“Scoot over,” I tell her, getting into bed next to her.
Eyeing me, she moves over until she’s almost on the other edge of the bed. When I settle on my back, I look over at her and can’t help but smile as I reach out and pull her into me. “We’re snuggling, angel. If I only get you for one night, I want the entire Ace package.”
She giggles quietly and relaxes into me, her soft body fitting perfectly against mine. So warm and soothing. Fuck, I could get a full night’s sleep with her pressed up against me. Even with this raging fucking erection.
“The entire Ace package, huh?” she asks. “Does that mean I get the whole Daddy package?”
“Yeah, baby girl. It does. Close your eyes and rest.”
Her eyes flutter shut, and I run my fingers over her silky hair.
“You’re good at this,” she murmurs so softly I barely hear it.
Smiling, I look down at her resting her face against my chest, her breath warm on my skin as it starts to slow. As I stroke her hair with my left hand, my gaze moves to the letters on my knuckles, and I can’t stop myself from asking, “How’d you get the name Ace?”
When she doesn’t answer right away, I think she’s asleep. Then, she inhales, her fingers flexing slightly on my chest. “I’m a dancer. It’s just a stage name.”
I watchher sleep for hours. How is it possible for someone to look so damn sweet and angelic, but to move her body the way she does? Like a goddamn siren. So fucking beautiful. I bet she makes a fuckton of money as a dancer. Fuck, I’d give her every dime I have and ask her to dance for me like that forever.
Ace stretches out and rolls over, curling into a ball with the blankets tugged up to her neck in a cocoon, pulling them completely off me. I silently chuckle and get out of bed. Leaving the angel all tucked into my bed, I pad out to the kitchen and grab a sports drink from the stocked fridge.
That woman drained everything from me. The last time I experienced sex like that was… never. Nothing hasevercome close.
After setting the half-empty bottle on the counter, I walk across the penthouse toward the wall of windows along the back of the room and pull back one of the sheer curtains to look out at the lights of The Strip. It’s been a while since I really enjoyed the view of my home city. It’s more beautiful than I remember, but then again, I don’t usually have time to stop and enjoy it.
“Hi.” Ace’s honey-sweet voice floats through the air, my dick instantly twitching.
When I turn, I find her walking toward me in nothing but my button-down, holding the edges closed as she looks up at me, her eyes sparkling.
“Come here,” I say as I open my arms.
She obeys immediately and tilts her head to look up at me, as I turn her so her back faces the windows. She doesn’t say anything, instead, sliding her fingers over my ribs and up my chest until she reaches my beard.
Leaning down, I capture her lips, my dick pressing against her stomach. She returns my kisses, moaning into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, as something snaps.
With a handful of her hair, I yank her head back and stare down at her. “Kneel, angel. I need to fuck your hot little mouth.”
Fire flickers in her irises, and she drops to her knees, her hands gripping my thighs. Keeping hold of her hair, I fist my cock and line the head up to her puffy lips, not letting it touch her yet.
First, we need to set some boundaries.
“Do you know what a safeword is, angel?”
When her eyes sparkle up at me, I know this girl is going to be perfect for me in every way.
CHAPTER 8
Ace
Electric shocks spread through me,my pussy aching badly, but more than anything, I want his cock in my mouth. I want to taste him. “Yes.”
Raising an eyebrow, Kian cups my chin. “Tell me what you know about them.”
Swallowing, I try not to shift as my arousal drips down my thigh to my calf. “I’ve read about it in books.”
His dark eyes shine under the dim light, never looking anywhere except at me. Being his sole focus is a rush in itself. The man is so damn commanding and dominating, it shouldn’t surprise me that he’s asking about safewords.
“Yeah? You read some kinky books, angel?”
