by Nikki Sloane
He nodded and held out her chair, which she slipped into. Once we were all seated, tension gripped the table. It wasn’t just uncomfortable, it was fucking painful.
“What a relief,” Claudia said abruptly. “I was worried this was going to be horribly awkward.”
Noemi let out a tight laugh, and some of the tension dissipated.
The night after Noemi had been admitted to the hospital with the concussion, Rosso had gone to the blindfold club, demanding to see me. Payton had relayed the story, how shocked he’d been when he learned I’d sold the club to try to be with his daughter.
Since she was smart, Payton convinced Rosso to have a drink while Julius called Claudia to get her ass to the club, and she came running. How had I not picked up on it? She’d been exclusive to Mr. Red for more than a year.
He’d gone into Claudia’s room, only she wasn’t naked and bound to the table like usual. She’d been clothed and sitting in the chair, wearing the blindfold to protect his identity. With what had happened, everyone was concerned Mr. Red wouldn’t be back, and Claudia confessed she didn’t want to lose him.
Not his money, but the man.
She was in love with him, and neither one of them knew the other’s real name.
Rosso had been fucking Clare, but when he took off her blindfold that night, he fell hard for the woman beneath it—Claudia. His divorce papers were only a few weeks old when he’d been photographed at a romantic dinner with Claudia.
Noemi’s father didn’t visit the club anymore, but he didn’t come after it to try to tear me down, as he had no reason to do either. Julius was still mining Rosso’s connections and finding new clients. Business remained strong, and I was pleased about that, even as my structured deal ran its course and I was no longer affiliated.
I stared at Rosso’s hazel eyes. Perhaps he’d never get over who I was, but nothing lasted forever. Just that one thing, I reminded myself. I’d have to get Silas to work it into the tattoo.
I glanced down at the delicate hand that was encased in mine, resting in my lap, and back up to her. A smile broke on her gorgeous face.
Noemi Rosso. My girlfriend, my submissive, and the fucking love of my life.
chapter
THIRTY-TWO
NOEMI
When the Porsche pulled up in front of my apartment building, I hurried out into the August heat that was thick as a wall even though it was nighttime.
“Whoa,” Joseph said when I slid into the passenger seat, his gaze lingering on my dress. “Where’d you find that?”
“A thrift store over on the south side. Isn’t it totally rad? Gnarly?”
He gave me a half-smile, laced with seduction. “It’s something.”
“Look at you, Don Johnson.” He had on a pale grey sports jacket with the sleeves pushed up, and a salmon colored shirt beneath. Gorgeous no matter what decade we were dressed for.
“I’m surprised you know who that is.” He put the car in motion when my seatbelt was on. “Why is your generation so obsessed with the eighties? You weren’t even alive.”
I grinned. This whole thing had been my idea to energize sales at Dune. 1980s prices on a few featured cocktails while eighties music filled the club, once a month, and dress-up was encouraged. Joseph had found a DJ that was phenomenal at remixing all the Culture Club and Flock of Seagulls with driving bass to keep it fresh and the dance floor packed. Last month had been the trial run, and sales were through the roof.
Tonight we’d decided to see the success for ourselves.
“The eighties seemed like they were awesome,” I said. “God, the big hair. How much cocaine did you do?”
“Ha, ha. I was in elementary school.”
My dress was killer, but also itchy. A tight bodice of midnight-blue satin that was covered with black lace. An off-the-shoulder neckline which exploded into the prerequisite puffy sleeves, and a bulbous, tiered skirt that stopped at my knees. I’d teased my blonde hair up and wore it over one shoulder, then layered on the heavy eye makeup.
When we arrived at the club, there was a line. It was only a few people, but it was the first time Dune had had a line this summer. I took Joseph’s arm and we breezed past the bouncer straight into the club.
We’d only been there a few minutes before the text message came from Payton, telling me Dominic and she had arrived with their friends.
“This is Logan and Evie Stone,” Payton said, introducing the attractive couple. The woman wore a ghastly floral print dress that was perfectly eighties, and pronounced her pregnant belly. She gave me a warm smile as she shook my hand.
“I’m Noemi Rosso. Do you know Joseph?” As soon as I asked it, I wanted it back. According to Payton, these were her and Dominic’s closest friends. It seemed likely Joseph would know them.
Evie’s smile was weird. “Uh, yeah. We’ve met.”
Logan’s arm squeezed his wife to him. “What do you want to drink? Apple juice?”
She nodded and flashed us a guilty smile as he went to the bar. “It’s the only craving. I need apple juice by the gallons.”
Payton adjusted her hot pink leg warmer. “Did Logan give you any lip about coming? It’s a school night,” she teased. I’d been told the pair worked together at a design firm. The reality was school wasn’t starting for another few weeks. My final semester before graduation.
Evie made a face. “I guess you didn’t hear him and Dominic planning out their matching outfits.”
“We did no such thing,” Dominic said. “Logan asked me for advice. I’m older, wiser, and much more hip.”
Payton snorted. “Says the man who just used the expression hip.”
I leaned back against Joseph, enjoying his arms around me, feeling like I belonged here.
We danced, and drank, and Joseph admitted the theme night was fun. He still didn’t quite get why all the twenty-year-olds were so enamored with the decade, but it didn’t matter. Liquor sales were double what they normally were.
Logan and Evie couldn’t stay long, claiming they had a managers’ meeting early in the morning. Payton and Dominic took off right after them, and Joseph led me upstairs to his office. We’d finally had sex on his desk last month, something we’d both been wanting since that time I’d turned him down.
“Such a fucking cock tease,” he’d whispered. “My balls were blue for a week afterward. You made me crazy.”
“Aw, poor baby,” I said, sarcastic.
“I’ll do the same to you, little girl. Make you want it so bad you can’t see straight. Have you begging for me.”
Of course he’d made good on his threat.
So now I stood in his office, floating in that happy place between sober and full-on drunk, staring at my perfectly imperfect boyfriend and Dom. His eyes were playful, and yet it made my mouth go dry. His effect over me only strengthened over time.
“Go out on the balcony,” he said. The mischief in his expression was sexy, and anticipation heated me.
The balcony was as small as a closet, a half wall with a railing to keep drinks from going over. I glanced down at the main level and the sea of people undulating on the dance floor. Joseph stood behind me, his hands on my hips.
“Are you wearing panties under this ridiculous dress?”
We’d played this game enough times I finally knew how. Perhaps I even knew how to beat him at it. “Yes, Sir.”
“You know I don’t like it. Take them off.”
No one could see us below the waist. I reached under my skirt and pushed my panties down to my ankles, stepping out of them. I asked it innocently and surprised, although it was what I hoped for. “Are you going to fuck me here, Sir? Where someone might see?”
He didn’t answer. Joseph stood beside me, turned, and sank down to sit with his back against the half wall.
“Get that skirt up and show me your pussy.”
I stared down at him and dragged the layers of the skirt up slowly until I had it clutched in my hand at my waist, my lower body completel
y exposed to him, and hidden from everyone else.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Come here.”
A smile warmed on my cheeks. I stepped over him, positioning the juncture of my legs right in front of him, where I was bare and wet.
The railing was cool in my hand when I latched onto it, needing to hold on when Joseph’s tongue licked me. The soft wetness teased, and pleasure made me shudder. His hands were firm on my ass, holding me steady while he fucked me with his mouth.
“God, yes.” I kept my hooded gaze on the crowd below. Could they tell what was happening? I moaned when his tongue swiped hard and fast over my sensitive clit. He knew exactly how to touch and taste me, and yet he never seemed to want to stop learning. Joseph wanted to study my body and push me to new heights.
The tremble began in my legs, shuddering along my high heels. No longer was I shy about what I wanted or needed. My requests for more, verbal and non-verbal, turned him on like nothing else.
Heat swelled like a crescendo, raging hotter until I couldn’t think about anything else but the orgasm he was about to give me.
“Fuck.” I subtly shifted my hips in time with his mouth. “Right there. Oh, God, go. Go, go, go . . .”
I cried out. Not too loud to be heard below, but loud. My grip on the skirt fell away, and my hand tangled in it as I grabbed the top of his head, holding him as I came in a rush. Bliss exploded and my legs almost gave way.
“You liked that, baby girl? Riding my tongue and coming on my face?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said between pants. “I loved it.”
I clung to the railing, bent slightly at the waist, when he stood. I closed my eyes as his zipper was undone. Yes. Strong hands pushed the skirt up, and he smacked my bare ass. “I told you to keep this up.”
Fingers trailed down through my slit, and I twitched, oversensitive from my orgasm. He continued to tease and torment. I kept thinking at any moment he’d plunge deep inside me, but it didn’t happen. The waiting was killing me. “Please,” I whispered.
“Tell me what you need.”
“Your cock inside me. Oh, shit, Joseph, please.”
“This?” He ran the velvety tip of his cock over me, sliding between my folds.
I hissed through clenched teeth. “Yes, Sir.”
The push of his body inside mine voided my mind. His hands were tight on my hips, and it felt like he was everywhere. Inside and surrounding me. He groaned, low and deep, as he entered and buried himself to the hilt.
“Look at them,” he ordered. “Those people down there don’t have any idea how hard I’m about to fuck you.” His words were a blast of heat. “But you do, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ve been posting some rough stuff recently. You want it rough, Noemi?”
Not only did I want it, but I felt like this was one of the areas where I could push him. “Yes, Sir.”
He gave me his first thrust and I moaned. He leaned over so he was close. “And what about the bartender down there? He can’t keep his eyes off of you whenever you’re here. You want me to invite him up next time? I’m sure he’d love to have you suck his cock while I fuck you.”
“Oh my God.”
“Your body says you like that idea.” His voice was all sin as he thrust again, deeper. “You’re a filthy slut, and I fucking love it.”
It was a starting pistol on him, and his body slammed into mine. Jarring blows that rattled my teeth and had my body singing with pleasure. I bent over further, leaving the skirt hiked up around my waist, and gripped both hands on the railing. My biceps strained against his furious pounding, taking each impact as I begged for more.
We didn’t last long on the balcony. Maybe Joseph was worried we’d get caught when I got too loud. He pulled out of me and shoved me stumbling back into the seclusion of his office. I didn’t get a chance to catch my breath. He charged at me, throwing me against the desk.
Holy shit. The temperature of the room climbed a thousand degrees. I pushed up on my hands, only to have him slam me back down, my face against the desktop. His cock impaled me in one hard move, draining air from my lungs.
Oh my God, I loved it. He took what he wanted, and I gave it gladly. His hips ground into mine, slapping a furious rhythm, his thrusts tapping me closer to another orgasm. My fingers curled into fists and my eyes shut.
We banged into the desk so hard, it hurt, but I liked the pain. I liked listening to the desk thump and move across the floor as Joseph rammed into me. I cried out when my head yanked back painfully, my scalp smarting from his grip in my hair. He bent me back until I thought my spine would snap. My eyes flew open to stare up at him, who stared down at me. His eyes, his mouth, his hands, and his cock had claimed every inch of my body, and his soul owned my heart.
His lips closed over mine. The kiss was fire. Sin. Love. It branded me forever.
His other hand wrapped around my throat and he gazed at me unblinking while the fingers tightened. We hadn’t done this since the belt around my throat. I hadn’t stopped him then and I wasn’t about to now. His grip grew stronger, and blocked off my windpipe.
I studied the dark eyes and learned every fleck of caramel in them as things grew hazy outside the focus of my vision.
Air, my body demanded, but I wouldn’t use my safe word. I was safe with him, and he knew what he was doing. I couldn’t keep my hands in fists anymore, my muscles refused to respond.
He grew dim and the tremble seized my body, just as the unavoidable fight response reared up. I needed to breathe. Fuck, I needed to breathe. The hand on my throat was too tight, too strong. My eyes fluttered closed as I went weak.
The hand released me, and as air poured into my body, it brought ecstasy with it.
“Fuck, fuck!” I screamed. I convulsed in his embrace, swept away in orgasm.
“Yes,” he groaned. He shuddered and pulsed inside, his tempo slowing as he came violently.
It was like we were standing on a fault line, we swayed and shook. I rode my way back from indescribable pleasure on his cock that was deep inside, still jerking in the aftermath of our mutual climax. Mind-numbing. I collapsed onto the desk, my body spent.
“You okay?” His lips trailed a line of kisses along my upper back. “Too rough?”
“Mmm, no. It was great,” I purred.
He chuckled and returned to his task of kissing all of my exposed skin. “I have a serious question for you.”
“What is it?” I stayed on the desktop, waiting to get my breathing back to normal and for my arms to work again.
“Where the hell are we going to put all your stuff?”
“What?”
“The stuff in your apartment.”
“Am I leaving my place?” Finally my body would cooperate and I got up on my elbows, turning to look at him.
“Yeah, you’re moving in with me.”
I shot a skeptical look. “Oh, am I? I happen to like my place. Maybe you should move in with me.”
“It’s cute you think this is a request,” he said, power burning in his eyes that was undeniably sexy. “You think Tony’s going to pay the rent if I’m living there?”
No, my father certainly wouldn’t. “I wouldn’t recommend calling him Tony, Joe.”
Joseph spanked me playfully. “Move in with me, Noemi. I’ll let you decorate the guest bathroom anyway you want.”
I laughed. “I want the kitchen, a bathroom, and the master bedroom.”
“Oh, we’re negotiating?” He helped me turn to sit on the desk and did up his pants. “Kitchen and bathroom, but our bedroom has to meet specific needs.”
I shivered. Our bedroom. “Deal.”
His hands cupped my face and he kissed me so softly my heart swelled to twice its size. “I love you, you know. Forever and beyond.”
THANK YOU
To my husband. You are a truly amazing man and father, and I still can’t believe I found my soulmate in a hot tub in a foreign country. You are proof that true love stories can b
e even better than fiction. Thank you for every day, for putting up with my shit, for being so freaking sexy, and for making me the happiest I’ve ever been. I love you so much.
To my beta readers Robin Bateman, Michelle and Yaya from After Dark Book Lovers, and Ms. “Yeah, I’m not a huge fan of choking.” :-) I felt like I sent you ladies a shameful first draft and none of you held it against me. Your feedback was invaluable. Thank you so much!
To my editor Lori Whitwam. I still haven’t figured out when to use lie vs. lay, but my overuse of ‘that’ has improved! Maybe a few more books and I’ll finally get it. Thanks for fixing my bad habits and giving me notes that make my day.
To Sarah. You have no idea how much your reviews mean to me. I hope it brought a smile to your face when you saw Ross’s name. (That guy was a douche.)
To all the bloggers and readers out there who mentioned my work and helped me find new readers. You guys are amazing, and I couldn’t do this without you.
IF YOU ENJOYED THE BOOK
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Wondering what’s next? For months while writing this book, I swore it would be the end of the series. It just didn’t come as easy as the first two did. So it wasn’t until I’d sent the final draft off to the editor that I realized the plot of another book was right in front of me. That spark was all I needed to turn it around. So there will be at least one more book in this series, and I’m sure we’ll see a few characters we already know in that one. As to when it will release, it probably will be early 2016. Don’t forget to signup for my newsletter at NikkiSloane.com for updates!
