“I think we should stop the auctions,” I said, eyes sharp. “They’re fucking insane, the Club is fucking insane to be doing this.”
Maria didn’t move for a moment before delicately closing her notebook.
“Mr. Fire,” she said mildly, “You were one of the proponents of the auction. I believe you were one of the members who set forth the proposal, who argued for the auction’s pros while playing down its cons.”
I nodded furiously, my face a mask of rage.
“Yeah, but doesn’t mean that it should go on forever,” I ground out, jaw stiff, a muscle pulsing in my cheek. “Doesn’t mean we have to keep the system going.”
And Maria nodded thoughtfully again.
“Mr. Fire, forgive me for saying so, but …” her voice trailed off.
I swung around and fixed her the woman a piercing blue gaze.
“Be careful what you say next,” I growled. “Watch it.”
Maria nodded again, not at all fazed.
“Mr. Fire, it’s my job,” she said slowly. “You know that sourcing girls is my job. I find the women who go up for auction, the women who work at the Club, and,” she said with a wry smile, “even the girls who date Club members for real. The ones who become girlfriends, or later down the road, even wives,” she added, nodding at my disbelief. Holy shit, some of my brothers were using Maria as a matchmaker? A real matchmaker, along the lines of Patti Stanger, the so-called Millionaire Matchmaker? But the middle-aged woman just nodded again.
“It’s hard to believe, but in a city like this,” she said, gesturing to the wide expanse of New York in the window, “it can be hard. Everyone’s so busy, everyone has jobs that take up all their time, so yes, I fix Club members up for the real thing. With the ultimate goal of wedding bells sometimes,” she added with an arch of her eyebrows.
I started in my seat. Holy fucking shit. I had no idea that the Club provided this service. I knew that haircuts were available, doctor appointments, financial advisers, whatever stoked your fancy, but a real-life matchmaker? Holy fucking shit.
Maria merely nodded again, continuing.
“So forgive me if I appear forward,” she continued, her voice resonant, “but it sounds like you’ve fallen for this girl. Right now, Mr. Fire, you sound more like a client who’s fallen head over heels than a man who bought a woman for a week of decadence.”
And I groaned deep in my throat, slumping in my chair. Of course she was right. Of course the matchmaker was right, Maria was an expert at these things and I wasn’t exactly a pro at hiding it. Grief was pouring from my pores and I let it all out then, like an enraged tiger.
“Fuck, of course I love her,” I rasped, big hands gripping the edge of my desk, knuckles white. “I love Annie,” I ground out. “Annie James. But I can’t keep her. With all that happened …” I bit, shaking my head helplessly.
Maria was silent for a moment.
“What happened that was so terrible?” she asked, her eyes direct. “It’s unusual for one of our girls to act out, they know what they’re at the Club for.”
But I shook my head furiously again, my frustration palpable.
“It’s not her, it’s me,” I rasped once more. “I’m a motherfucker, an asshole who deserves the worst whore, not a sweet, innocent girl like Annie. I’m twenty-something years older than her, I’ve fucked so many women, I’m tainted and she’s pure, she was a virgin,” I rasped, hating myself.
But Maria wasn’t fazed.
“I’ve seen couples with bigger age gaps that worked out,” she intoned, voice smooth. “So what was it specifically about her age? Was it Annie’s lack of experience that bothered you?”
And I nodded before shaking my head, thoughts jumbled, unable to speak coherently.
“No, I fucking love how innocent she is, but I’m such a messed-up motherfucker. I made her do it. I made her have sex in front of other people, I’m the asshole who made her take dick in her pussy before an audience. What kind of fucker does that? What kind of shithead does that for a girl’s first time?” I asked, my voice tortured, the self-hate so intense that my skin crawled. “Who does that to a virgin?” I spat.
Maria’s expression stayed smooth, those brown eyes contemplative.
“And how did Annie take it?” she asked mildly. “Did she go through with it, or did she protest?”
I shook my head miserably again.
“Annie’s a good girl,” I ground out, staring at my hands, the self-loathing rolling off my big frame in waves. “She went through with it, she let me fuck her in the communal pool, she let me do it to her, pushing my dick in deep with other women watching. But she didn’t like it. It was fucking hell, and I made my woman go through that,” I ground out in a pained voice. I was never going to forgive myself, I loved the brunette so much yet had caused her untold amounts of hurt, forcing Annie to bare herself, to show off that slutty cunt, transforming her first time from something special into a spectacle for others.
But Maria wasn’t put off by my nasty words, the disgusting confession. Instead, she merely looked at me closely.
“Did Annie come?” she asked, tone careful. “Or did she fake it?”
I roared then, literally let out a bellow of rage. Annie has never faked it with me, every single time I was in her was fucking amazing, the intimacy so hot it practically cracked my balls, my dick radiating intensity, like a supernova exploding. And I knew it was the same for my girl.
“Naw, she came,” I ground out. “Hard, there was no faking it. But she hated it in the pool, so I never made her do it again.” That was true. For the rest of the week, we’d been holed up in my room, fucking like rabbits just the two of us, me coming so hard in her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth, giving her gallons an gallons of my salty sperm to swallow. And swallow she had, the brunette drinking my cum like it was the sweetest milkshake, always on her knees for more.
Maria cocked her head then.
“Well it sounds like you two are a match made in heaven,” she chuckled. “If Annie came hard in public, then she must have liked it on some level,” she said reasonably.
But I shook my head furiously.
“Naw, she hated it, I could tell,” I grunted angrily, not meeting the woman’s eyes. “I’ve been with a lot of women, Annie came hard but that doesn’t mean that she wants a repeat. That just means that she put up with it for me, that she made herself block out the audience, but it doesn’t mean that Annie’s up for that shit on a regular basis. And that’s the problem,” I said, swinging back to meet Maria’s gaze, my eyes boring into hers. “I’m a dirty motherfucker, I fuck girls in front of other people, it’s something that’s part of my DNA and if Annie wanted to keep getting my DNA, she was gonna have to learn to take it. I’m sorry,” I ground out, “but it didn’t work out.”
Maria just chuckled throatily again.
“I think you’re more similar than you realize,” she said wryly. “Because Annie came to me and voiced some issues, but ultimately, she wants to be with you, Mr. Fire. Despite everything that happened, she wants to be with you.”
My eyes flew to Maria’s face then, burning like hot coals.
“You better not be fucking with me,” I ground out in a low voice. “You better not be spewing shit or I’ll fuck you up,” I said coldly. “I don’t give a fuck that you’re a woman, I’ll fucking destroy you.”
But Maria was experienced dealing with billionaires and a half-smile flickered over her lips as she nodded again.
“I think,” she said slowly. “That if you don’t believe me, you should hear it from the mouth of the horse itself. Annie,” she called out into the empty hallway. “Come in, we’re ready for you, love.”
And I sat, speechless, unable to move. Holy fucking shit, was my best girl standing outside? Had she just heard everything I’d said? Oh god, had I caused her more pain, caused my baby more hurt, more grief, hearing the filth spew from my mouth? I could have killed myself, I didn’t want to injure her any more than I alrea
dy had, there was no reason for my woman to think that she was deficient in some way, that performing publicly was something “normal” that regular people did. Exhibitionism is for assholes like me, deviants who need it to keep their sex lives hot, who get off on strange eyes watching me force dick into pussy. I can’t explain it, but it’s me.
And my worst nightmare came true because sure enough, the front door creaked open and Annie stepped inside. She was so beautiful that all the air went out of my lungs, evaporating with a whoosh, my chest going tight, unable to breathe. Fuck, oh fuck, I was so fucked, and I absolutely hated myself, I’d take back those words if I could. I was just about to lash out at Maria for playing me, for setting me up for a fall, but the middle-aged woman was already getting up and swinging her bag over her shoulder.
“I think,” she said slowly, with a meaningful glance my way. “That you two have some items to talk about and I’ll make myself scarce now. Annie,” she said kindly at the younger woman, “you’ve got a lion here, but even lions can be tamed. So give it a try,” she said encouragingly.” And with quiet steps, Maria departed, the front latch clicking shut behind her.
That just left me and my girl and I stared so hard, I couldn’t help it. Although we’d only been apart a couple days, I looked my fill, like a blind man who could miraculously see once more, the Virgin Mary appearing before him in a vision.
“Annie,” I ground out, my voice more like a croak than a human tone. “What are you doing here?”
The girl moved closer to sit in the chair in front of my desk, her plump body bouncy, filling up the seat.
“Mr. Fire,” she said in a dulcet voice. “I live in New York.”
I jerked back, stunned, but then realization dawned. Her papers had said she was a student at Hudson University, and right, Hudson was in the city. How had I forgotten? Shit, she’d been mere miles from me, downtown to my midtown, I’d been a raging maniac when the source of my desire was right here, under my nose. But then sanity prevailed. Right, I was a raging maniac and this girl was all sweetness, I didn’t deserve someone like her.
So I looked away, unable to trust myself.
“What are you doing here?” I growled again, my voice low, deep with need.
The brunette took a deep breath, crossing her legs. Oh fuck, but a bit of white thigh came into view then and despite my efforts not to look, I practically started slavering like a dog. That curvy body beckoned to me, made me hard just by flashing a little meat, doing a small jiggle. How much I wanted to see her naked again, pinned on my bed with my dick in her pussy, bucking and squealing as I drilled her again and again, that sweet cunt wrapped around my hardness. Fuck, I almost lost it, the daydreams were so vivid, playing in my mind in a non-stop reel, I was a madman for sure.
But Annie merely nodded, taking a deep breath.
“Mr. Fire,” she began slowly, “I heard everything you said.”
I was silent, contemplating her coolly.
“That’s right, you overheard that I’m into exhibitionism,” I rumbled, voice even. “So what? We’re not a match. The thing between us, it’s done. Over,” I said in the rudest voice I could manage. It was killing me, but I had to do it. I didn’t deserve someone as innocent as her, I couldn’t corrupt her, couldn’t bring her over to the dark side.
And Annie nodded slowly, carefully, one hand pulling at the hem to her pleated skirt. Oh shit, even that one gesture inflamed me, it took all of my resolve not to bend her over the desk and drill her deep, force my flesh between those creamy thighs, to feel the hot pink steam of her interior blasting on my dick. But the woman was here for a reason, and she was going to speak.
“I heard what you said,” she repeated again, brown eyes steady on mine. “I heard every part of it. The exhibitionism, your predilections, yes, but also the loving,” she continued. Taking a deep breath, the girl looked me in the eye, straight and true. “I heard everything you said, Andrew, including the fact that you love me.”
And despite the fact that I haven’t felt embarrassed in about forty years, streaks stained my cheeks, my collar growing hot. Fuck, how did this girl do it to me? A slip of a woman half my age had the ability to make me turn into a tomato like some stammering boy in fifth grade. So relying on my natural defenses, I was immediately rude and nasty.
“That’s right,” I said in a silky voice. “I said I loved fucking you, I love feeling that hot pussy and musty ass on my dick, you’ve got two good holes baby,” I continued, hoping my disgusting words would turn her off. “I used those two holes good, didn’t I?” I said again, sinking in my chair, smirking like a motherfucker.
But Annie looked at me evenly, brown gaze steady.
“That’s true, we had amazing sex,” she said, her voice low, even urgent. “But I heard you say more than that, Andrew. I heard you tell Maria that you love me, that you love being with me, that I’m the one for you, so long as we can get over this exhibitionism thing.”
But I wasn’t giving up so easily. I’ve done dozens of business deals, faking out opponents, all of it for millions of dollars, if not billions. And you know what? I always win, so this little package before me wasn’t gonna get the upperhand.
“So what?” I tossed out nonchalantly. “A little love in the air, a little nookie, what’s it to you? How do you know I don’t say that about everyone? Maybe I tell everyone that I supposedly “love” them,” I sneered, making air quotes with my fingers.
And this time, Annie fixed me with a warning look.
“I know you Andrew Fire,” she said, her voice threaded with steel. “Don’t try it with me. I know those words don’t come to you like second nature, they don’t exactly roll of your tongue like silver. The recriminations, the insults do, but not “I love you.””
And I almost cracked then, I almost gave in entirely, my heart spilling open to this woman who was my everything. But I had to try. I had to try one more time before I ruined her life for good.
“So what?” I asked nonchalantly, steepling my fingers once more, yawning almost like I was bored. “Even if a little ‘love’ crept in there like you say, who the fuck cares? You don’t got the exhibitionism gene, baby, and I need it. I need a woman who will fuck in public, one who will take dick in her pussy while others watch. One who will take dick in her ass, even,” I said, almost like an afterthought, although my pulse was pounding, my heart thumping so loud, I prayed she couldn’t hear it.
And Annie just fixed me with a look, brown eyes searching.
“That’s right,” she said, voice even. “You need exhibitionism, and I’m willing to give it to you, Andrew Fire, in small quantities. I’m willing to work on it because no, I didn’t love putting ourselves on display, but I didn’t hate it either. I came hard that time in the pool. I came hard, Andrew, with a dozen women watching, my pussy spasmed so violently I almost blacked out with your dick inside. That’s how much I wanted you, how much I needed your body, for you to take me and make me yours. I was willing to break through all my walls, my inhibitions, to be with you. And I want you to work with me now,” she said forcefully, her eyes never leaving mine. “We can figure this out, we can make it happen … if you try.”
By now, my heart was pumping so hard I thought it might burst from my chest. Because my girl was speaking words of wonder, I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Annie was open to exhibitionism? Some at least? I wasn’t sure what the rules were, what the parameters would be, but realizing that she was talking possibilities made my heart jump, my body harden unmistakably.
“Little girl,” I rumbled, voice deep. “Do you know what you’re saying?”
And Annie rose then to circle the desk, standing by me before dropping in my lap, that sweet weight so soft, so plush that I literally jerked a little in my pants. And she felt it, the hot rush of juice seeping through the fabric, how my dick sought blindly, settling into the crevice between her cheeks, an iron rod so hot, so heavy.
“I know what I’m saying,” she breathed, linking
her arms around my neck. I know what I’m getting into, Andrew Fire. Because I love you too and there’s nothing that can stop us from being together, other than you acting a damn fool. Because that’s what couples do, that’s what men and women do when they’re in love. I’ll give a little on my side, and you’ll give a little on yours, and somehow, we’ll make this work.”
I was so tempted to crush my lips against her at that moment, to take that sweet pout in a ravenous kiss, to sweep my tongue into her warm cavern and taste the honey that was Annie. But I needed the female to understand absolutely what we were getting into, this was no joke.
“Annie,” I warned, my gaze seizing hers and my big grasp encircled that tiny waist. “I’m forty-five years old. I’m an old dog who’s set in his ways. I can’t change,” I ground out mercilessly, “It’s too late for me.”
And the brunette threw her head back and laughed then, those soft lips parting, baring her swan-like neck.
“Oh Andrew, you’re so ridiculous sometimes,” she said gently, once the rippling laughter had stopped. “You’re acting like you’re eighty, or that you’re dead,” she said. “Because only dead people can’t change. With everyone else,” she said with a small smile, “change is absolutely possible. I didn’t say it was going to be easy, or that it’s a bed of roses. But so long as you’re alive, you can make allowances, a tweak here, a tweak there, and pretty soon, you’ll have a whole new view of life.”
But I shook my head again, serious this time.
“Honey,” I rumbled once more, seizing her chin in my hand. “I get what you’re saying, and sure, I can make some exceptions, that’s no problem. But exhibitionism will always be in my DNA. I need it to get off, I need to plow your pussy in front of others, I need you to squirm and wail as my cock finds its way into your cunt in front of other people, and there’s no way to make that go away entirely. No way,” I reiterated again, eyes blazing.
But Annie merely smiled.
“I know, Mr. Fire, I know,” she said softly. “And I’m open to doing it sometimes too. We’ll have to talk about how, and when, and in front of whom, but it’s not off the table. Sometimes I’ll do it, I promise,” she whispered, her breath mingling with mine, our hearts pounding in unison.
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