Trouble (3 page)

“Right now . . . I just want to have a good time.”

“Is that all you want out of life? Fun?”

“No. But I don’t want to think about the rest of my life right now.”

Something like triumph flashed across his features, and adrenaline rushed through Samair’s veins. She moved to the middle of the room, placed her hands on the empty surface of the desk between them, and leaned forward. “Why did you send over those drinks? Do you do that for all your customers?”

“Not all of them. As for why . . . I saw you walk in here tonight. You had the look of a woman on a mission.” His wide shoulders lifted and fell as he spoke, his dark eyes never straying from her gaze. “I can’t resist a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it.”

“What if I told you that the mission I’m on is to do whatever I want to do, whenever I want to do it? And right now what I want is for you to fuck me. Would you still be unable to resist?”

The slight widening of his eyes was the only sign that she’d surprised him. Her sex heated and her juices began to flow. He was a man with self-control. The urge to see just what it would take to get a stronger reaction from him was secondary only to the hungry itch between her thighs.

He arched a lazy eyebrow. “That depends on why you want me.”

Samair thought about this as he searched her face. She straightened up and took a step back from the desk, willing to let him look his fill of her, confident in her sex appeal.

Everywhere he looked, her skin heated. It was if his hands were measuring the roundness of her hips, the heaviness of her breasts. They hadn’t even touched, and she was almost ready to beg for his cock.

“They say the number one fantasy among women is sex with a stranger. You’re a stranger.” Unable to stop herself, she lifted a hand and trailed a fingertip across the top of her breast, dipping into her cleavage for a brief second before letting the hand fall to her side again. “I figure I’ll start at the top of the list, and work my way down.”

With a small nod that made her clit throb in anticipation, he turned sideways and pointed to a spot directly in front of him. “Come here.”

The command in his voice made her head light. Enjoying the feel of her thighs rubbing together, the friction of the seam of her pants rubbing against her sensitive bits, she sauntered over to him. As eager as she was, part of her didn’t want him to know how easily he affected her. When she reached the spot directly in front of him, she was trembling with excitement.

“Are you sure you want this?” His dark eyes were steady on hers. She wondered how he could possibly doubt she wanted this. Shit, she also wondered why she was taking orders instead of just jumping his bones. Yet she was.

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down on it, her fingers working the closure of her slacks, and pushing them and her panties over her hips with a quick wiggle.

“On the desk.”

Hot skin met with the cool, polished desktop and a gasp escaped her. She sat straight, waiting for his next command, but he didn’t speak again. Instead he stepped forward, spreading her thighs with his hip, and cradled her head in his hands. She fought to breathe as she watched him lower his head until their lips touched.

 

 

 

 

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very muscle in Val’s body was hard as a rock when he got his first taste of the girl. The urge to bend her over the desk and fuck her so hard she couldn’t walk was strong, but he didn’t want to scare her away. He might be the stranger of her fantasy right now, but he already knew he wanted more than this one time with her.

A soft whimper sounded as her hands gripped his hips and her lips parted beneath his. She tasted so sweet, and just a bit tart. Her fingers dug into his hips harder and he opened his mouth, deepening the kiss.

Her tongue dueled with his, their panting breaths mingling as he tilted her head and changed angles. Needing more, he dragged his lips away and nibbled at her jaw, her neck, her earlobe. She tasted so good. He sucked in a deep breath and his control slipped an inch at the musky scent of sweat and aroused female. His heart pounded in his chest, and his cock threatened to burst through the seam of his pants.

He skimmed his hands over her curves. Cupping the weight of her breasts, he lifted them to his mouth, where he sucked at the hard tips through the thin satin of her camisole. As much as he liked the thin skimpy top more than the blouse she’d warn earlier, it was in his way now. He pulled the edge of it down, forcing it beneath her tits so they were plumped up and naked for his amusement. With a groan he gripped her spread thighs, pulled her to the edge of the desk, and clamped his lips around a rigid nipple.

Her cry of pleasure echoed through the room and he reached up and clamped a hand over her mouth. Her tongue flicked against the palm of his hand and her legs wrapped around his waist, aligning her hot wet core against his cotton-covered dick.

He bit down on a nipple experimentally and felt her stiffen and cry out against his hand. When he raised his head to make sure he hadn’t hurt her, her big blue eyes were begging him. He removed his hand from her mouth just as her hand reached between their bodies and started in on his zipper.

“Fuck me. Now.” She panted the words. “Please.”

Val crushed her lips with his, swallowing her whimpers as he shoved her hands aside. He made quick work of his belt and pushed his pants out of the way. Pulling back a bit, he tore open the foil package he’d retrieved from his pocket and sheathed himself. Female claws dug into his naked hips, tugging at him while she writhed on his desk.

Christ, she was hot. She looked like a virgin eager to sin for the first time in nothing but her white satin and lace top. He squeezed the base of his dick and reached deep to find his center. It just took a second, and his control was solid again.

He stepped closer to rub the head of his cock between her swollen pussy lips. He grazed her clit and pushed lightly against her entrance. “Put your hands on the desk behind you.”

When she hesitated, her fingers still gripping his hips and tugging him toward her, he pulled his cock away. “If you want this, do as I say.”

Her eyes flew to his, her flush deepening as she placed her hands behind her, bracing herself.
Oh yeah, she likes to be told what to do.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

He placed his cock at her entrance and pushed forward gently. When she gasped and tried to rock forward, he shushed her. “You need to keep quiet. You didn’t close the door when you came in here, and if you make too much noise, Marc will hear you over the music and come to see what’s going on.”

Her insides contracted around him and he stifled a groan of his own. So, the thought of getting caught turned his little sinner on.

The music from the club could barely be heard in the office since he’d turned his speakers off when he entered, but he knew it would be loud out on the landing. He also knew there was no way his bouncer would hear them from the VIP door thirty feet away and around a corner. And even if Marc did, he wouldn’t leave his post. But instinct had made him taunt her, and it paid off.

Gripping her hips tightly, he held her in place while he slowly eased inside her. Inch by inch, he filled her up, feeling her tight cunt stretch around him until he was in deep, her insides twitching around him. Reaching with both hands he cupped the pretty breasts that were thrust forward by her position, the flushed nipples hard and begging for attention.

He eased out, and back in, keeping his pace slow and steady. He watched as her head fell back, her hair almost touching the desk as she clamped her lips tight and whimpered.

“What is it, baby? What do you want?”

He watched her eyes flutter open. She lifted her head, pleading with him silently. Her lips parted and for an instant he wanted to be fucking her mouth instead. She bit her bottom lip and another whimper filled the room. “Come on baby, tell me what you want.”

“Harder,” she gasped out.

Val bit back a grin and thrust deep, his hips slapping against her inner thighs. She cooed her delight and he slid a hand past her breast to her shoulder.

“You like that? You like it hard?” His hips picked up speed, slamming into her. “You like it a little rough?”

She moaned and her cunt sucked at him, giving him an answer. His balls drew up tight and he pumped faster, harder. God, it felt good! His fingers squeezed a nipple, hard, and his other hand slid from her shoulder to her neck. His hand tightened slowly around her throat, and he watched her face carefully as he kept up a fast and hard rhythm with his hips.

Her eyes popped open and one hand left the desk to grip his wrist when she realized her air supply was slowly getting cut off. A touch of panic flared in the depths of her blue eyes a split second before they shut again and her cunt clamped down hard on his cock and her wetness flooded him.

He relaxed his light grip on her throat, and grabbed her hips. With one last thrust he went as deep as he could, and let go.

 

 

Holy shit!
Samair fell back on the desk, a hand over her heart.
What the hell just happened?

Valentine pulled away slowly and she heard the rustle of clothes and his belt buckle jingle. Taking a deep breath, she sat up and slid off the desk, not looking at him. She braced one hand on the desk, and bent down to pick up her slacks. The same pants she’d worn to her hated job that morning.

So much had happened since then.

She stepped carefully into her pants, pulling them over her shoes, before straightening and zipping them up. She bent down again, grabbed her panties, and stuffed them into her pocket. She was about to step around the desk when a large hand grasped her elbow and pulled her against a warm hard body.

“You okay?” His deep voice rumbled against her ear.

Samair nodded and wrapped her arms around his waist.

After a minute of silent snuggling, he pulled her away from him gently. A warm finger lifted her chin until she was looking him in the eye.

“You’re amazing.” He pressed a quick kiss to her lips then turned away.

Samair took a last peek at his perfect ass then spun on her heel and sashayed out of the room. Confident, once again in control, and satisfied.

Trouble was back.

 

 

 

 

V
al turned his head and watched Samair’s curvy hips swing as she left his office. Last call was over and the lights were up in the bar. She’d been with the dancers earlier, and they usually sat at their table until the bouncers ushered them out. He saw her saunter down the stairs and across the floor to rejoin them, and wondered what it would be like to have her dance for him.

Privately.

“You work fast.”

Val glanced away from the wall of windows and gave the man entering his office a small smile.

Growing up in the foster care system had taught Val not to trust easily. But fifteen years earlier Karl had come upon Val in a street fight against some guys who hadn’t liked the outcome of their pool tournament. Karl hadn’t liked the four-to-one odds, and jumped in, saving Val’s ass. They’d both cleaned up some since then, but they’d had each others backs ever since.

Val trusted him, and that was saying something.

“I didn’t work at all; she came to me.” He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face.

“Damn man, what is it that makes women throw themselves at you?”

“What makes them throw themselves at
you
?” he shot back.

“My good looks and roguish charm.” Karl laughed. They both knew women loved the way he looked. And they both knew that he was rarely charming.

“For this woman, it was the chance to live a fantasy.”

They both watched as Samair and the redheaded dancer, Joey, left together almost immediately after Samair rejoined the group.

“God bless women who want to live out their fantasies,” Karl said softly.

Val clapped him on the shoulder before turning back to his desk, but didn’t say anything. He sat down and looked at the other man.

A few months earlier, Karl had met a special woman who’d also been bent on living out a fantasy or two. Things with Katie hadn’t turned out the way Karl had hoped, and even though he never said much about it, Val knew his friend had been disappointed.

“You gonna to see her again?” Karl asked.

“Probably.”
Definitely.
He tilted his chair back and studied the guy in front of him. “What?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, man.” Karl shook his head slowly. “You’re too close to hitting the mark and owning the club free and clear. Getting distracted right now is not the thing to do.”

“She’s not a distraction. She’s entertainment.”

“Uh-huh.”

Determination filled him. “Trust me on this, Karl. Nothing will distract me from keeping this club out of Vera’s reach. It’s always been mine, and it will always
be
mine.”

“It’s not yours until you make the final payment and the bank loan is paid. Damn it, Val! I told you it was stupid to not go after her for more in the divorce. She cheated on you, and you let her get away with it.”

“I didn’t let her get away with it. I left her.” Why didn’t Karl understand that when it came to Vera, her cheating had hurt him way more than her money could ever heal him?

He’d grown up fast and hard, and he’d mistaken Vera’s honeyed words and warm body for a warm heart and, finally, a home.

During the year they were married Val never accepted a dime from his rich wife, and when he walked out the door of their house for the last time, he’d taken nothing with him but the clothes on his back, his precious Harley, and the keys to the club. “I only wanted what I’d gone into the marriage with. The rest wasn’t worth anything to me.”