It’s busy by the time I’m showered, changed, and back at the club. Chloe’s pretending to Dylan she’s still working at Mitchell’s club, but she’s turned up at Paragon. I’d be happy for her to sit in a corner with me all night, but she insisted on working, according to my bar manager. So I watch her as she takes orders, dressed in a figure-hugging black dress that makes me want to run my hands all over those luscious curves.
I’m not the only one who’s noticed Chloe. Heads turn as she navigates the tables and whenever some guy’s eyes linger over her curves I push down the urge to go over and throw him out. I want all of her, for her to be mine alone, and to have her all to myself. I’m tired of pretending she doesn’t affect me and now I’ve kissed her, I want more. Maybe it will get her out of my head, once and for all.
In the early hours the crowd starts to thin out and I walk over to where she’s standing by the bar.
“You’ve worked hard tonight. Thank you. A glass of champagne?” I signal to the bartender.
“Yes, please. Next time I’ll wear more comfortable shoes,” she laughs.
“I have an idea. Follow me,” I take the champagne glass and head over to my private room. It’s up the steps at the back of the club, with a one-way mirror looking over the dance floor. A wide burgundy velvet sofa fills the space. It’s a place where I’ve fallen asleep often, after settling accounts or dealing with the scum my father used to call his associates.
“Sit down,” I gesture to the sofa and hand her the glass. She sits and I sit on the low table in front of her.
Chloe giggles. “You look like you’re about to give me a pedicure.”
I smile and take off her pointed stiletto shoes. “Be quiet and drink the champagne. Orders from the top.”
She rolls her eyes, but takes a sip of her drink. I hold her right foot in my hand and start to massage it.
“Wow, that’s incredible…” She leans her head back, her body relaxing. “Do you treat all your employees this way?”
“Only the ones I have to keep throwing over my shoulder and keeping secrets for. The troublesome ones.”
“Troublesome?” She laughs. “I think trouble is probably your middle name.”
I shake my head. “I like to keep a low profile these days, Chloe.”
She lifts her head. “I don’t believe that. I’ve seen how people look at you when you walk through the club. You’re like…that guy!”
“That guy?” I lift her left foot with my other hand, so I’m rubbing them both, my fingers circling in small movements. She lets out a little breath.
“The VIP. It suits you, with a name like Zeus. King of the gods?” She leans her head back again.
“You’re quite forward for an employee, you know. Opinionated.” My hands move up to her ankles and she lifts her head as I move her legs apart, moving my knees in between them. I’m rock hard, every sinew in my body straining towards her, wanting to feel her soft skin next to mine.
She looks up at me. “Opinionated?You’rethe one who kissed me…”
“Employee harassment?” My hands are circled around her ankles and I grip them a little harder.
She laughs and shakes her head. “This isnotlike any job I’ve had before. And you still haven’t answered any of my questions.”
I spread her legs a little wider and run my hands up the inside of her calves. “I was hoping to distract you.”
“Oh, I’m very persistent.” She leans her head back again. The outline of her neck against the velvet sofa is beautiful. Everything about her is beautiful. I can’t miss this chance, this moment that I’ve been trying to resist for so many years, the urge to taste her overriding everything else.
“So am I.” I kneel down between her legs, pushing her dress up, running my hands up past her knees to the voluptuous softness of her inner thighs. Her hips buck upwards as I spread her legs wider, propping her feet up on the corner of the sofa.
I pull down the straps of her dress and bra, her big tits falling free. Better than any fantasy I’ve ever had, my mouth licking and sucking her peaked nipples, swirling them under my tongue as her breathing quickens. I’m desperate with the need to taste her, pulling her panties down and tossing them to the side. I should be taking my time, but I can’t, lost in my need for her. My head moves down between her legs, my tongue circling her clit as she arches her hips up.
“Oh, Zeus. This is so good…” Her hands claw at my shoulders as she bucks into me, filling my face with her sweetness. I lick her more insistently, spreading her lips apart and pushing one finger and then another into her dripping wetness. She starts to shudder, moaning, and then shouting out my name as she orgasms, her pussy clenching against my fingers.
She’s perfect. And I’m…not. I have to stop this before I’m in too deep. But the trouble is, I don’t know if I can.
ChapterFive
CHLOE
The light from my phone wakes me up. I’m still fuzzy from sleep, after the intensity of last night. After Zeus gave me that explosive orgasm, he helped me back on with my dress and kissed me gently on the cheek, telling me to go home and rest. Noah drove me home and I showered, got into bed, then fell asleep straight away. But now I’m awake in the morning light, wondering why Zeus didn’t want to carry on. Has he lost interest already?
