After thirty minutes of screwing, she’d bolted. What he thought would be the start of their evening, had been the end. Surprised by her abrupt exit, he had an unexpected urge to chase after her.
Had he done something wrong? Not done something to her liking? He always took care of his play partners, and his failure to do so left him frustrated. After removing his mask and the condom, he stepped into the shower.
Of two things he was certain. He wanted more of this mysterious, sensual partner. And the woman he’d just hooked up with hadnotbeen Rapture.
8
The Rule Breaker
Rule number one. Don’t fuck the clientele, especially not the one you’re targeting.
A sly smile tugged on Providence’s mouth. From time to time, she had been known to bend the rules, maybe even break a few. But this? This was over-the-top insane. She had crossed a line.
After pulling on her clothes, she bolted from the Lust room. Once safely behind the locked door of her office, she removed her mask and wig, then sucked down a lungful of air.
Still trembling from their steamy romp, she gave herself a few moments to relive their connection. Dakota Luck was one hot handful she could easily get lost in.
But she couldn’t blame him for not bringing her to orgasm. That was all on her. But hewasguilty of being so damn irresistible. It was bad enough that Providence had gotten the nightclub gig under false pretenses, but to have screwed her target?
In all the years she’d been working undercover, she had never had sex on the job, with anyone. Ever.
While she didn’t want to wash away his delicious scent, her skin glistened with perspiration. She flipped on the shower in her private bathroom, stripped naked, and stepped into the stall. As the hot water pounded her, she deliberated on which of her latest sins was worse.
Having sex with her target or tampering with the club’s accounts.
Her interest in Dakota had morphed from curiosity to full-blown desire, so, with a quick stroke of her mouse, she’d canceled his hookup with Rapture, blocked the notification from pinging his account, then replaced it with a different connection.
Her.
The second he had stepped out of the SUV, everything in her world had shifted. Stryker had talked about him for so many years, he seemed more god than man.
Sure, he was gorgeous, but she needed more than a pretty face and big muscles to hold her attention. She needed a man with conviction. She needed a man with purpose that went beyond his dick or his wallet. And since that man didn’t exist, she’d settle for thirty minutes of carnal bliss. Thirty damn minutes. Had that been so wrong?
As Providence rinsed off, she thought about Dakota’s achingly beautiful blue eyes. They reminded her of an abyss that she’d be willing to fall head first into, if she were the kinda galwho was in love with love. But she was a hard-core realist, and that connection was nothing more than a fuck. A damn good one, but a fuck, nevertheless.
The more she thought about their hookup, the more aroused she became. More than anything, she wanted to haveunmaskedsex with him. And kiss him for days.
Shut that shit down. Not gonna happen.
In a huff, she turned off the water, dried off, and dressed in jeans and a black halter shirt. After toweling her wet hair, she returned to her office to shut down. It was time to clear out the members and close up for the night.
Knock, knock, knock.
She shoved the mask and wig into a drawer before opening her office door. Her heart skipped a beat, then took off in a frenzy.
Dakota filled her doorway. His dark, damp hair was a tousled mess, but it was his just-got-fucked smile that made her cheeks flush with heat.I put that smile there.While Providence was rarely happy, she got a rise out of knowing she’d done that…to him.
“I didn’t think you’d be here,” he said.
She hadn’t expected to see him, either. “So, were you planning on slipping a note under my door?” Men baffled her. This one, in particular.
“Can I come in? I need to talk with you in private.”
Ah, shit, shit, shit.He knew it wasn’t Rapture.“Sure.” She swung open the door and he stood close enough to see his whiskered cheeks, the ones he’d scraped over her breasts minutes ago.
He smelled of soap…and sex. Her insides tightened. She wanted to drag her fingers down his rock-hard pecs and continue where they had left off.
Stop it.
