Vincent. He’s sitting in the back by the wall ata small table, alone. But then his nostrils flare, and his gaze jumps up to mine.
I don’t know what to think as I weave my way toward Vincent’s table. He’s not smiling, but he’s not frowning, either—just the blank expression I’ve come to expect from him as Mr. Roth.
“It’s you,” I say brightly, as if we left off last night and today at work never happened. “Didn’t expect you to come back. Why did you leave last night?”
I guess Velvet will just put it all out there.
“I have my reasons.” That’s all he says in response. Then Vincent taps the drink menu. “Bombay Special, please.”
Drink order in hand, I head back to the bar, trying to figure out how best to approach this. Matt makes the drink quickly, then I carry it back with me. What does my boss have planned for tonight?
“Sit with me,” Vincent says when I return with the drink. Cautiously, I take a seat on his lap, and his arm loops around my back with an easy grace. He takes a sip, squinting as he does, as if he doesn’t like the drink at all.
“Do you want me to return that?” I ask, but he just shakes his head.
I feel him growing thicker under my thighs. After a few moments, he pushes the drink aside.
“Get on the table,” he says. His voice is steady and commanding. Surprised, I do as I’m told, pushing the drink out of the way again so I can sit on the edge. A few heads in the room turn to look at us, but most everyone else is occupied with a conversation or with one of the girls working the floor.
Vincent grunts low in his throat. “Pull your skirt up.”
What? He can’t possibly mean that he wants to do that again. Still, I do as the client says, hiking my skirt up so I’m bare from the hips down.
Vincent’s eyes slide down between my legs, and he wets his lips. Again, he pushes my thighs wide apart so he can wedge himself between them, then he bends down and licks me from ass to clit.
Oh, fuck. I’m toast.
CHAPTER
FIVE
ROSETTE
This is not at all how I expected my night to go, with Vincent’s hands cupped under my butt as he fucks me with his tongue. This time, he jams it inside me as if trying to lick up as much as possible, curling it to rub the tip along my channel. I’m trembling as he withdraws it and returns to circling and lapping my clit, then sucking on it like a nipple.
Damn, I’m already close, and he’s only just started playing with me. He works me even more expertly than last night, until I’m shaking andtrembling and pushing the drink farther away so it doesn’t spill.
And then, Vincent uses his finger. That bonus pressure, sliding in and pushing me open, nearly does me in. God, how does he send me to the brink so easily, like I’m his puppet? Soon I’m moaning, writhing on the table, completely oblivious to everything around us.
That’s when he uses asecondfinger. It pushes in, but together they’re so broad that I have to spread even wider to accommodate. The stretch is glorious, even if intense, and my hips arch off the table.
“Mm,” Vincent hums, the first sound I’ve heard him make. “This pussy is delicious.”
All I can do is answer with a cry when he curls his fingers and pushes them in deeper, seeking something. Then he brushes over a supremely sensitive spot, and I’m so near the edge that I can see the rocks far down below.
“Vincent,” I moan, clutching his head, seeking anything I can grab. Saying his name only seems to embolden him, and he licks even faster, pumping his hand in perfect rhythm, and I’m a goddamned goner.
It explodes out of me like a volcano erupting. Isense it when my body clamps down tight around his hand, and my thighs squeeze together of their own accord. I’m like a star, expanding and then bursting, and Vincent groans as I writhe and shake.
“Yes, come all over me,” he says, his voice thick and full of desire.
And then, without warning, he starts licking again.
Oh fuck. I try to wriggle away, my clit so sensitive I think it might erupt in flames, but Vincent stops me, keeping my hips rooted to the table.
“No,” he growls low in his throat. “Stay where I put you.”
I whimper as he renews his attack, my entire body tensing and shivering while he resumes stroking with his fingers. I’m already so high on my orgasm that this sends me catapulting even higher, and a new, blistering pressure is building deep in my belly. Vincent devours me more vigorously, his hand making wet noises as it slicks in and out, and I’m clutching his head, the only buoy I have in this storm.
