the girls tucked stacks of bills in the stripper’s briefs. Reese, one of my good friends, was getting married to her high school sweetheart in three weeks.

Kendra couldn’t come, and I wondered how the second weekend at Kissed had gone. The reviews I’d read raved about the hot new spot. I left her another message today, asking for a call back.

A white limo full of screaming girls picked me up at eight o’clock.

“What happened to you?” Reese asked, passing me a flute of champagne.

“What do you mean?” I took a sip. The cheap bubbles fizzed on my tongue and I missed the exquisite taste of Gabe’s wine I’d been sipping all day.

“You look hot! You are definitely picking someone up tonight.” She threw her head back in laughter, “Way to go girl. Get that fucker Casey out of your mind.”

What she didn’t know was that I’d hardly thought about Casey since meeting Gabe. The only person I’d wanted to pick up was my hot P.I., but I didn’t mention it to the girls. My little secret excited me.

“To good times!” I clinked my glass against theirs.

The area Reese had reserved was smack in the center of the stage closer to the back of the club. Enclosed in a round booth with tall side walls it was quite intimate. The plush red velvet seats and fresh wood polish on the table and railings set a burlesque tone.

The waiter hovered over us as soon as we sat down. He closed in on Reese, the obvious life of the party and wearing a white veil. His black bow tie and white cuffs decorated his well oiled body. Black shorts outlined his every appetizing curve.

“What are we drinking tonight, ladies?” he asked

“Orgasms!” Reese yelled.

I smiled, a slight tingle warming my stomach at the memory of my last orgasmic shot the night I’d met Gabe. My gaze flew toward the bar on the left, but my P.I. wasn’t there. Though the lure of glistening naked torsos would normally keep my focus, tonight I only wanted to see a gray shirt.

My preoccupied girlfriends were waving their bills at the first act of the night—a police officer with a large billy club at his side.

My phone vibrated, and my heart skipped a beat. To my delight, there was a text from the one person I wanted to hear from tonight.

G.SILVER:
Are you enjoying your bachelorette party?

I only recalled telling Gabe it was a ladies night out.

SAM:
You must be very good at your job, Magnum.

G.SILVER:
I’m good at everything I do.

SAM:
I’ve heard that before, but have yet to witness your talents.

G.SILVER:
Be careful what you ask for, Samantha. Got to get back to the meeting :(

“Put that phone down and have some fun.” Reese yanked on my hand.

I stood up as a new act came on stage. The dancer wore a pair of angel wings that touched the floor. A white cloth covered his bulging package. He held a bow and arrow to complete Cupid’s ensemble. As he moved about the stage, he shot plastic arrows at the screaming women. A lady near the front pretended to faint when she caught the heart shaped tip of the arrow.

My phone’s message light blinked again just as the waiter brought a tray full of shots. My hand itched to pick it up, but Reese handed me a shot glass and I was forced to ignore the blinking light for a few more seconds. I gulped the shot enjoying the cream sliding down my throat.

Reese handed me another one before I set my first empty down. The alcohol coursed through my body quickly. Between the wine I’d been sipping, the champagne in the limo and these shots, I was beginning to feel the effects of my drinking.

The tuxedo-less waiter asked, “Are you enjoying the orgasms?” Although he’d said it to all the girls, I got the impression he spoke specifically to me.

The distracting red flash on my phone seemed to pulse brighter. The little sparkle stole all my attention tonight. By the time an opportunity rose to check my messages I’d already missed two texts. Wasn’t Gabe supposed to be in a meeting?

G.SILVER:
What are you wearing? I’m picturing you in a red dress.

G.SILVER:
Drinking anything special tonight?

My phone proved to be more entertaining than the half-naked guys parading around us. I typed back admiring my P.I.’s intuition.

SAM:
Wearing a short, tight, red dress and drinking a few orgasms.

“Yummy, is he a special order, Reese?” Lin asked.

The lust in Lin’s voice made me pause for a moment, but the new message brought my attention back to the screen.

G.SILVER:
Are they better than my orgasms?

SAM:
I don’t know yet, do I?

I bit my lip waiting for the new flash to pulse.

The girls around me quieted, and someone poked my ribcage, “Holy crap he’s hot!”

“Who?” I asked, waiting for the little light to blink.

Cupid’s scent intensified, and I looked up.

The girls all stared open mouthed. No one focused on the stage anymore, and how could I blame them? Gabe wore torn jeans and a lighter shade of the same grayish shirt he had sported a week ago. This one matched the bright shine of his eyes in the evening light.

“Perhaps I should erase your doubt once and for all.” Gabe stepped in front of me.

“You know him?” Lin said.

I cleared my throat, feeling a bit lightheaded. “This is a friend of mine, Gabriel Silver.”

“Are you going to perform for us, Mr. Silver?” Lin licked her lips as her eager hands wrapped around Gabe’s bicep.

Gabe unwrapped her clinging fingers and kissed her hand the way a gentleman would.

She sat down on the plush seat, fanning her face.

“You don’t mind if I steel Samantha for a moment, do you? The next round is on me.” He pointed to the table littered with shot glasses.

“Not at all.” Reese gently prodded my ribcage. “Steel away.”

Gabe offered his arm. With all the glares and drooling mouths around me, it seemed I had no choice but to take it and go with him.

“I’m sorry, Reese. I’ll be back soon.”

“Take your time.” Lin said loudly.

A satisfied grin stretched across Gabe’s face. None of my friends could doubt Gabe’s true intention.

The lack of air, or perhaps the alcohol, spun the room in my head. I welcomed the support of his arm.

As we walked away, I heard Lin’s comment. “No fucking way.”

The rest of the girls giggled and shouted. Somebody yelled, “Way to score, Sam.”

My cheeks burned.

“Did you follow me here?” I asked.

“No, it’s pure coincidence. I’m updating the club’s surveillance.”

“And you’re taking a break now?” I tried to figure out where we were going, and tingles returned to my lower half.

“I’m my own boss, Samantha.”

“This way, Mr. Silver.” A nearly naked maître d’ opened a door into a darkened room. Butterflies flapped inside my stomach. The decor had a similar feel to the VIP area the girls were screaming from, except for the four walls, and a closed door.

“I’m being rude to my friends.” The slight tremble in my voice tickled my throat. Gabe spun me around and pinned me against the velvety wallpaper as he collided with my body.

I inhaled sharply.

He tightened his hands on my wrists and lifted them above my head, his mouth lingering delightfully close. The sounds from the outside faded. I could only hear his heavy breathing, and feel his chest rising up and down in slow motion.

With my hands stretched above my head, my dress rose up my thighs, its fabric smooth against my skin. He leaned in, whispering, “I’m sure your friends will understand.”

I’d already forgotten what I objected to. My legs trembled, and Gabe pressed his body harder to mine, his stiff arousal grinding against my tummy. His warmth enveloped me, soothing the shakes, melting all my jitters away.

“As I recall, I need to prove the quality of my orgasms.”

Gabe’s musky scent watered my mouth.

“I...I just had an orgasm.”

What was happening to me? Why was nothing else, except the burning desire inside me, important?

“Shots don’t matter. Do you want to come, Samantha?” His lips vibrated against mine.

I opened my mouth to speak, but then shut it.

“Say it. Tell me you what you want.” His mouth skimmed my lips, hovering just enough to tickle them.

“I want to come.”

He restrained both my wrists with his left hand, still high above my head. His right palm curved lower and lower along my arm. The tips of our noses touched, but he denied me a kiss. Past my breasts, down my hip, Gabe glided his hand over my leg, then eased it under my dress. His smooth palm slid along my inner thigh, and my legs parted for him.

The room spun. My lungs fought to get enough air into them.

He moved my panties to the side and slid his finger to my moist opening, spreading the juices upward. “You’re so wet and ready, Samantha. Is this for me?”

I nodded.

“Say it.”

“It’s for you.”

He yanked on the rim of my panties, tearing them off. He pocketed the piece of soaked fabric as if it were a trophy before his hand returned back between my legs.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.”

With my dress up over my hips, I’d never felt so exposed yet aroused. But Gabe’s finger lost me again as he drew it to the top of my folds and touched my clit. His big finger could extinguish my burning in seconds.

“I like a shaved woman with a little nest I can play with.” He nuzzled his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply.

His finger circled around the protruding nub. Outside, the girls cheered another new act.

I tensed. “What if someone comes in?”

“Then they’ll get a show. Relax, Sam. I’ve got you.” He flicked his finger in a precise motion and silenced my next moan with his delicious mouth.

I pressed into his hand. The euphoria condensed, and Gabe deepened our kiss, depriving me of the air I needed to feed my speeding pulse. My yelp of pleasure echoed back through my throat and entire body until he broke our kiss. The exquisite pattern of his circling thumb set my hips in motion. Just a few more rubs, right there and I’d be done, but Gabe pulled away denying me release.

“Don’t stop,” I said, smelling my arousal float around us. Sweat beaded on my chest.

His hardened shaft poked at the side of my left hip as if bone to bone. “Perhaps you’d rather go get another shot?” he teased.

I shook my head. “No, no. This is much better. I
need
to come.
Please
make me come.”

His finger returned to my opening, and he slid it in easily, my wetness squishing at the entrance. With his thumb back on top he swirled it rhythmically as he stretched me inside. In and out, each push became more intense than the one before. It robbed me of any inhibition as I plunged forward onto his digit. I tightened my hands into fists, shutting my eyes, concentrating on the most sensitive part on my body as pleasure consumed me. All of my skin tensed, then released. Incredible sensations spread through me in pain and relief at the same time.

“Oh God!” The bliss flowed like electricity. He flicked once more, reviving the rupture of delight, and again I shook. He slowly cupped my sex, letting my fierce orgasm reduce to gentle tickles of feathers.

“No, just Gabe,” he whispered holding me under my arms, kissing the top of my head.

My hand touched my lips in disbelief. I just allowed Gabe to stimulate me like no one had ever before. The way his fingers worked me while he restrained my arms in a divine and aggressive assault awakened my deepest needs. Casey had never bothered to touch me. Not like that. I had to suck him off first, and even after I was done, I had to force his hand toward my panties so he would play with me just a little. Gabe ensured I felt the pleasure of his fingers with their full potential.

“Are you all right?” he asked, lifting my chin with his finger.

“Yes.” I lowered my dress, still using his arm for support.

Gabe kissed me on the tip of my nose. “I wanted to do that to you since the night I met you.”

I exhaled. “You’re good with your hands, Mr. Silver.”

“I like the way you say my name, Samantha.” He drew his finger along my lower lip, and I could smell my recent excitement.

“Ditto.”

“I wish I could stay so we could have more fun, but I have a flight to catch.”

The release Gabe provided reminded me of what I’d always concentrated on when I made out with Casey—the other person.

I leaned my head against the wall feeling the swell of tears in my eyes. This man ensured tonight was all about me. He could have fucked me and ravaged me, satisfying himself as well. Instead, he focused on my pleasure alone.

“What’s the matter?” Gabe took me into his arms.

I trembled. “Nothing,” I shook my head. How could I explain no man had ever put my needs before his own?