It turned outthat the apricot-colored dress was actually a gorgeous iridescent silk confection.Elizabeth smoothed her gloved hands down the shimmering overskirt that had a multitude of tiny orange rosettes sewn throughout.Then she took a deep breath and started up the front stairs of the Blue Angel.
The front door opened, and a man with sandy-brown hair and a neatly trimmed mustache greeted her.“Good evening, Miss Harper.You are right on time,” he said with a grin of approval.“Right this way.”
“Good evening, Mr.…?”she asked.
“I am Rob Morrow, the Angel’s floor manager.Mr.Reeves is expecting you and asked me to keep an eye out while he makes his rounds to speak with guests.”
With guests?“You make it sound as though he is throwing a fancy garden party.”
Mr.Morrow smiled.“Hardly.But he does make sure to make nice with all the high stakes players.”He leaned down to speak more softly next to her ear.“It’s his least favorite part of running the place.Makes him grumpy to play nice.So, I’m glad you are here to brighten his mood.”
She chuckled.“That sounds about right.My last visit here was a whirlwind and ended in tragedy.I hope tonight I can have a chance to observe everything that goes on.”
“I must insist on your discretion.”Mr.Morrow’s expression turned serious.“Mr.Reeves assured me you were here strictly as a social call.”
She gave the floor manager a reassuring smile.“I am simply a guest of Mr.Reeves.I never write about my personal adventures.”Elizabeth made a small cross over her heart.
The man’s shoulders relaxed.His smile returned.“Let’s go find him then, shall we?”
They walked into the first room, the one with the large oval hazard table.There were plenty of people in the hell this evening, but she had no trouble finding Matthew.He stood a head taller than most.His messy curls were hard to miss in a sea of hats.As though he could sense her perusal, he turned, and their gazes collided.He said something to the man next to him and then strode across the room toward her.His eyes roamed the length of her with heat flashing in their mahogany depths.A syrupy warmth spread through her as he approached.She stepped forward as if pulled to him by an invisible cord.
Matthew came to a stop in front of her and reached for her hands.He lifted them and kissed her satin-covered fingers, first on one hand, then the other.“I’m so happy you’re here.You look beautiful.”
“Thank you for inviting me.”She stared up at him.The noise and people around them disappeared.All she could think about was the way he’d looked last night.His bare skin burnished by candlelight and all that powerful muscle climbing over her, on top of her.She bit down on her bottom lip and Matthew gripped her hands tighter.
“Rob, we are going to have supper in my private room before the show tonight.Don’t bother me unless someone is dead.”He placed his hand at her waist and guided her through the room toward the back hallway.
Elizabeth scrunched her nose.“Really?Did you just say that after what happened last time?”
He shrugged.“Bad choice of words, but I mean it.Nobody will bother us this time.”When they had made it through the maze of corridors, past all the private party rooms, he opened the door to his private room and ushered her inside.The snick of the lock followed, and then she was in his arms.
Elizabeth laughed as he buried his face in her neck, trailing kisses up to her jaw.
“I missed you.I was a fool to ever leave your bed.”He cupped her jaw and kissed her.
Sinking against him, she kissed him back.The simple press of lips soon became messy, with open-mouthed kisses and tongues tangling as both of them succumbed to the flare of desire between them.Lord, this man was the fire.She gripped his shoulders and let herself be consumed.When she was in his arms, everything else disappeared.Within the iron clasp of his arms, she could only feel.The hot stroke of his lips, the slick caress of his tongue, the hard pressure of his cock against her belly.Her core grew damp in response, yearning for the frantic press of their bodies like last night.
Mathew picked her up off her feet and walked across the room.The solid surface of the billiards table pressed into the back of her thighs as he set her down on top.She slid her hands into his hair, gripping his head to keep his mouth on hers.His hands roamed down her back and back up, coming around to cup her breasts, his thumb trailing over the silk, causing her nipple to pebble under his touch.
She giggled at his low groan.“There was no room for a corset under this gown.It fit so nicely and was such a pretty color I decided to wear it anyway.”
“Are you telling me you are not wearing anything under this gown?”The husky scratch of his voice sent heat curling down her spine.
“Just my stockings.”Elizabeth leaned back onto her hands to give him better access as his tongue dipped below the silk to trace a wet path across one breast.He roughly pushed one of the puffed sleeves off her shoulder and she moaned as his tongue laved at her nipple that he was able to free.He tugged roughly at the neckline, searching for further access.
“Matthew, don’t tear this dress.It’s only on loan.”
“I’ll pay for any damage.”His comment was muffled as he pulled her nipple into his mouth.
She grasped his hair and pulled his head back so he was forced to look at her.“And what about attending the show?Shall I go with a torn dress?”
Matthew’s lips tipped in a wicked smile.“You’re right.”He gently pushed her sleeve back up onto her shoulder.“I promise not to ruin your dress.It’s beautiful.”Then he slid to his knees and slipped his hands under the hem of her skirt, caressing her calves.“And so are you.All I could think about today was your soft skin, your lush curves, the soft moans you gifted me as you rubbed your pussy up and down my cock.”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about last night as well,” she admitted.“About the hot trail of your tongue across my body, your strong hands touching and teasing, the delicious weight of you on top of me as your cock pushed inside of me.”
His eyes closed with another groan.When they snapped back open, his expression was feral.He pushed her skirts up over her knees.“There was one place I didn’t get to taste last night.”
He kissed the inside of one thigh above the ribbon of her stocking, searing the skin with his warm lips.His tongue traced a wet path slowly up to the juncture of her legs.“Pull those skirts up higher, luv.Let me see your pussy.”
