by C. J. Thomas
Wes had been his usual self. With Kami close by his side, he didn’t want to discuss the money, only business and why I hadn’t been to Mint as much as I had been going in the past.
I flirted with each topic, hoping that he’d ease into the conversation enough to trust me with the secrets I felt he was holding close to his heart.
We talked films, future projects I had planned and how some of his clients might fit into them. Every now and then, I tried to steer him back to the money, and he’d masterfully sniff it out, turn the bow, and set sail in a new direction.
I smirked back at the reflection staring out at me in the mirror and finished buttoning my shirt.
Wes wasn’t going to make this easy.
I slung the tie over the back of my neck just before tying it.
My gut told me that he knew more about it than he was leading me to believe, and I was sure it was all because of Dex Ross.
I straightened the tie in the mirror until it was perfect.
After our little meeting, I was sure Ross went straight to Wes and let him know that I was on to them. Because that was exactly what I would have done if I was trying to keep a secret from someone as determined to uncover it as I was.
When I was finished getting ready, I looked at myself, framed perfectly inside the bathroom mirror, and knew that I was ready to pick up Alex.
She was in for the night of her life.
I left my place and raced over to her apartment in no time. She opened the door after only one knock and looked sexy as fuck.
I took a step back and let my eyes rake over every single delicious curve of her body. Her hair cascaded down the center of her back in long waves, perfectly curled twists framing her cheeks. “Fuck me. You look amazing.”
Her cheeks fanned a deep red. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” Her eyes fell over me.
I reached out, grabbed her hand, and lifted it to my lips.
She even smelled hot as fuck.
My cock turned to steel and I knew that it would take everything I had not to fuck her before we stepped one foot outside this apartment.
“Are you ready?” Her eyes flirted with mine.
“Unless you want to get something out of your system first.” I tugged on her wrist and flung it around my neck pulling her closer to me. “Is that what you’re asking?”
“Not exactly.” Her fingers grazed the nape of my neck. “But if you play your cards right, you might find luck sometime tonight.”
I growled and kissed her. “Then we better get going. If we stay here any longer,” I nipped at her lips, “I’m going to have to hike up that already dangerously short skirt and have my way with you.”
I swore I heard her whimper.
She held my gaze long enough to make me believe she was contemplating her options. Like she really wanted me to do just that.
Her feet fell flat to the floor and she broke free of my grip. I watched her prance back to the kitchen counter and snatch her clutch from the top. “Just needed to grab this.” She smiled. “Now I’m ready.”
There was an excitement to her that had me eager as fuck to get on with the night.
I took her by the hand and she laced our fingers together as I walked her to the elevator. We didn’t say much on our ride down, and when we stepped outside she stopped dead in her tracks and grabbed hold of my bicep with her free hand. “Is that yours?”
My Porsche 918 Spyder. My baby. The love of my life. “It is.”
She leaned more of her weight into my arm.
“Would you like me to take you for a spin?”
Her lips parted as she nodded.
Together, we strode to my sports car. Hell, it had me hard. And if she knew it cost me nearly one million dollars, I could only imagine how drenched her panties would be.
I opened the door. “Step inside.”
She turned to me and paused. “You aren’t going to tell me where we’re going?”
I raked my fingers to the back of her neck. “A favorite night club of mine.”
“Does it have a name?” She arched a brow.
My lips crashed down to hers. “Mint.”
53
Alex
NASH HAD PICKED out that dress for more than one reason.
I mean, how else could the mask he said I had to wear over my eyes match so flawlessly with the dress I was wearing?
Don’t get me wrong.
I loved the look.
It was like Halloween. Except it wasn’t. I could dress sexy and turn heads and get away with it without judgement that I was just doing it to draw attention to myself.
Nash could do that alone—draw all the attention without me even being here.
As if kissing him at the apartment didn’t get me all wild, the way the engine hummed every time he accelerated definitely pushed me closer to that elusive edge. I was basically orgasming at first sight of the flaming red Porsche.
It was gorgeous.
Nash’s hand came to rest on the small of my back. “You have no idea how hard you have me.” His eyes, filled with desire, drifted over me. “The way that dress fits so tightly to your body. God damn, we are going to have some fun tonight.”
I snaked my arm around his waist and let him lead me further inside.
He said his ride was one of the most expensive sports cars in the world. And after seeing him drive it, having our bodies press further back into the seats each time he pushed down on the gas, I believed him.
Somehow, he’d managed to get me to agree to have him take me inside the exclusive—and secretive—night club, Mint.
I don’t know how he did it, but he did it.
It didn’t feel dirty, as I’d imagined a sex club would. Even through the dim lighting and dozens of eyes staring and hiding behind their own masks, I didn’t think it felt too different than any other expensive night club I’d partied at before.
Yet, my stomach rolled and tumbled over itself the further Nash led me inside.
There was no way I could tell Kendra just how excited I was to have him take me here. We’d spent the entire night researching the place, and I didn’t know if it was the car or the way he looked, snugged so tight into that sexy suit of his, but either way, he’d managed to make me feel comfortable, and that was enough for me.
There was a slight hesitation that occasionally made my skin quiver, but other than that, I managed to brush most of my concerns to the side, no longer troubled that maybe he had been here with another woman only hours ago.
I was curious, and wanted to learn more about Mint—and Nash. So tonight was the night to let my guard down and continue trusting this deeply mysterious man I couldn’t get enough of.
His hand squeezed mine and I held onto him, fearful that if I let go, I’d lose him forever and I’d be lost in such an unfamiliar web where faces were kept hidden.
We skirted the bar and the tender nodded at Nash.
“What was that?”
“He’ll make our drinks and send them over when they’re ready.”
“He knows what to make?” My brows drew together.
“Trust me.” He leaned close to my ear. “You’ll like it.”
I didn’t know what to think. I was so out of my element, it wasn’t even funny. But, apparently, Nash was a regular and even the bartender knew what to make him without any words being exchanged.
As for me, all I could do was wait and see if he was right about what I liked.
Nash pulled out a chair at a small round table meant for two. I sat, and he tucked me in like the true gentleman that he was.
I sheepishly looked around, thinking this wasn’t what I expected at all. When I wasn’t getting off on the way it felt to passenger in such a hot ride, my thoughts drifted to the worst case scenario.
The noise of the band shook the walls and drowned out the conversation. In the distance, people were dancing, smiles spread across the only exposed parts of their faces as if they didn’t have a care in the world. Most were dr
essed in expensive designer suits and gowns, and all were hiding behind ballroom masks.
I’d seen this stuff in movies, but never in real life. To say that it felt a bit surreal would be the understatement of the day.
“Give me your hands.” Nash slid his elbows across the table and wiggled his fingers. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re pleasantly surprised.”
And I was. “Maybe. Just a little.” I moved my clammy palms from beneath the table and let them come to rest in his strong hands.
“I’m just wondering why that is.”
I kept looking around, taking it all in, and caught more than one man’s eye staring at me. “I heard rumors about this place.” I found Nash’s dominant gaze.
“Have you now?” He grinned and angled his head to the side.
“I have.” My tongue slid over my lips. “Is it true?”
Our drinks came and Nash refused to let go of my hands.
“It depends.”
“On what?” My eyes drifted to the draft beer and watched the froth spill over the sides.
“If that’s something you’re into.”
It was like he knew how much I loved dark beer. This wasn’t some lady drink he’d ordered. He ordered me a beer. That meant something. No one did that. Especially when wearing a dress like mine. “And, what exactly, is that something?”
He stood and hovered over me. “Here, let me show you.”
54
Nash
I SMOOTHED my hands from the cusps of her large breasts, all the way down to her wide hips, and pulled her back until her ass was riding my hardness.
The way she felt inside the grasp of my hands was the most incredible thing in the world right now. My cock was painfully hard, and when I closed my eyes, it twitched as if the smell of her fruity scent went straight between my legs.
Together we danced across the floor, moving in perfect unison to the quick beat of the music blaring from center-stage.
She grinded on my thigh and I cupped her ass. We moved together like we’d been doing this our whole lives.
It was that easy.
I took her by the hand and twirled her around, swinging her off to the side and watch the crowd move out of our way. Then she came twirling back into my chest before we did it all over again.
She was having a ball, and so was I.
I should have known that Alex could dance. The way she rocked her hips on my shaft every time I plunged inside her was similar to the way she moved her body against mine tonight.
The woman could shake it, and the only difference was that, now, at this moment in time, we still had our clothes on.
But what she didn’t know was that I’d soon have her naked.
One step and twirl at a time, I eased her across the room. When the music stopped between songs, I slid my hand down the inside of her forearm and linked our fingers and began leading her down the dark hallway to my private room.
“That was fun, Nash.” Her heels clacked on the floor behind me. “I didn’t know you could dance.”
“That’s funny.” I glanced over my shoulder. “I could say the same about you.”
“Oh, yeah. I love dancing. Always have.”
I spun around and cupped her face between my hands.
Her breath caught in her chest as her eyes danced with mine.
I brushed my lips over hers. “I could dance with you all night.”
“Then why don’t you?” Her words were nothing more than a whisper.
My lips crashed over hers and she parted her mouth and sucked my tongue over hers. She tasted like a chocolate stout, cold and frothy, and every bit delicious.
I slurped her up and knew that it was time that I made her mine.
I pulled back and watched the heat spread across her cheeks as she pleaded with her eyes for me to take her. “There’s something I want to show you.” I reached to my right and opened the door, nudging her inside.
She dropped my hand and slowly walked to the center of the room. “So it is true.” Her fingertips brushed lightly over the edge of the bed.
I stepped up and curled my fingers over her shoulders, inhaling the scent of her hair. “Alex, I brought you here tonight because I think you’re ready.” I licked her neck.
She twirled around to face me. “Ready for what?”
I chuckled. “To be mine.” My cock pressed firmly against my zipper. “All mine.”
Her brows knitted together. “I don’t understand.”
My fingers combed through her hair until I cupped the back of her skull with my hand.
“I thought we already were.” Her tongue slid over her bottom lip. “You said I was your only one.”
“And you are.” I nipped at her lips. “But now I want you to do something for me.”
Her eyes darted between mine.
“Alex, I want you to be my Sub.”
She swallowed hard. “I’m not sure I know what you’re asking.”
I lifted my head and let my eyes drift over her shoulder until they landed on the bed. “Take a look around.”
Her head twisted around until she was looking behind her.
“What I’m asking of you, is to obey.” My balls tightened. “Do as I say, when I say.”
Slowly, she turned back to look at me. “I do that already.”
“I know.” My pupils dilated. “But now I want you to be aware of what it is we’re already doing.” I walked her to the the bed and guided her down to the edge where I made her sit.
I moved to the dresser next to the bed, opened the drawer, and pulled out a leather collar. Alex’s eyes watched me every step of the way, right up until I knelt down in front of her. “Alex, you’re an amazing woman, you know that, right?”
“Thank you.” She blushed.
“Good.” I pulled the collar strap free and opened it up. “I’ve promised to keep your career on track. I’ve given you a place to live. And I’ve offered my protection against the people who are after the money you found.”
Her chin dropped to the side as she squeezed her eyes shut.
I hooked a finger beneath her chin and brought her eyes back on mine. “I’ve done all that for you. Haven’t I?”
She nodded and gave me a weak smile.
“And you won’t have to worry about any of that after you accept this offer.”
Her eyes cast down to the open collar. “If you want me to wear it, I’ll do it. Anything, Nash. I know just how lucky I am to have you.”
I opened the collar and lifted it to her neck. “Once this goes on, sex with me will be different.” I reached around her neck. “More different than anything you’ve ever experienced before. You understand?” I closed the collar around her neck and clasped it shut.
She nodded.
“And now, from here on out, you are my Sub and I am your Dom.” I kissed her before standing.
She stared at me with big round puppy dog eyes as I unzipped my pants and put my cock to her lips.
55
Alex
HE SAID all I had to do was listen and follow his lead.
So I did.
Nothing was new.
That was what I’d always done when it came to me and Nash.
Except now he’d put titles to each of our roles, and somehow that made it seem like we turned some kind of corner in our relationship. I just didn’t know what that really meant quite yet. It was too early to tell.
“Open up.” His voice was deep, sexy, and husky and sent waves of electricity between my thighs.
My lips parted and my heart beat fiercely against my ribs.
He slid his thick cockhead over my tongue until it hit the roof of my mouth.
The taste of his masculinity had me pooling between my thighs, and if he kept this up, I was surely to come without him ever entering me.
I reached up and cupped his balls inside the palm of my hand.
I’d wanted him inside me ever since he sped us across town from my apartment, and now knowing that he c
ould dance as well as he could sex me up . . . well, let’s just say that was the icing on top of an already delicious cake.
My tongue flattened against his warmth and he slowly pumped in and out of me.
From here on out, it was going to be extremely difficult to not be gushing wet whenever I found myself staring deep into those dark mysterious eyes of his.
He gripped the base of his shaft and pulled his hardness out of my mouth, letting his swollen purple helmet glide over my lips to each of the corners of my mouth. “There are certain rules you’re going to follow.”
I coiled my tongue over his throbbing sex. “Okay.”
“First, I need to remind you—” He pushed his swollen girth back inside my mouth. “That you can only come when I tell you to.” He pulled back out.
“Okay.” I massaged the tender flesh behind his sack.
“Second.” He rocked his hips forward and I swallowed him again. “You will call me, Master.”
I caught my breath when he pulled himself back out. “Yes, Master.”
“And third.” He slid his heated cock past my lips once more. “If it ever gets too rough, you will tell me to stop by saying our safe word.”
He pulled out and I curled my fingers over his shaft. “Safe word?”
The corners of his lips tugged upward into a knowing smirk.
“And what would that be?” I pulled his cock to the side and licked him from the base up to the head.
A groan escaped from deep inside his chest.
I did it again, marveling at his tremendous length, loving how smooth it felt against my tongue and how I needed him inside me.
“Omaha.”
I swallowed him to the back of my throat, and when I popped him out, I repeated, “Omaha.”
“Remember it.” He fisted my hair and flexed his muscles.
My cheeks hollowed and I sucked him hard and fast, hoping to god that I’d never need to use our safe word.
He widened his stance and flexed his ab muscles as I worked every inch of him.
Just the idea of a safe word had me questioning him, and why in the hell we would need a safe word in the first place. The idea alone should have been cause for concern, yet, strangely, it only set my insides ablaze and made me want him even more.
