“What the fuck do you want, McQueen?” I grind out evenly. “I’m not in the mood for you, and this isn’t your party. If you want to annoy someone, Cairo is out there with dozens of pretentious assholes who want in on his new crown.”
“Does that mean I still can’t pay to watch?” She steps deeper into the room, amongst my guys with their weapons still out, but no one makes a move except her. “I’m looking to take my mind off some things.”
Aren’t we both?
I give her an unimpressed glance, then thread my fingers through my new toy’s black hair, steering his lips back to my now semi-hard cock. “Throw the money on the pool table, and enjoy the show.”
If she wants to torture herself by watching me get head from some mindless blowjob, that’s on her. I didn’t ask her here. I didn’t set her up this time.
This is all her.
Period.
Bay tosses the bills along the red felt of the pool table, glazing her fingertips along the edge before propping her ass along it.
My little play toy is right in front of her, on his knees as he begins to pleasure me again.
Bay smiles.
I glower.
I have zero clue what the fuck she wants or what her plan is, but she’s pissing me off and now this is awkward as fuck.
“I know you’re not here for fun,” I hedge evenly. “And this isn’t the time for business.”
“Heard you were over here,” she muses smoothly, crossing her sexy legs. “Thought I’d come see what you were up to.”
“I’m busy.”
She nods toward the dude. “I see.” Very slowly, she pushes off the pool table and ambles toward me, her eyes locked on me like a trance only she can break. “I was hoping you’d let me in on it.”
My eyebrows clip together. “Onwhat?”
Her body stops when she’s within an inch of my side, careful not to touch the dude going down on me but up in my shit anyway.
She reaches out for me, fingertips brushing along my cheek, and I mindlessly flinch from her touch.
I’m not falling for this shit again.
I’m not falling intoheragain.
“What do you want from me, McQueen?” I leer through gritted teeth. “Like I said, I’m not in the mood for your bullshit today.”
Bay steals a look from her men, jerking her head slightly for them to get lost.
I don’t do the same.
They must do what she asks because she glances back at me, and I can’t help the shitty comment from leaving my lips. “You don’t want them to know all the dirty shit you like to do, McQueen?”
“Do you want me to bring them back in here?” she asks easily. “I was just saving some of your reputation.”
“Myreputation? You honestly think I give a fuck about what The Nameless think of me?”
“No. But I thought you’d want to keep your stamina under wraps with how quickly you blow your load.”
I scoff, breaking off our staring contest because if she came here to taunt me, she’s not going to win.
“I want you to kiss me,” she replies, blunt as fuck, causing my mouth to part off a retort, but before I can even tell her to go fuck off she tacks on, “I want to make you come.”
