“Give me two days. I will have them for you. I would have them tomorrow, but the situation is delicate, and I need to be careful.”
“I understand.” I stand up. “I’m staying at the Meridian. Give me a call when the goods are ready.”
He stands. “Why don’t you come with me to the club across the street? Drinks are on me.”
I don’t answer and follow him. Maybe I should take him up on that drink. I have, after all, two days and almost nothing to do.
Why did I come to the club? I should have declined and driven back to my hotel room instead of sitting at the bar alone, watching a perfect round ass in a short leather skirt, talking with the bartender who delivered my drink to me. After Nico excused himself, he needed to take care of something. I was not interested in sitting alone in the VIP lounge. I moved to the bar in the hope of turning my back on the crowd and avoidinggetting involved with any of the women here. But here I am, doing what I tried to avoid.
She turns, and her mischievous eyes land on mine before she walks toward me. I take a sip of my drink, my eyes never leaving hers as I watch her approach. I scan her body. Her legs are covered with over-the-knee leather boots, leaving her thighs exposed, and her short skirt barely covers her pussy. My eyes sweep over the sliver of her bare stomach and rise to the soft, rounded swell of her breasts beneath the shimmering lace. Her shoulders are clad in a short leather jacket that fits her like a second skin. Her hair cascades down her shoulders, veiling half of her back.
At first, I thought she was a dancer here, but from the way she’s holding herself, I know she isn’t. This is a woman who is confident, who stands her ground, who knows what she wants. One I shouldn’t have any interest in. And yet, when my eyes meet hers as she stands in front of me, I’m met with dangerous, beautiful green eyes and full lips that leave me with only one working head, and not the one on my shoulders. I can’t help but think of how I could make those eyes even greener and how those red lips would wrap perfectly around my cock. I run my tongue over my lower lip as I watch her open her mouth to say something, but my brain still isn’t working. She raises a perfectly groomed eyebrow at me, and I shake my head, exiting the trance she induced.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear what you said.”
“I asked if you’d like another drink?” She points to my empty glass.
Should I take one more drink? It isn't like I have anywhere to be. I may even end up having some fun. I grin. “Only if you join me.”
She smiles and signals the bartender, who brings me another drink and, for her, of course, a margarita.
“You work here?” I ask
She tilts her head to the side and observes me. “Not officially.”
“What does that mean?”
“Sometimes, I help out, that’s all. What about you? I haven’t seen you here before.”
“First time here. Business meeting.”
“Was the meeting that bad?”
I chuckle. “Maybe.”
She grins and bites down on her lip. “Do you want a distraction?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Less talk, more action.”
I finish my drink in one go. “Lead the way.”
She leans over the bar, taking a bottle of whiskey from the counter, and I follow her to the corner of the club into one of the booths. I slide inside, and before she can take her seat, I grab her waist and pull her onto my hard cock. Her breath hitches, and her hands land on my shoulders.
I place my hand between her naked thighs, with the other firmly wrapped around her waist.
“You know what I fantasized about earlier, before you approached me?” She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head. “I fantasized about how your lips would look perfect puffed around my cock and how your eyes would glisten with tears, making that stunning green pop while you choke on my dick.” Her eyes widen, and her breath hitches. I can feel a slight tremble in her body. “Would you like that?”
Her eyes narrow. “I don’t kneel for any man,” she bites out, but still stays in my lap.
“So,” I say, and my hand moves up from between her thighs. “If I put my finger between your pussy lips, you wouldn’t be wet for me?”
She smirks. “Oh, I would. But to get me on my knees, you need to earn it.”
“Is that so?” I grin when she raises her eyebrow again. Challenge accepted. I raise my hand and sink my fingers into her hair before fisting it in my hand and pulling her toward me into a kiss.
I swipe my tongue between her lips, tasting her. My senses explode with the taste of cherries. I push my tongue deeper inside her mouth, hers meeting mine. The taste of my whiskey mixes with her margarita as we both fight for dominance. She wants control, but little does she know, I never give it up. I’ve always taken the kind of woman who yields without a fight, who lets me do what I want, how I want.
