Grabbing my face, he forces me to look at him. “I’m not fucking you in some closet, cupcake. But I will gladly help you get off at least once before we blow this joint so we can do just that.”
His kiss is brutal, cock grinding into me, and then—out of nowhere—he’s on his knees. I’m about to protest. Bring my knee to his face for lying. But he’s faster. Dress up. Knickers down.
“I’d love nothing more than to rip these off you, but the thought of you walking around other men without something covering your sweet pussy is more than I can take. So, for now, I’m getting them out of the way.” He drags them past one ankle, leaves the rest hanging off the other, then hooks my free leg over his shoulder.
His grin says it all—cocky bastard knows exactly what he’s doing.
“What…” I bang my head against the door, making a loud thud. “Fuck. That feels amazing. Who knew that was… oh god, don’t stop.”
Again, he does, and this time I grab his hair, amusing him. “Hold on. I assure you, you won’t be disappointed. Are you saying no man has had the pleasure of tasting your sweet frosting?”
Closing my eyes, embarrassed, I shake my head.
“Well, then. Let me show you what you’ve been missing.” Darius blows on my weeping center and dives in.
I’m not exaggerating. He buries his head between my thighs and eats me out like I’m the last meal he will ever have. He sucks on my clit, tugs it between his teeth, and then flicks it with his tongue. My legs give out, and I’m practically sitting on him while he does his best to kill me. As he sinks his fingers deep, I feel my nails digging into his scalp.
I’m riding his face like I’ve seen a few of my friends ride the mechanical bull at the bar. I refuse to let him buck me off this ride until I’ve come all over his face and he’s drained me completely.
I must have blacked out, because I don’t remember him slipping my knickers back on or fixing my dress. Although he seems to have, because he’s now standing in front of me with his arms wrapped around my hips, holding me up.
There’s a sparkle in his eyes. “Now that we’ve settled that, let’s get you out of here.”
“I can’t just leave.” I’m not sure it matters. Even if I could go back out there and work, I don’t want to.
He kisses me, softer this time. “I’ll handle Jack.”
“Who’s Jack?” I mumble against his lips that taste like me. “You should probably wash your face. My apologies, I think I made a mess.”
Grinning like a boy who just ate the last of the ice cream and proud of it, he shrugs one shoulder. “I love tasting you on me.”
I close my eyes in horror at the fact he’s not lying.
God, why is that so sexy?
“Jack owns the place. He owes me a huge favor. I’ll handle him.”
Darius grabs my hand and off we go. Leaving through the backdoor instead of the front, a black Audi is parked and waiting. He guides me inside, and I have to wonder what the hell I’m doing.
Chapter 14
Darius
As soon as we’re on the road, I make a phone call. “Ingrid no longer works for you. I’m calling in that favor. Understand?”
Jack’s voice tells me he’s disappointed but won’t fight me. “You are a pain in the ass, you know that?”
“Remember that the next time you need me to clean up one of your messes.” I’ve been helping him for years now. When he has a problem, he comes to me first. That’s what friends are for, and we’ve been friends since university.
“This means we’re even now, then. The other issue you?—”
“Not an issue anymore. I’ve got that covered,” I interrupt him.
“Do I even want to know what that means?” he grumbles. “Fucking mess you’ve put me in tonight, Falcon. What the hell am I supposed to do now without a hostess? She was golden, a gem, a fucking magnet who was about to have her pick of the?—”
“Stop! Don’t make me turn around and kick a few teeth out of your slimy clients. She’s not like that. Too good for anyof those men.” My eyes glance over at the woman next to me. “She’s probably too good for me, but that’s just too fucking bad.”
Jack laughs. “Fine. But I want to make it clear, if she’s listening, should she?—”
