Stumbling back, I realized what was going on.
Her essence seemed to be overpowering me and I needed fresh air.
It was only when I was in my Tahoe, that I dared to take a breath. Simone’s mere presence was intoxicating. I wanted to touch her.
Bullshit.
I wanted to do more than touch.
There was a need to push inside of her. Have her beneath me, staring up into my eyes with a mix of fear and wonder as I spilled into her womb.
My dick was already brick hard. Reaching down, I palmed myself and found that that act was extremely painful. I hissed at the feel of how tight I was. Eventually, by the time I reached the club, the throbbing had subsided.
One of the valets recognized my car and waited for me to exit. The blue neon lights of Frost were shinning into the wintery air and the music felt like a heartbeat as soon as I hit the entrance. There were a ton of bottle girls walking around in their skimpy outfits including Yasmine, a blonde I flirted with from time to time.
She was wearing an extreme ponytail tonight. She looked like Genie from that old black and white t.v. Show my mother had watched on some channel years ago. The black cocktail dress she wore left little to the imagination. In fact, my imagination was running wild. I leaned against the bar and waited for a bartender to serve me a drink.
Yasmine approached with a tray that she sat on the counter and looked me up and down. My eyes began to survey the club as she moved in slightly closer.
"Wasn't expecting you tonight, Boss," the way she could exaggerate the word Boss told me she was happy I'd come.
"My brother dragged me out," I finally turned and smiled in her direction.
Yasmine glanced over her shoulder at the VIP. Gabriel was there surrounded by women and some of our guards. He was already on a coke bender. The moment he dipped his head down to do a line, I saw.
Shaking my head, my gaze went back to Yasmine. Her breast were practically spilling out of the dress. I gave her a nod that indicated for her to follow me. Moving through the throngs of people in our way, my office came into view.
The moment the door closed to the office, I was hard again. It was as if walking over the threshold and into the cold dark room had done something to me. Simone's soft pink lips floated into my mind as Yasmine's laugh, easy and forgiving, filled my ears. She went to reach for the light but I stopped her.
I didn't want to see her while she was on her knees. It was easier to think of someone else performing the act.
She slid down the length of my body, her fingers finding the belt and my zipper.
My pants fell around my ankles, followed by the silk Parisian boxers. The warmth of Yasmine's mouth as she began to take all of me down her throat made me shudder. Few pleasures in life were better than having a woman's wet and waiting mouth wrapped around your cock.
My hands went to her head after a while and I pounded away, until I finally spilled my seed down her throat. Suddenly, there was a pounding on the door and I could hear Gabriel screaming for me. Yasmine was swallowing all of my load by the time, I flipped the lights on and fixed my pants before opening the door.
"Lucien, you gotta get out here," he said.
"What is it?"
"Cops just showed up," his eyes were looking wild. "They found someone O.D.ed in the women's bathroom."
He was definitely under the influence of cocaine.
Fuck, I thought.
The last thing the Safaryan organization needed was a death in the bathroom. My hands went to the sides of my brother's face and I forced him to focus.
"Gabriel, get a hold of yourself," I told him. "I will speak with the police. Go home. Sober up, I will speak with you in the morning. Everything will be fine."
It seemed to work, even though his pupils were dilated out of this world. We starred at each other a few moments longer until Yasmine reminded us that she was there.
"I'm gonna go, Boss," she said.
"I'll be out there momentarily, assist the police with whatever they may need until I arrive," I told her.
She nodded and slinked past us.
