I smile. “You own the company, don’t you?” I cock an eyebrow, waiting to see if he’ll start to boast and fall all over himself telling me how amazing he is, how much money he makes, blah blah, like every other successful man I’ve dated in the past.
Silas lifts his hand and rubs at his bottom lip with his thumb before glancing away momentarily. “Guilty. But only because my father retired and I’m the eldest son. Couple of my siblings work the business too. Then we’ve got incredible talent like Atlas Powers. He and the team as a whole are why we’re so successful.”
Now that response I did not expect. To downplay his status in the company…
I shake my head and smile into my drink as I take a sip.
“Tell me about you.”
I swallow the rest of my bubbly before answering. “For that, we’re going to need a bit more alcohol. As in shots.”
His eyebrows rise nearly into his hairline. “Shots?”
“Yep.”
Silas leans closer, placing his arm on the back of the booth so his face is near enough for me to hear him whisper into my ear, even over the boisterous chatter and music. “You planning to get me drunk and take advantage of me, Ms. Jackson?”
Feeling bold and brave, I turn my head so our cheeks are touching, and I know he can catch a long whiff of my perfume. I lift my hand and link it around his neck, holding him in place.
“You can’t take advantage of the willing, Mr. McKnight.”
His body trembles as I scratch my nails lightly along the back of his neck.
“No, I guess not. You offerin’ up a night of bliss?”
I grin against his cheek and use my patented sexy lilt, the tone that usually gets me what I want with the opposite sex. And right now, it’s a hot night with one Silas McKnight. “Order up the shots and we’ll find out.”
“Anything you say, my queen.”
* * *
I’m floating, lost in the plane between pleasure and then pain, as my back slams against a picture frame. We didn’t make it three feet into his home before we were attacking one another. Silas’s lips are on mine, his hands gliding along my thighs. He hikes my dress up to my waist and hoists me up until my bare ass hits cold, lacquered wood. I flail my arms out, knocking over a vase. It crashes to the floor, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. I lock my legs around his trim waist and grip his shoulders like my life depends on it. He maneuvers his hand in between our bodies until he’s cupping me possessively. A whimper slips past my lips, and he grins, running his mouth along my neck, sucking the parts that particularly interest him.
It all interests me. I’m so gone for this man. Drunk as a skunk and feeling damn fine, every kiss and touch making the evening even better.
I lift my legs, allowing my stilettos to drop to the floor before I dig my heels into his backside. “Please,” I beg. The festivities haven’t even started yet, and I’m already begging.
Hussy, I think to myself but can’t find the wherewithal in my drunken mind to care. All I care about is getting this man naked and him pounding me into oblivion.
“Jeez-us woman! So damn wet.” He moans, feeling me up with his talented fingers. “No underwear, baby girl. You trying to drive me out of my mind?” He licks a path between my breasts. “Shit. I’m going in,” he warns before he sinks two long fingers inside me.
I arch my back and press against him, wanting more. “Deep.” I gasp, bracing my hands on the flat surface and curling my fingers around the edge of what I think is a side table near the entryway.
“My queen wants it deeper, I give her deeper.” He urges my legs wider, tips his head back, and watches as he presses those digits in as far as they can go. Then he blesses me with a thumb roll over my clit.
I cry out and start to pant, my eyes rolling, my head falling back against the picture or mirror or whatever it is behind me as he expertly works his fingers inside.
“You are so beautiful. Laid open, offering up your beauty. I’m going to watch you come all over my fingers, and then I’m going to get on my knees and lick you all up and down.”
He thrusts in and out at a faster rate, my body reacting to every filthy promise. A litany of incoherent words spill from my lips as I climb to the pinnacle of my pleasure. I lock my internal muscles around his fingers and cry out in ecstasy. Wanting a deeper connection, I tug the back of his neck, forcing our mouths to crash together in a hot, wet kiss.
“Can’t wait to feel that when I’m inside you, Dara. Now ride the feelin’, babe. Take yourself there while I watch you fall apart.”
I raise my hands and lock my fingers around his biceps. “Don’t stop,” I demand. As my arousal hits the peak, everything within me tightens, and I fall over the edge into nothing but pure heaven. He continues his pace for a long time, making sure every last wave of my release is gone before he pulls his fingers out of me and grips my hips, his lips falling to mine.
Silas is panting almost as heavily as I am as I come back down. I can feel his sizable length pressed against my thigh. With a renewed surge of energy from my free-fall, I slide my hand down his hard chest to his waist and below, where I palm his erection. Thank the good Lord above—he’s a big boy!
He grips my wrists and locks my hands to his chest. “Woman, I thought I told you the plan.”
I blink stupidly and purse my lips, trying to figure out what he’s talking about. I got mine and am damn ready to return the favor.
And then he floors me and starts my heart going to a jungle beat as he lowers before me. He lets my hands go and locks his to my knees, where he spreads me wide, this time with his face at eye level with my throbbing center. I squirm and attempt to close my legs, my body heating beyond what is a normal temp.
“Silas…” I attempt as he shakes his head but doesn’t speak a word.
His eyes are a pale hazel but not quite. More like a startling green amethyst. People say my eyes are haunting, being an aquamarine color with my caramel-colored skin, but his are ethereal. Even more so now as his gaze shifts from mine to between my legs. His nostrils flare and he inhales.
“You smell sweet and earthy at the same time.” Instead of going straight for gold, he turns his head to my inner thigh and inhales deeply. “Like coconuts and trees.” He runs his nose along my thigh until he reaches my wetness. He closes his eyes briefly before opening them and glancing up at me one last time. “And sex. Let’s see if we can’t make that last one a bit more potent.” He grins devilishly before licking straight up my seam with the flat of his tongue.
My hands fly to his head as if they were separate from my body. “Oh, my God!” I cry out when he swirls his tongue around the tight bundle of nerves and flicks it repeatedly, driving me crazy. Swirling my hips, I lose track of time, focused only on the warm, wet heat of his tongue, the grip of his hands on my thighs, and the incredible feeling of being worshipped by this man.
Soon, I’m gyrating against his face, gripping his head and forcing him to give me more pressure. He growls his appreciation, and before too long, he’s got my ass in both hands, his face plastered between my thighs, and his tongue driving deep.
I ride the wave as my second orgasm of the night crashes over me, hot and heavy. He moans, licking up every ounce of my release.
“Jesus, you’re a prince!” A cunnilingus god is more like it, but I don’t want to stroke his ego too much. The brotha might get a big head. Not that he wouldn’t have earned it. Sweet Jesus.
As he brings me down, he stands up abruptly, pulls his wallet out of his pants, and fingers a foil packet. “Not gonna wait, baby girl. After tasting heaven, I need to get inside.” He rips the packet with his teeth while I make quick work of his belt, unzipping his pants enough to see the tip of his cock poking out of his black silk boxers.
“Sweet man, you’re a big one.” I shimmy his pants and boxers down far enough that his considerable length springs free.
He wraps his dick, making a show out of rolling the condom on. My mouth waters, imagining wrapping
something else around those hard inches. His gaze shoots to mine as I lick my lips, practically panting with desire.
Silas grins, and his eyes darken. “We’ll have more time for that later. Don’t you worry.” He lines up his cock to my center, dips his hips, and eases the crown inside.
Holy shit! Just the tip is in and he’s stretching me.
“Damn, baby, you are tight.” His voice strains on the last word, and he blows out a breath. Easing in and out on slow strokes, he takes his time. Once he’s wedged to the hilt, we both let out a long, drawn-out breath. I roll my shoulders and cringe at the discomfort of being propped against a piece of furniture for two big Os.
Silas must have read my mind when he says, “Need you in my bed. Hold on.” He wraps his arms around my back, keeping one on my ass, holding us smashed together. The second I’m in his arms, I fall farther onto his cock. Speared and in motion. My mind swirls with the pleasure and pain of each of his steps as he makes his way down a hall. Then he’s leaning over me and laying me on a cloud of red. A crimson comforter greets me when I turn my head to the side to capture my surroundings. And then it all just disappears into darkness when Silas, who’s standing at the edge of the bed, grips my hips, retreats from my passage, and then slams back home.
“Jeez-us, woman. You’ll break my dick with that grip!” he barks. “I fuckin’ love it!”
For the next several hours, we fuck in his bed, on the floor, in his shower, in his kitchen, and in between more rounds of shots extricated from his liquor cabinet.
Never in my life have I had such a life-changing experience…until I wake up close to dawn, cuddled up to his side, so thirsty I think I’ll die. I crawl out of bed and make my way into his kitchen to search his cabinets before finding a glass, turning on the tap, and glugging down two full glasses before I stop midgulp and take in the space. The room is strange. Not the normal bachelor pad. This is a home. A real home. Something a man and a woman share together.
The more I look, the more freaked out I become. Until I walk over to the mantle and see all of the pictures displayed proudly there. Silas with a beautiful blonde. Years’ worth of pictures scattered all around the living room, dining area, and kitchen.
The fire in my gut, telling me to run, gets worse as I make my way down the hallway toward his bedroom and spy two doors that are unopened. One is a bathroom. The other…a fucking nursery. Pink. Butterflies everywhere.
Silas McKnight has a family.
Fuck my life.
Chapter Two
The human aura is a bioenergy field, which exists in an egg shape around the physical body unlike the chakras that lie inside the body. The average person is not typically in tune with their spiritual self to see or feel the energy surrounding their body or that of the individuals around them, but this doesn’t mean it’s not there. One must be open to viewing such things.
SILAS
My head is pounding alongside the base drum as I watch Mallory belt out the chorus on what is sure to be her next hit single. As much as the woman drives me absolutely insane, she’s making Knight & Day Productions a mint with her success. Every song we release for her hits the top of the charts. The only problem is the spoiled broad thinks she can have whatever she wants, namely me. And I’m not on the market. Not for her.
Instantly caramel-colored skin and Caribbean blue eyes enter my mind.
Dara.
I can’t seem to get the vixen out of my mind. It has been three weeks since that night, and I still can’t get her taste off my tongue. Nor do I want to. It was pure hedonistic magic. Even though we both knew the score, wanted one thing, which we fulfilled many times over, I still felt my heart ache when I woke to an empty bed. Dara had sneaked out during the wee hours of the morning, with me none the wiser. I can’t deny it was a hit to my ego. I’d given my all to the woman.
The last time I’d felt that good was with…
I shake my head. No thoughts of Sarah tonight. Thoughts of her have to be kept to the confines of my house. Letting her out into the open will ruin me. It’s part of why my father threw me into heading the business. I needed the distraction. Three years ago, I was sinking into a hole of oblivion. I wanted nothing but the calm blackness of my loneliness to keep me company. My father, known far and wide as Daddy McKnight, wouldn’t have any of it. And barely a year later, I didn’t have him either. The need for me to take the reins of Knight & Day Productions became even more important, for my mother, my siblings, and my broken heart. The day I lost my father, I promised myself I’d never allow a person to hurt me so deeply, and I lost sight of everything else that mattered.
For two years, I’ve kept that promise. One-night stands, an empty bed, cooking for one, this is my life now. I’m alive, and the business is doing better than ever. My family is settled financially, the way my father would have wanted, and I…well, I’m alive. For now, that has to be enough.
I rub at my temples, wishing I had a few pain killers to knock out this headache.
A hand claps down on my shoulder. “Hey, bro, you okay?” My best talent scout and music writer, Atlas Powers, shoots me a concerned look. His mismatched eyes—one brown and one blue—are focused on me, and I can’t help thinking how cool it is the dude has different-colored eyes. At first, it was discombobulating, but over time it’s become unique and special, just like the guy. The past year with Atlas in the company has made an incredible difference. He has a knack for writing songs and pairing them with the right talent.
I smile brokenly. “Yeah, man. Headache.”
Atlas lifts his chin toward Mallory, the current pop queen singing her heart out. “Doesn’t take a leap to figure out it’s probably a tiny blonde who’s prodding at you?”
I sigh and nod.
“Man, why don’t you let me take on her sessions? I’d do you a solid in a minute, and I’m a happily married man. Besides, you know Mila. My tiny wildcat would rip her to shreds if she so much as hit on me.”
A laugh bubbles up my throat, and I let it out, trying not to do so while facing the glass window where our current topic of conversation is working. “Another reason why you can’t take on Mallory. Mila would have my balls.”
Atlas grins and toes the carpet. “That is no joke. She’s a hellion, but I love the fuck out of her.”
I clap him on the shoulder. “I know. Hold on to her tight. You never know when it can all disappear within an instant.”
My buddy frowns and tips his head. “You act like you’re speaking from experience.”
I offer a sad smile, sit in the chair, and press the call button. “That was excellent, Mallory. Let’s give it one more go so we have some dubbing options. Maybe do it all one octave higher.”
She smiles widely and fluffs her wild blond locks. “Anything for you, baby.” She runs her hand seductively down the side of her chest, puffing out her breasts in all their medically enhanced glory.
I grit my teeth and force a flat-lipped smile. “Thanks. From the top.” I press the button that starts the music Atlas wrote for her.
“Good idea to go an octave higher. It will sound sweet in the second and fourth verse.” Atlas leans his back against the wall near where I’m pretending to consider tweaking the treble and bass as necessary. There’s nothing needed. I’ve already dialed everything in for this particular song.
“Thanks.”
Atlas groans. “Okay, I’ve got to say it.”
I cringe and turn my chair fully toward my friend. “Spit it out.”
“You’re stressed out to the max, dude. You’ve got tension headaches almost every day, worse when Barbie pop star Mallory is in the studio, and I haven’t seen you leave before me in weeks. You need to chill out. When was the last time you went out to let off some steam?”
Flashes of the night three weeks ago with his friend Dara come barreling through my mind.
Her lips surrounding my cock.
My face in her neck, mouth sucking on sugary skin.
Impaling myself dee
p inside her tight heat.
I rub furiously at my forehead, trying to obliterate those memories before my dick gets hard. It’s bad enough I’ve been wanking off to visions of her and memories of my time with her every night since it happened. I haven’t even wanted to go out and find a new woman. Dara’s possessed all of my carnal thoughts, and no matter what I do, those thoughts are not abating.
“Uh, we all went out and saw Honor sing, remember?”
His shoulders drop and his head follows, falling forward. “Dude, that was three weeks ago! You haven’t so much as taken a break from work since then?”
I roll my shoulders and crack my neck. “Nah, it’s fine. There’s a lot to do anyway.”
Atlas runs his hands through his mop of curls. “There’s always a lot to do. But there’s also a lot to live, and being in the studio day in and day out isn’t living.”
I want so badly to tell him how very wrong he is. It’s practically the only reason I roll out of bed every morning. Making sure my father’s legacy is intact and my entire family is set financially is the only thing I live for these days. The one and only thing that matters.
Another spike of pain pierces through my temple when Mallory’s voice rises to insane heights. I grip my head and squeeze. “Fuck,” I growl.
Atlas comes over to me and kneels, resting his elbow on the table where the sound system is. “Dude, you are too stressed out.”
His concern rankles, but I know he means well. “You’re just as bad as me. You work your ass off, maybe not the hours I have, but you also have a baby at home and a wife. Plus, you’re always writing new songs. How do you manage the stress?”
My buddy grins wickedly. “I have the perfect stress release.”
“Don’t you dare say it’s bending your wife over on the regular.” I grimace.
He laughs. “Nah, man. Though, not gonna lie, that helps. A lot.” He waggles his eyebrows.
“You gonna share with me your magic stress relief or what?” I desperately try to change the subject. Thinking of his spitfire Latina wife bent over a couch being pounded from behind is hot but not something a brotha should be thinking about when it’s his best friend’s woman.
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