Page 88 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Two

“Yup,” I say, a small smile on my lips. “You go find yourman while I go get mine.”

Iris smirks sweetly. “Go easy on her.”

“No, ma’am.”

He sees me first, meeting my eyes over her shoulder andsmiling that slow smile that says I woke up this morning with my dick in yourmouth.

“Hello,” I say, pulling up beside him and staring pointedlyat the beautiful platinum blonde with the dark eyes. “Naz, honey, introduce meto your friend.”

“Of course.” He slips an arm around my waist and drops akiss on top of my head. “This is Giovanna. She works here. Giovanna, this is mygirl, Takira.”

Giovanna’s smile freezes and then shrivels, her panickedeyes flitting between Naz and me.

“Oh, I…” Her Italian accent is thick, and her Italianfeatures are striking. “It’s nice to meet you. I was just saying…I was asking—”

“Apparently there’s a room in the back where couplessometimes…” Naz waggles his brows. “You know.”

“Oh.” I clap my hands under my chin. “I wannasee.”

There’s a dense silence following my words. Giovanna’sexpression goes from awkward to interested in half a second flat.

“Si.” She nods enthusiastically andgrabs my hand, heading for a corridor at the rear of the club.

“Kira.” Naz grabs my other hand, pulling us all to a halt.“We don’t need to—”

“Come on,” I coax.

Our eyes hold for a few seconds before he concedes andinclines his head for Giovanna to lead us. We weave our way down the longpassageway lined with doors. Giovanna holds one of my hands, and Naz holds theother. When we reach the last door, he tugs me to his side and eyes Giovanna,his expression impassive.

The door swings open to reveal a room with a plush couchagainst the wall and the same marble floor that runs the length of the hallway.

“See?” Giovanna sings, eyeing us both, her smile growingwider when she closes and locks the door. “Private.”

She takes a step toward Naz and presses her hand to hischest, and I clasp her wrist, carefully lifting her hand away.

“That’s as far as you go,” I say. “I’ll take it from here.”

Giovanna freezes, confusion on her pretty face and in herluminous, dark eyes. She pouts and looks between the two of us like we stoleher toys before she leaves. In the quiet that follows, I step up to Naz, subtlyinching him back until we reach the couch. I push his shoulder, and he sits,looking up at me with ravenous eyes. I bend to place my knees on either side ofhis spread thighs, straddling him, my dress fanning out over his lap in aflurry of silk.

He strokes the exposed skin of my back. “I don’t want anyonebut you.”

“And I don’t want anyone but you.” I dip my head, taking hismouth in a kiss so carnal, it burns my lips and sets fire to my blood. Withtomorrow taunting me, closing in on our Utopia, I clutch his strong arms, clasphis face between trembling hands, rock my hips over his erection. The frictionthrough the thin lace of my thong arrows desire in me and steals the breathfrom my lungs and every thought but him from my mind. His hand slips into theside cut-out of my dress to palm my breast beneath the silk, pinching mynipple.

“You want to choke me, I’m down,” I breathe in his ear. “Youwant to fuck me in the ass, you can. You want Giovannato come back and eat me out while you watch, you can have that, too. I lovemaking you feel good. Just tell me what you want.”

I seal the offer with a kiss that gives him everything Ipromised and more. It lifts every barrier between us. Even still clothed, mywords and the greedy, compulsive need winding between us strip us naked. I’mputty in his hands, and he’s putty in mine, and with every touch, we mold eachother into exactly what the other needs, while never losing ourselves.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers into our kiss, his voiceraw, his hands desperate, clenching on my thighs, urging the flowing skirthigher to expose my thong.

“I just did.” I laugh against hislips.

“I’m serious, Kira.” He leans his head away when I move tokiss him again. “We fly back tomorrow.”

“I know.” I take the collar of his shirt between my fingersand raise my eyes no higher than his Adam’s apple. “You’ll go back to SanDiego?”

“In the off-season, I live in LA. Not far from Kenan andLotus.” He cups my face and presses his forehead to mine. “Come stay with me.”

A startled gasp slips past my lips. “It’s only been twoweeks.”