by Nicole York
“You like being a bad girl, don’t you?”
“Only for you,” she purred.
Right answer.
He patted her pussy and left her wanting more. He could feel her eyes on him after he closed her door and walked around the hood of the car. He slid behind the wheel and revved the engine. Keesha reached over before he backed out of the parking space and rested her hand on his crotch. His jeans tightened uncomfortably as he grew hard.
Keesha let out a soft, feminine sound from deep in her throat. It surprised him when she popped open the button of his jeans and slowly pulled his fly down as they left the parking lot and turned onto a main street packed with cars.
She reached into his boxers and massaged his cock.
He stepped on the gas and she laughed like she didn’t have a care in the world as he wove through traffic to get back to the loft as soon as possible. He needed his woman on her back.
Immediately.
They reached the loft in less than fifteen minutes. By the time he pulled into his space in the underground parking garage, Keesha had nearly made him blow his load in his jeans. He scolded her and she scurried away from the car as he pulled up his fly.
Before they went to the elevators, he grabbed the bottle of wine from the back seat and wagged it back and forth. “You have to come with me if you want any of this.”
“You’d better keep your hands to yourself in that elevator, Marcus. There are cameras in there.”
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
She gave him a stern warning look. “I mean it. I don’t need your building manager knocking on your door telling you to keep your whores out of the elevators.”
“If he ever called you a whore, I’d flatten his ass out. You know that. Now get your sexy ass over here.”
Keesha moved to join him on the elevator. He held the door for her and they stepped on. As soon as the doors closed, he spun on her and pinned her against the wall. She gasped in surprise and lust and didn’t fight him as he held her there by the throat.
“I think you need a reminder of how the night is going to go, baby,” he said evenly.
She reached for his cock and rubbed him over his jeans with a sexy smile curling her perfect lips. She didn’t speak. She waited for his tongue lashing.
“You don’t run from me. When I tell you to do something, you do it.”
Keesha gripped his cock. Hard. “What do you want me to do right now?”
“I just want you to think about what I’m going to do to you tonight.”
She shuddered in his grip and closed her eyes. “Tell me.”
He kissed the side of her neck, her jaw, her cheek. “I’m going to make you forget your own name. I’m going to—”
The elevator doors slid open on Marcus’s floor. Keesha tried to break free of him but he held her in place to steal a breathless kiss. When he released her, she left the elevator ahead of him. He followed her down the hall and she waited at his door for him to find his keys. As soon as the door was open, Keesha hurried inside.
He locked up behind them and followed her into the living room, but she darted down the hall to the bathroom.
“Where the hell are you going?” he barked.
“I have to freshen up,” she said, shouldering her purse. “You pour the wine. I’ll be right out.”
He frowned suspiciously but did as she said and poured two glasses of wine. He brought them into the living room and sat them on the coffee table, waiting for her to return before he took his first sip. While he waited, he got a little more comfortable. He removed his boots and jacket and sat low on the sofa so he could rest his head back and close his eyes.
Life felt a hell of a lot different today than it had just four weeks ago.
Four weeks ago, he’d been willing to put his neck on the line for Dimitri. If push came to shove, he still would if that was what a job called for, but he felt like he had something worth living for again besides money and power. Sure, those things were still essential to him, but they couldn’t compete with the fullness he felt now that he had Keesha.
And Beth.
Now that I have people who would mourn me if I was gone.
He shook his head to clear away the thought. He was going soft, and that was something he couldn’t afford. Somehow, he’d figure out how to walk the line as Dimitri’s man and Keesha’s lover. There had to be balance. If Dimitri could do it with success, why couldn’t Marcus?
The bathroom door opened with a soft click.
Marcus cracked open one eye and peered into the shadowy depths of the hall as Keesha approached. Her steps were soft and he could tell her feet were bare. It was also obvious that she was hardly wearing any clothes.
Marcus opened his other eye and sat up straighter as she emerged from the dark hallway.
Keesha wore a skin-tight black lingerie set. It criss-crossed all around her body, reminding him of bondage gear, and it was cut high on the hips. She wore fishnet stockings under it and she turned slowly on the spot for him, letting him see the low-cut back and the way the lace framed her ass.
“Damn,” he breathed.
She looked over her shoulder at him. “Do you like it?”
“Like it? Baby, you look incredible. Come over here.”
She shook her head, leaned over, and put on a slow and tantalizing show for him by dragging her finger up her own leg as she straightened back up. “Nobody has ever seen me in this before. I bought it specifically for you.”
She knew how to cater to his controlling side—the side that knew men had seen her in outfits like this a thousand times over and still felt a little jealous.
Keesha bunched her hair up at the nape of her neck, showing off the curve of her spine. “I want you to do whatever you want to me tonight, Marcus,” she whispered. “I want you to use me up.”
That was exactly what he had in mind.
“But first, I want to give you a private show.”
Keesha danced for him without music. She didn’t need it. Her body was sensual all on its own and she found the rhythm effortlessly without needing a beat. She rolled her hips for him and put on a show of slowly taking off strips of lace. He didn’t know how she did it, but she was becoming more naked with every passing moment.
She stopped before him and placed one bare foot on the sofa between his legs. All she wore were the fishnet stockings and a strip of lace across her tits that bound them down, creating glorious cleavage and under-boob.
She was magnificent.
Marcus ran a hand up her leg to the sweet spot between her thighs. She let her head hang back as he rubbed her and sighed at the ceiling. Her long red hair hung down her back in a shimmering curtain. She raked her fingers into her hair and rolled her hips, grinding against his hand.
She was too sexy for her own good.
Marcus wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down onto the sofa beside him. She collapsed into the leather with a surprised giggle, and he pinned her beneath him to worship her with kisses and nibbles. She held his face in her hands as he worshiped her tits, became frustrated with the band keeping him from her nipples, and tore if off her body. There was still an imprint across her breasts from the fabric. Her nipples were hard and he flicked his thumbs over them, pausing to pinch them until she gasped.
He chuckled deeply and ran his hand down her stomach. He found a hole in the fishnets and rubbed her pussy. She was wet for him as always. She moaned softly as he gently rolled his thumb over her clit. Marcus eased two fingers inside her and she arched her back, inviting him in.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He took his time with her, not wanting to waste a single second. He worked her over and teased her until she was swollen and almost too sensitive to touch, and then he pulled her up onto her feet. He tore the stockings apart and stood behind her to spank her ass and hold her in place with one arm wrapped around her chest.
She gripped his wrist as he reached around her hip and rubbed he
r pussy again.
Her knees almost gave out. “I’m going to come.”
He pressed his lips to her ear. “Don’t hold back on my account.”
Within seconds, his fingers were slick with her juices. He spun her back around and forced her down on her knees. She went without protest and waited as he stripped naked. Her eyes never left his cock as he tossed the clothes aside. She crawled forward on her hands and knees and sat back on her heels.
Then she sucked him off like he was fucking royalty. Her tongue moved in exquisite circles around his tip. She took him deep, held him, and worked him over fast and steady until his cock pulsed in her throat. She moaned as she held him and he bucked hard as he came, silencing her while he filled her throat with his come.
“You spoil me,” she purred.
He hauled her back onto her feet, marched her to the sofa with one of her arms pinned behind her back, and pushed her forward onto her knees so he could bend her over the back of the sofa. Keesha giggled and shook her ass for him.
He fucked her pussy until she came and made a mess on his sofa.
Then he pulled his dripping cock out and bounced it on her ass. “Ready, baby?”
“Mhm,” she moaned.
Keesha reached back between her legs and rubbed her pussy as he eased his dick into her tight little asshole. She whimpered and flinched, but she didn’t complain. She took all of him and let out a desperate, aching sigh.
Then she started riding him.
She was such a fucking freak. Her ass bounced and the line of her spine deepened as she arched her back. She moaned like a wild animal and looked back at him with eyes that pleaded for him to go balls deep in her.
He did.
She cried out in pleasure as he thrust into her and gripped her hips. Her toes curled and her screams got louder until she was begging him not to stop.
“Please,” she cried. “Yes! Fuck!”
Her orgasm turned her into a sex-crazed creature. Her whole body shook and trembled of its own volition as Marcus finished pumping into her. When they were done, neither of them broke apart. He squeezed her ass in one hand and pressed another into the small of her back.
Keesha mumbled into the sofa cushions.
He pulled her face free from the cushions by her hair. “What was that, baby?”
Keesha’s cheeks were red and her hair was a mess. “We forgot about the wine.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I didn’t forget. I prioritized.”
She let out a breathless sigh and smiled as the afterglow of her orgasm rolled through her.
She had never looked more beautiful to him.
30
Keesha
“What do you think so far?” Dean raised his voice over the roar of the music as he rimmed a tall glass in salt. He flipped it right-side up, topped it off with ice, and poured vodka into it.
Keesha, who was restocking garnishes, wiped sweat from her brow with her forearm. “It’s a lot more intense than I expected! I’m sweating more back here than I used to on stage!”
She’d been working the bar for six solid weeks now, but never on a Friday or Saturday night when Kadia was in full swing. Tonight was her first real shift as Dean liked to call it, and she couldn’t deny that it was kicking her ass.
That didn’t mean she didn’t love it, however.
The wild hustle and bustle lit her spirit up. She loved the challenge of mixing drinks while maintaining friendly conversation and entertainment for the customers on the other side of the bar. She loved the big orders and pouring shots right into the mouths of the clientele who were there to party hard and forget the night by morning. She also loved how she could see every corner of the club from this location.
Over by the emergency exit, Vance stood with his hands in the pockets of his security jacket. They locked eyes and she nodded, sending him the signal that everything on her end was tip top. His eyes scanned the rest of the first floor and she felt safe under his watchful gaze, even though he’d failed to save her from Adam Cooper.
He’d been beating himself up a lot for that one over the past couple of weeks. It had hit him especially hard when he first found out she’d quit. At the time, he didn’t have the full story of everything that had gone down that night, but when he realized there was more to it than Adam just wanting her for his own selfish reasons, it helped ease his conscience.
Not all the way but a little bit.
Keesha made sure she sat down with him when she started working the bar shift to let him know she didn’t blame him for anything and she still trusted him. He’d asked for her forgiveness.
“There’s nothing to forgive,” she’d promised.
Since their last talk, things between them had been repaired. Vance took a few less smoke breaks than he used to and he spoke more frequently with Marcus. Keesha assumed he was stepping up his game and wanted to take his position more seriously. He was still pretty fresh, after all.
Dean handed off the salt-rimmed concoction and slid over to her behind the bar. The black foam mats at their feet were soaked with alcohol. It smelled like sweat, whiskey, vodka, and soda. She liked it over the coppery smell of the pole—and bartending didn’t give her blisters.
“You’re doing well,” he told her. “Give it a couple more weeks and this will all be muscle memory. Trust me.”
Keesha flashed him a smile. “I had a good teacher.”
He laughed. “You abso-fucking-lutely did. Now get your ass back on the front lines and take some drink orders. Let’s fill these tip jars.”
More money? Easy.
Keesha worked the bar like she worked her platform. It was her runway to strut down. She threw her hips into it, flipped her hair, batted her lashes, and pushed up her tits. She wasn’t above flashing a bit of skin behind the bar to make more money. It was a hell of a lot more conservative than her old gig at Kadia.
Marcus liked having her behind the bar, too. He’d told her all about the club he used to run with Kate back in New Orleans. The place was called Expulsion and it had been Marcus’s first taste of running the nightlife scene. He fell for it hook, line, and sinker, and after some rough years trying to find his footing in the world of underground crime, Kadia fell into his lap and became his home.
Their home.
He often joked with her that her being behind bar was an ironic role reversal. At Expulsion, he’d been the bartender and Kate had called all the business shots. Apparently, she’d been a fearless leader and ruthless businesswoman.
Keesha supposed that was part of what dragged her into the life Marcus led.
It didn’t bother Keesha that he was reminded of Kate. She was confident in her role at the club and even more confident being his woman. They fit together as well as Kadia and sex did.
Keesha threw a towel over her shoulder when two young women approached the bar. Their arms were interlinked and both of them had black glossy fingernails. They were touchy with each other and their pupils were huge.
Zandra was definitely making the rounds tonight.
“What can I get you?” Keesha called over the music.
The taller of the two girls, a fair-skinned young woman with a black pixie cut, pointed down the bar at a cocktail Dean was making. It frothed and steamed because it was made with dry ice. “We want two of those.”
“Two Breaths of Death coming right up,” Keesha said. “You want a little something special to give you a good kick in the ass first? On me.” Keesha winked. She wasn’t above flirting with anyone.
The shorter girl, who was fuller in the chest and hips, looked at the taller of the two. “Should we?”
Keesha pumped her eyebrows. “I don’t bite, lovelies. Promise.”
The tall girl nodded. “Let’s do it.”
Keesha flipped her hair over her shoulder and reached for the girl. She extended her hand and Keesha led her to the end of the bar. The shorter girl followed and Keesha grabbed two bottles, tequila and vodka. “Pick your poison.”
The tall girl pointed at the tequila.
Keesha had her turn around. Then she took the girl by the back of the neck and pulled her backward over the bar. She laughed and her cheeks turned rosy.
“Open your mouth,” Keesha demanded.
She obeyed. She opened her mouth wide and let Keesha fill her up to her teeth with tequila.
“Swallow!”
The girl swallowed and Keesha pressed a lime into her mouth while simultaneously grabbing a stamp from below the bar. She pressed it down on the girl’s cleavage, leaving the word KADIA in black ink on her tit.
Keesha knew these girls were looking to get a little wild, so she leaned over her and took the lime wedge from her mouth with her own. Then she let the girl up and reached for the second one.
“Holy shit,” the tall girl mumbled. “I don’t have to pay for that?”
Keesha shook her head as the shorter girl stepped up to receive the same treatment. “No, baby. It’s on me. You two made my night. Just come back to me if you need more drinks, okay? I’ll take care of you.”
Keesha did the same routine with the shorter girl, who had a hell of a lot more boob to stamp.
“If you two are looking for some fun, you should investigate the private rooms on the third floor,” Keesha told them. “Find the big guy with the shaved head and tell him I sent you. He’ll give you a deal.”
“Aren’t those for… sex?” The short girl looked around innocently like saying the word was going to get her fucked right there on the spot.
Keesha laughed as she whipped up their Breaths of Death. She added the last touch, which was the dry ice, and slid the glasses to them as they fogged up part of the bar. “It absolutely is. Completely private and safe. You can book it for as long as you like. And you can do whatever you like. That’s the best part.”
The girls sipped the drinks. The dry ice made it look like their breath was steaming in the air.
Both girls left the bar in a fit of flirty giggles and Keesha stared after them, missing the days where she could go to clubs with her girlfriends and get stupid like that. She’d make sure the girls had a good time—and a safe time. Every young woman deserved a night like that.
