Trouble (6 page)

Samair swallowed. Her heart pounded and her insides melted at his touch. She’d known from the first time she set eyes on him that he was a powerful man. Her time in his office, in his arms, had made her hyper-aware of just what kind of passion she’d been missing out on. This was no boy to be toyed with. If she said yes, there was no backing out. Mind you, he was offering her sex, not love, and not a relationship. He was offering her the perfect affair.

Valentine Ward was all man. Just being near him set her body to humming with erotic anticipation. His words promised untold pleasures and his steady gaze made it clear he was confident in his abilities to follow through.

Yet she couldn’t help but try to push a button or two of her own. She smiled slowly and lifted a hand to play with the button at his neck. “Promises, promises.”

He stepped back and tucked his hands into his pockets. His hooded gaze ran over her, making all her pleasure points tingle, and threw out a challenge of his own. “Are you brave enough to see if I can keep my promises?”

Nope, definitely not a boy.

A thrill ripped through her at the prospect of having this
man
do whatever she wanted. “Right now my fantasy is to have you on your knees, with your face buried between my thighs.”

“Done.”

 

 

 

 

E
xcitement swamped Samair as Val took her by the elbow and confidently led her through the crowd. Heart racing, nipples hardening, body softening in all the right places, she was ready to play.

They passed by the dance floor and Samair glanced over the crowd. Joey was watching her from the cage not ten feet away. Samair flashed her the thumbs-up and went back to concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.

As far as sexual fantasies went, oral sex wasn’t very daring. But it was the first thing to pop into her head and out of her mouth. Thinking straight when Val was standing right in front of her, offering to make her every fantasy come true, was a hard thing to do.

He was basically a stranger, and for sure was only interested in sex, but she couldn’t seem to say no. And why should she? She’d already made the decision to start living life, and going after what
she
wanted. He’d seen her naked and panting before, he knew she was a little overweight, and he still wanted more. This time she hadn’t gone to him—he’d come to her.

She’d have to be a freaking imbecile to say no!

Instead of going up the stairs to his office like she’d expected, he directed her underneath them to a dark door that blended with the wall.

Without a word he pulled a set of keys from his pocket, unlocked the door, and ushered her in. The room was dimly lit, and Samair was shocked to see how large it was.

Plump sofas and low chairs were scattered about the floor space, and a small bar in the far corner told her the room was used for private parties.

A window that was about three feet high ran the length of one wall, and when Samair stepped closer she realized that the window was actually the mirror that ran the length of the dance floor.

“Wow,” she whispered. “I never even knew this was here.”

“It’s mostly used for bachelor parties and such, but right now, it’s perfect for what I have in mind.” He stepped behind her, one strong arm circling her waist, his other hand tangling in her hair and pulling her head back for his kiss.

His body pressed against her backside while his lips covered hers. All thought fled from her brain as her lips parted naturally and she drank in the taste of Val.

She tried to turn in his arms, but he held her tight to him. His hardening cock pressed against her butt and she arched into it, wiggling and pressing back. Wanting to forget about the oral sex fantasy and just be taken by him. Filled by him.

“Hands on the window,” he said, scraping his teeth lightly across her cheek and to her ear. He nipped at the fleshy lobe and goose bumps rose on her skin. “And don’t move them.”

His arm slid from around her waist and his chest scraped along her backside as he sank to his knees behind her. A gasp escaped when his firm hands clasped her ankles and urged her feet back and out. Before she knew it she was bent forward at the waist, her hands on the window keeping her standing as his hands slid up her outer thighs, lifting her skirt.

“Very nice,” he said when her pink velvet thong was exposed. His words caused his hot breath to whisp over her buttocks, and a tremor of pure
want
ran through her as he quickly got rid of the panties.

Samair lifted her head and focused on the tableau of dancers on the other side of the one way mirror. She was afraid if she didn’t that her knees would give out too soon, and she wouldn’t get what she’d really been craving: Val’s mouth on her body.

His hands ran up and down her legs, and then over her rounded butt, lifting and squeezing her cheeks. Hot air landed on her exposed pussy lips a split second before a firm wet tongue speared between them. A joyous cry leapt from her throat and her knees trembled.

Val’s grip on her hips was strong, his head thrust between her thighs as he showed no mercy. This was no gentle seduction. His mouth was firm, open and hungry. His thumbs spread her wide, his tongue thrust deep, and his teeth nipped teasingly. A thrilling mix of pain and pleasure whipped through her and her head fell forward, eyes closed. Who was she kidding? Nothing could distract her from what he was doing.

She was no innocent; men had eaten her out before. But she’d always felt too self-conscious to lie there, stretched out in such a vulnerable position, and stopped them after just a few minutes. Maybe it was standing up that made this so much better. Maybe it was facing the wall. Maybe it was Val and his blatant enjoyment of what he was doing. She didn’t really care.

All she cared about was what she was feeling.

A finger circled her clit and his tongue toyed with her entrance, dipping in and out. Arousal coiled low in her belly and she arched her back, giving him better access. The pressure on her clit intensified and she ground down on him, her whole body straining toward the orgasm that was so close. Her fingers curled against the glass, trying to grab hold of something solid as the sensations built to an unbearable level and pleasure exploded through her. With a victorious cry she welcomed wave after wave of sensation as it flooded her mind and body.

Her knees buckled, but Val held her up, not stopping his attentions or giving her a chance to recover. Just when she was getting ready to beg him to stop, he shifted. His hand left her clit, a finger thrust deep inside her, and his tongue brushed lightly over her puckered rear hole. Her body jerked in response and he chuckled.

“So sensitive. I love that in a woman,” he murmured.

“Never . . . Nobody’s . . . ever . . . done that to me before.” She forced the words out before a moan of pleasure ripped through her. She was hypersensitive.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, sending small vibrations through her.

“Val . . .”

Another hum from him, another shudder ripping through her.

“Val . . . please.”

She wasn’t even aware of the words leaving her mouth. All she knew was that she wanted—she
needed
. . . more.

She continued to mutter, to beg and arch her back. She spread her legs farther as his hand rubbed faster, two fingers sinking deeper inside her as his tongue swirled around her back entrance until she snapped. “Val! Fuck me, damn it!”

“All you had to do was ask, baby.”

Cool air flowed over her heated skin when he stood back. She heard nothing but the pounding of hot blood rushing through her veins until his hands once again gripped her hips and the head of his cock slid along her cleft.

“Yes!”

He thrust true, filling her up. With no hesitation he pumped fast and hard. His belly slapped against her ass and her breasts bounced as she braced herself against the window, reveling in his complete possession of her. Her insides spasmed and he groaned . . . so she deliberately tightened her inner muscles and thrust back against him again.

“God, you’re hot!” he muttered.

One hand left her hip to slide over her belly and cup a swinging breast. He tugged at the edge of her stretchy velvet tank until she spilled over the neckline of the top and filled his hand. After a quick squeeze he focused on the nipple and pumped his hips harder . . . faster . . . harder. He slid his other hand low over her belly until his fingers landed on her clit and she went off in his arms.

Every muscle in her body tensed and a scream ripped from her throat, his guttural grunt of release mixing with hers.

 

 

V
al fought to get his breath back, the sporadic spasming of Samair’s cunt still massaging his softening cock and making his knees weak.
Christ, that felt good!

His head fell forward to rest between her shoulder blades. The fact that she was still trembling in his arms and panting herself made him feel ten feet tall. This young, adventurous, wild thing was just what he needed after a marriage to a cold-hearted bitch who had gotten off on using his dick to control him.

In this new arrangement with Samair Jones, he was definitely the more experienced of the two, and he liked it that way.

“Val?”

The softly spoken query caused him to straighten up sharply. “Right here, babe.” He stifled a groan as he pulled away from her soft warmth.

When she didn’t speak again he cupped her shoulders and pulled her up and back against his chest. She really was something. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek, heard her sigh as she snuggled back against him and they both looked out over the crowd through the window.

That was when he saw Vera.

What the fuck was his ex-wife doing there?

 

 

 

 

A
nger rushed through him and he bit back a curse.

Samair must’ve sensed his abrupt mood change because she stiffened and pulled out of his arms. “Is there a washroom in here?”

He pointed to the far corner and she headed in that direction without looking at him. When she was gone he strode to the little bar, grabbed a cocktail napkin and got rid of the condom. He washed his hands in the bar sink and tamped down his emotions. Up until a minute ago, he’d almost forgotten about his problems.

Samair came back into the room and leaned on the bar top, a sparkle in her eye. “So, Val, what next?”

He blinked.

He loved her straightforwardness. Game playing wasn’t anything he was interested in outside the bedroom, and it seemed they were on the same wavelength. “You tell me.”

“I haven’t decided on my next fantasy yet, but I can tell you one thing: I don’t want it to happen in this club again.”

He chuckled with her. It was great to be able to talk so openly with a woman. She made him feel almost . . . lighthearted. “You don’t like my club?”

“I love your club.” She shrugged and her breasts jiggled slightly. He really should’ve paid more attention to those breasts when he had the chance. “But I can never be—I think I’ve just decided what my next fantasy is, and I really don’t think this is the place for it.”

“You going to tell me what it is?”

Little white teeth nibbled on her bottom lip, making him want to run his tongue over it soothingly. She saw where he was looking and her eyes sparkled. “No. I think the surprise should be part of the fantasy. I get to plan it all. You just need to provide a private place for it to happen, and go with it when I begin.”

That
piqued his interest.

But he really needed to get out on the floor and find out what the hell Vera was doing there. He pulled a business card from his pocket, wrote his private cell phone number on the back, and handed it to her. “Call me when you’re ready. I’ll make it happen. For now, I need to get back to work.”

The light in her eyes dimmed slightly, and he squashed a pang of regret.

God knew he didn’t want to cut things short with Samair; if anything, the yen to spend more time with her was growing. But Vera was out in the club and he couldn’t let himself get distracted. If his ex-wife was around, trouble was brewing.

“You got it.” Samair tucked his card into her tank top and shot him a saucy wink.

They left the private room and he stopped her from walking away with a hand on her elbow. He couldn’t help himself. “Next time you wear a skirt like that, don’t wear any underwear.”

Samair tilted her head up at him and the spark was back in her baby blues. “Ohh, I like that.”

He watched her hips swing and her skirt swish as she walked away and blended into the crowd. When he finally tore his eyes from the hypnotizing sight, Vera was standing in front of him.

The bitch always did have radar where he was concerned. There had been a time when he’d thought that meant they were soul mates. Now he knew it just meant she was a manipulative, controlling—

He sucked in a deep breath. He couldn’t—he wouldn’t let her get to him.

“Vera.”

“Valentine. How are you, sweetheart? Playing with one of your little groupies I see.” She flicked her hand in the direction Samair had gone, her voice the bored tone that told him she was deliberately trying to get under his skin. She knew he hated apathy in any form.

“What are you doing here?”

“He never was one for good manners,” she said to the poser at her side before giving Val a tight smile. “I thought it was time to show Peter the club since he’ll be running it after I buy it.”

“It’s not for sale.”

“But it will be once the bank forecloses.” Her painted lips lifted in a victorious smile. “And when it goes up for sale, I’m going to buy it. Peter here is going to run it for me.”

“You’re counting your eggs before they’ve hatched, Vera. You never did learn that you can’t always have everything you want.”