He shuts the door and I look around at the interior. It even smells new. I wonder how often he drives it, or if he drives himself at all. He probably has a chauffeur that takes him where he needs to go.
I can’t believe I’m in Menace Grant’s car. He’s been spank bank material for years, especially when he has an underwear spread. I’m not sure if they pack his briefs with tube socks, but fuck, I’d like to find out.
Menace gets behind the wheel but doesn’t start the car immediately. The air feels charged between us, like we’ll combust if we move.
He looks over at me, that same heated gaze he’s been giving me all night. Fuck, is he feeling it too? This inexplicable draw between us? That buzz that makes me feel like I’ll come out of my skin if he doesn’t touch me?
As delicately as he did when we were inside, Menace runs a finger along my cheek. “What is it about you, Mr.Washington?”
Breathing out slowly, I say in a voice husky with heat, “I could ask you the same thing.”
With a cocky grin, he says, “I know what it is about me. I’m a model, so I know I look good.” A laugh burst from my throat, but the brief moment of humor doesn’t stop the sparks of heat drifting between us. “You don’t see me for that though, do you?”
“I mean, that’s not all I see. But you’re Menace Grant. Young Hill would have given his left nut for a chance to sit in the same car as you.”
Bold as fuck, Menace leans over and drops his hand to my crotch. I jump but widen my legs, letting him grip my hard shaft through my pants. “Nah, I’d rather like your nuts where they are.”
“Fuck,” I murmur, opening my mouth so I can pant while not taking my eyes from his. “What do you want to do with them?”
“Come back to my place and find out.”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
Menace leans closer and I think he’s going to kiss me. I can almost feel his plump mouth on mine, warm and soft.
But he only whispers, “Tell me now if you’re unsure. When I get you alone, I won’t let you go until I’m done with you.”
Licking my lips—my tongue barely grazing his bottom lip—I whisper, “Show me.”
Menace’s condo is nice. The opulence is obvious, but it’s toned down and homey.
The open concept makes the condo look bigger, the floor-to-ceiling windows with panoramic views making me feel slightly dizzy.
Still, I walk over to them and look down at the view. It’s breathtaking.
“Why did you pick a place on the twenty-fifth floor?”
Menace steps behind me, his body heat radiating off him into me. “For views like this.” He turns me around and presses his body into mine, tipping my chin up. “And so I can fuck someone against them without anyone seeing.”
Smirking, I rest a hand on his hip. “Have you done that before?” He grins and shakes his head. “Hmm.”
“Have you ever gone home with someone before?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No. I work too much and don’t usually go out. You?”
He shakes his head. “Nah. I was in a relationship for about a year, but things didn’t work out.”
Everyone knew about Menace’s relationship with an up-and-coming model. They looked really good together, but I never felt they had chemistry. I always thought it was one of those industry relationships that was used for good PR for both parties.
“Why?” I ask, the journalist in me making me nosey as fuck.
“I’m too possessive. I wanted more than he was willing to give.”
“What did you want him to give you?” I ask, my chest heaving with how heavily I’m panting.
Rubbing a finger over my bottom lip, he says, “Everything.”
“You trying to scare me away?” I ask innocently.
