“Oh my God.” Saph choked on a laugh, dissolving into giggles. She finally caught her breath, patting my hand like I was hopeless. “Fine. Best dress. Tango. One drink. Then we see where the night takes you.”
Tango Nightclub, 8:15 p.m.
“Hey, Jim,” I called, rolling my hips as I closed in on the man with a beer in hand. Confidence hit me like a shot: red leather skirt hugging my waist, matching bustier showing every curve. Scarlet lips, lashes thick with mascara. Dangerous.
“Wow. You look stunning.” The solicitor grinned. Jim had once interviewed me for a spot at his firm. I didn’t get the job, but he called after to apologize. One dinner later, we were fucking for dessert.
Saph elbowed me, and I remembered my manners. “Jim, this is my friend, Sapphire.”
“Nice to meet you.” She offered her hand, her smile sweet as sin.
“Good to meet you, too.” Jim clasped it, then turned back to me. “Vera, you remember Mark from the interview?”
I followed his gaze to the younger man at his side—dark hair, heavy brows, and eyes that didn’t bother hiding their interest.
“Yes, it’s great to see you again.” I nodded at Mark, catching the way his eyes traveled up and down Sapphire’s slender frame.
“Would you ladies like a drink?” Jim asked.
“Why, of course, babe.” I brushed my fingers along his shoulder. “Saph will have a Long Island iced tea, and I’ll take a Pornstar Martini.”
The next half hour blurred with heat and laughter. Saph played the perfect wingwoman, keeping Mark occupied, while Jim anchored me with the weight of his hand on my lower back. His cedarwood cologne curled around me, intoxicating.
His fingers squeezed my ass, bold like he knew exactly how to play me.
This man is begging to be fucked.
His gray eyes burned, pupils blown wide, as he pressed his hard length against my skirt. “You’re so fucking beautiful. A goddess,” he murmured. “Spend the night with me?”
“Yes,” I purred, arching closer. “I’d like that very much.”
“Vera,” Saph cut in, her voice pulling me back. “I’ve got to go. My boss just called. Media interview, can’t wait.”
“On a Friday night?”
“Yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “Politics isn’t a nine-to-five. Election season.”
“Vera and I are about to leave. We’ll walk out with you to find a cab,” Jim said to Saph, then glanced at his friend. “Mark, I’ll see you on Monday.”
Saph hailed a taxi after leaving the club. “Here’s my ride,” she sang, hugging me. “I’ll see you soon, Vera, and it was niceto meet you,Daddy Jim. You both have afucktastic—whoops, I mean fantastic time.”
Shit. I couldn’t believe Saph said that.
“You’ve been naughty,” Jim growled, plundering my neck with red-hot kisses.
“Oh, why’s that?” I asked, feeling his swollen erection press against my body.
“Because you never returned my calls,” he said, rubbing my backside in sensual circles.
“Sorry, I was busy.”
“Would you like to play withDaddy Jimtonight?” Jim teased.
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
“You dirty little girl.”
Jim could no longer hide his prominent bulge. It was time to leave town and check into his place, a seaside home with a spectacular ocean view which housed a special room of kinky sex toys and walls adorned with large images of nude couples copulating. I looked forward to handcuffing Daddy Jim, sitting on his face, and making him lap up my juices. Only after that, I might let his meaty cock dig deep inside one of my holes.
