Another fuck me moment. I was beginning to wish I’d mentioned the possibility of an alliance break with Sinclair. He’d been pissed.
“An interesting choice. Is the action occurring right now?” For fuck’s sake. The one night I decide to enjoy myself and business interrupted. We had several warehouses spread across the city, some for items for the restaurant and club. Others housing party favors and other profitable items brought in by cargo ship. I was already intrigued how the perpetrator intended on breaching our security.
“In the morning.”
After refilling the glasses, I thought I heard movement and threw a look toward the bedroom door. She wasn’t eavesdropping. Good. I didn’t need to deal with disposing of someone so beautiful because she’d overheard something she shouldn’t have. “What’s the situation?”
Hiding my irritation was impossible. “Evidently there’s a significant number of questions regarding the security at the warehouse and the club.”
“You mean Indulgence?”
“Yeah. Drugs. Designer drugs. I did a little cross referencing. According to a buddy of mine who works at the police department, they’ve seen an increase in overdoses in the last two weeks. They don’t know where it’s coming from but are cracking down on the ships coming in from South and Central America.”
Well, fuck. We weren’t in the business of doling out drugs in clubs. In fact, what little we handled of almost exclusively cocaine was done through repeat high-end clients who knew our rules. They weren’t to provide or sell to minors. I could hear the angst in my Capo’s voice. “You’re thinking there’s a chance the drugs are coming in through the liquor deliveries.” He was also still thinking Carmine Russo was behind it.
“Just a thought, boss man.”
“Don’t call me that.” I was certain I heard a noise. “Stay on the situation. Call me in the morning if your suspicions seem on the money. If so, take Zorro with you. But remember, I need proof, not accusations and nothing more.”
“You got it.”
Zorro. The first and only drug-sniffing dog of a crime syndicate. Why the hell not use one to keep our enemies honest? With the glasses in one hand, I shoved the phone into my jacket, placing the coat on the table. As with my instincts, I checked for my weapon to ensure my evening’s guest hadn’t come with an alternative plan in mind.
Stranger things had happened.
As I approached, I stopped just outside the door, paying close attention. When I walked in, I was surprised at what I’d found.
My Aphrodite was on her knees on the bed, her head lowered as if playing the perfect submissive. Hearing my approach, she lifted her head.
And I’d be damned if she didn’t lick her lips all over again.
I might not be as young as I used to be, but when her gaze dropped to my cock, my dick twitched all over again. As I approached, she offered a salacious look. Obviously, she was much more comfortable than she’d been before.
As soon as I handed her a glass, I crawled onto the bed facing her.
She lifted the flute, studying the bubbles for a few seconds before giving me what I would call a conciliatory onceover.
“See something you like?”
I cupped her jaw, taking my own sweet time to rub my fingers across her soft skin. When she pulled her head away, still pretending she had any concept of control, I curled my fingers.
The little vixen was playing me. “Maybe. Maybe not.” With her playful side showing, she took a sip of champagne while using the nail on her pinky, raking the edge down my chest. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, enjoying every bit of her playful side.
She took her sweet time while I had the desire to rip off her mask. That was the kind of control that would end up being the most difficult. With every inch, her eyes trailed the action, her mouth and even her head twisting as she traced the contours of my chest muscles.
Her chest rose and fell, and looking at her moist lips, my lingering thoughts were all very sinful. Enough so my mother would tell me I needed confession.
When she reached my bellybutton, she darted her tongue out while rolling the tip around the imperfect circle.
My muscles were tense, my balls heavy and aching. I was already hard once again. Maybe she was the one who I should consider magical.
After a heavy sigh, she tilted her glass as she took a long sip.
Only she didn’t swallow. She held the liquid inside her mouth while placing the glass on the nightstand.
The moment both hands were free, she didn’t waste any time. Within two seconds, one hand was wrapped around my ball sac, the other around the base of my cock.
Everything about her screamed of sheer innocence. Her skin was creamy ivory, completely unblemished. She was pure in every way, too innocent for me, which was why I remained in some sense of shock when she lowered her head, wrapping her luscious lips around my cockhead.
