by Lisa G Riley
Fine! Two could play that game.
While she worked, she took the opportunity to take a closer look at him. There was a small diamond stud in his left ear, and dimples that were visible even when he wasn’t smiling. He had long, lush lashes, and sexy lips. Damn, she loved a man with nice lips. It took everything she had not to lean across the bar and press her mouth to his. Girl, get it together. Swallowing hard, she dropped her gaze to the counter. Yep. The man was all wrong for her.
She looked up again and found that he was still standing and waiting with his arms folded across his massive chest. He just stared and said nothing. Simone knew she should turn and go to the other end of the bar but her feet wouldn’t move. Finally, unable to stand the tension, she asked, “Can I help you with something?”
“Yes. I’m waiting for you to get done so we can dance,” he replied.
Simone dropped a hand to her waist. “Didn’t I tell you I’m—”
“Go on, Simone, and dance,” Amber intervened after ear-hustling on the conversation. She ignored Simone’s frown and glanced over at the handsome stranger. “What’s your name?”
“Shaun.”
Her smile widened. “Well, Shaun, this is my boss, Simone. Simone, this is Shaun. Now that we’re past the introductions, you’re now permitted to take her out onto the floor,” Amber said, pushing her from behind the bar.
Before Simone could object, Shaun took her hand and led her onto the crowded dance floor. As soon as he wrapped his arms around her, she forgot about being angry. Her body fit against him like a puzzle piece. A favorite Brian McKnight song was coming through the speakers and she closed her eyes and allowed Shaun to hold her tighter. Within seconds, a strong feeling of comfort cocooned itself around her. What she wouldn’t give to be able to always feel this secure in her life…
Shaun was the first to speak. “So you’ve never dated a white man before?”
“Nope,” she lied.
“That’s too bad,” he said close to her ear. “You have no idea what you’re missing.”
She blew out a disbelieving breath. “Can’t miss what you’ve never had.”
“There’s always a first time for everything.”
At the deep, sensual sound of his voice, Simone pulled back slightly. While gazing up at him, she felt a strong sensation that something was going to happen. Something exciting. Something amazing.
As if he could read her mind, he looked down into her eyes and said, “You’re going to fall in love with me.”
Simone sucked in a breath, surprised by the heat in his voice. She chuckled nervously, thinking he meant it as a joke. But the look on his face indicated he didn’t. There was desire there. Only now it had intensified a hundred times over. After a brief, awkward silence she replied, “Sorry, Romeo. You can’t find love unless you’re looking for it. And I definitely ain’t interested.”
“What are you looking for?”
She shrugged. “At the moment, nothing more than a relationship that lasts as long as the moment. After an orgasm, I’m ready to move on to the next.”
He chuckled as if he found her words amusing. “You can never find fulfillment that way. Sex has to start here.” He gently thrust a finger to his chest. “Nothing beats love.”
“That beer must have gone straight to your head,” she said, trying to make light of the conversation.
“Nah. I know what I want and I won’t settle for anything less.”
“Well, then tell me. What is it that you want?”
“I want you. All of you.”
He tilted her chin so she had to look directly at him. She didn’t know why that tired line made her quiver. It was something about the way he said it that made it almost sounded true. Almost. “You’re just trying to get between my legs.”
Shaun ran the side of his large hand down her throat in a touch so soft the caress was lighter than a feather. The seriousness in both his tone and eyes made her uncomfortable. “Nope. I knew my wife was the one the instant I met her. And we were together until the day she died in my arms.”
Her expression softened when she saw the pain in his eyes. “I’m sorry. What happened?”
“Breast cancer,” he said barely above a whisper.
Simone stared up at him for a long moment before asking, “How long were you married?”
“Almost twelve years.”
She leaned against his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. His voice and the emotions that shimmered in his eyes had said so much. He believed in love at first sight, a reason why he was wrong for her. But that did nothing to simmer down the attraction brewing inside. Lost in her thoughts, they fell silent until the beginning of the next song.
“You’re beautiful,” Shaun said, his voice thick and flirtatious.
“Thank you.” She had heard the same compliment many times before but his soothing voice made the words sound extra special.
“What if I told you you’re the first woman to make my dick hard in two years?”
Her jaw dropped open. Her kitty clenched. She was shocked and turned on by what he had said. Pulling back slightly, she stared up into his intense eyes. “What do you consider a dick?”
His jaw twitched. “Why don’t you feel and find out?”
The other couples weren’t looking at them. Boldly, Simone reached down and slid her hand across the zipper of his slacks. “Where is it?” she asked.
Shaun took her hand and guided it down toward his inner thigh. Almost halfway down his leg she found the head. She gasped. It was long. Thick. And hard as steel. The dampness between her legs grew warmer.
“That’s eleven thick inches of pulsating dick that I’m ready to give to you. All you have to do is say yes.”
Oh, hell yes. She had to squeeze her lips tightly together to keep from blurting the words aloud. Dropping her hand, she moved it back to his waist as they swayed to the music. He pulled her closer and pressed the thickness against the juncture between her thighs.
“Speechless?” He chuckled lightly near her ear. “That’s too bad. But fair is fair and now I get to touch you.” He reached down between them and heat washed through her as his hand slipped beneath her short dress. Any second now and he was going to discover she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Her knees shook as he pushed her thighs apart and rubbed against her wet pussy. Her lips parted, but instead of telling him no, she moaned. Boy, did it feel good. His fingers were warm and soothing to her ache. Skillfully, he parted her swollen folds and slid a finger inside.
“I want you to come on my finger so I can taste you on my tongue.”
Oh, she was definitely coming. She rocked into him and followed his rhythm as his finger moved in and out. It definitely couldn’t get any better than this, she thought, then he slipped another finger inside and plunged deeper. She closed her eyes, lost in the intense feeling spreading from the tips of her breasts down to her stomach and traveling lower. Simone knew she should tell him to stop, but she didn’t want to, at least not yet.
“This is my pussy. No one will ever touch you here again but me.” Heat rushed over her as he spoke just against her temple.
If anyone else had said those words, she would have deemed him a psycho, but not Shaun. She moaned against his ear while her nipples hardened against the fabric of her dress. It was his touch, his sexy whispering, and the feel of his warm breath against her cheek that had her turned on.
“You like that?”
“No,” she whimpered.
“Quit lying,” he said as he began to nibble on her ear, then dipped his tongue inside, matching the rhythm of his fingers. “You know that feels good.”
She swallowed and fought for control. “I need to get back to work.”
“Work can wait.” With his thumb, he found her sensitized clit and rubbed against it. Her entire body trembled as he brushed it with the tip of his thumb. She arched against his hand and parted her legs even further, giving him complete and total access. The dance floor was t
oo crowded for anyone to see.
“You want it?” he asked, his warm breath against her cheek as his thumb circled her clit. Once. Twice. Three times.
“Nooo,” she purred.
“I told you to quit lying.” He slipped a third finger in, increasing his rhythm. She rocked her hips to match his strokes. “I don’t play games, baby. I want you. It’s as simple as that. As simple as this…”
He thrust deeper and she cried out and clenched her nails into his arms. “Oh, yes!” Thank goodness, her cries were muffled by the loud music. Her head lolled back and her hips rocked to meet his fingers. Unconsciously she reached down and grabbed the bulge in his pants, yearning to feel it buried deep inside of her.
“It’s yours. All you have to do is ask.”
She knew Shaun well enough now to know he was serious. She tried to think of something sassy to say but her brain seemed to have totally shut down because it was blank. Then someone bumped her from behind. Simone’s eyes flew opened and she realized the music had changed to a popular rap song. What the hell am I doing? She jumped away, but Shaun grabbed her before she could escape.
“Where’s your office?” he asked.
“Back there.”
He took her hand and with determined steps, led her through the crowd and down a hallway to the back of the club. With her hand shaking, Simone punched the code to unlock her office and followed him inside. As soon as the door was shut, Shaun pulled her against him and claimed her mouth.
His mouth came down on hers, warm and so tempting a wave of hunger exploded through her body. This can’t possibly be happening. He pulled her closer and then nibbled the corners of her mouth and cheeks before fusing firmly to her lips again. She tilted her head giving him greater access, then he pushed her lips apart and slipped his tongue inside. She savored the taste. Delicious.
Grabbing his shoulders, Simone welcomed his tongue, mating it with hers. She gave as good as she got and was rewarded for her efforts with a hand to her breast. He stroked and pinched her nipple, demanding access beneath her dress. She sucked in a breath. This was not supposed to be happening to her. She had never been drawn to a man this way, but there was something about him that defied logic. And, oh, did his hands feel good.
During the dance, she had wondered what his mouth would taste like and now she knew. The kiss went from gentle to possessive and her body continued to respond. His kiss tempted her to taste, and to feel everything about the man who held her gently. Simone held onto his forearms, appreciating the muscles beneath her fingertips. And when he moved to play with her other nipple, she dug her nails into his skin.
Trembling in his arms, she succumbed to the realization that this pleasure was beyond anything she had known. He had her doing things she never dreamed possible. She couldn’t think straight and at the moment didn’t care.
Shaun’s hands traveled down past her waist, then he grabbed her ass and pressed her firmly against his arousal. “You feel that,” he breathed against her nose. “That’s what you do to me.” He ground against her and she moaned on contact.
He had her so dizzy she had to hold on to keep from falling. No man had ever kissed her this way before, and she knew that no other would ever kiss her this way again.
The kiss eventually came to an end when it became impossible to breathe. Shaun released a ragged breath and touched his forehead to hers. “Simone, you know something?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
She inhaled deeply, trying to catch her breath. “What?”
“The only reason why I haven’t bent you over your desk and thrust my dick inside that sweet pussy of yours is because we’ve got plenty of time. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you,” he said, then kissed her again.
Simone was totally at a loss for words. Fucking on her desk wasn’t a bad idea. She knew she wouldn’t be disappointed.
There was no telling what she might have said if the phone hadn’t interrupted them. She pulled back, ending the kiss, but made no effort to pick up the receiver.
They were both breathing hard. Shaun watched her as if waiting for a reaction. He would be waiting a long time. She was completely floored by her horny behavior. Wasn’t it just last night that she was riding little Bernard? It wasn’t like she was lacking, although in Bernard’s case, and the several before him, maybe so. Her shoulders sagged with frustration. Damn, I’m fienin’ for some real dick. No wonder she had given in to the stranger’s lips and hands.
Glancing up at him, she saw the longing. There was no way to undo what had happened. All she could do was make sure it never happened again. Silently, she was thankful she’d had the self-control not to slip her dress off and bury all eleven inches deep inside her pussy, right there on her desk. Instead, she stepped away from him and attempted to stand on her own. The dizziness had nothing to do with regrets and everything to do with the heat still flowing through her body and the cum running down her inner thighs.
His eyes were simmering with a promise that went beyond kissing. And damn, was she tempted. Her body was in desperate need of some satisfaction. But right now she was going to have to settle for her vibrator because being with this man was a risk she just wasn’t prepared to take.
Shaun must have felt her anxiety because he reached out and cupped her face with his hands. He studied her eyes for a long moment before finally breaking the silence. “Whatever it is, we can work it out. Nothing or no one is going to keep me from you.”
Simone shook her head. Damn, she wished it was that easy but what he wanted was impossible. “It won’t work. I can’t get involved with you.”
His smile was slow and determined. “We’re already involved, Simone. And now that I’ve tasted your mouth and your sweet cum on my lips there is no way I can do without. We’ll find a way to get past your inhibitions, together.” He pulled her into his arms again and placed a possessive kiss to her lips. Once again her body automatically responded to his. “All I want is your heart.”
What he wanted she couldn’t give. She pushed away from him and stepped back. She wished that she was willing to risk her heart again but she couldn’t. “I’ve enjoyed your company but I need to get back to work.”
He chuckled lightly. “I guess that’s your way of telling me the party is over.”
She couldn’t even look at him. “I’ve got a business to run.”
Reaching out, he caressed her cheek. “I’ll give you a few days to think about everything I’ve said. Please keep in mind that I won’t accept no as an answer.” Leaning forward, he briefly pressed his lips to hers once more. “Goodnight, Ms. Thomas.”
Simone opened her mouth, determined to make it clear that there was absolutely nothing going on between them. But she couldn’t make the words come out so she pursed her lips and watched as he left her office.
The moment he shut her door, she slipped a hand under her dress and stroked her throbbing clit. He had her so turned on. With her other hand, she cupped her breast and worked at her nipple through the material. Moans slipped past her lips as she thrust her fingers deep within her wet kitty. Closing her eyes, she imagined that it was his dick buried inside. And what a dick it was. Thick. Long. Oh, what a ride it would be. She stroked hard and a scream began to build that raced through her body until her muscles tightened and clamped around her fingers like a fist. She bucked upward.
Remembering his smile, her body begun to rage its hunger again and she leaned back against her desk and sucked in a large breath as an orgasm shuddered through her body. When her breathing began to slow, she opened her eyes and moved on wobbly legs around her desk and lowered onto her seat.
For the next few minutes she tried to pull herself together. For once it wasn’t regret that she felt, it was confusion. Simone leaned back in the chair. Tears pricked behind her eyelids. What in the world had she been thinking? Sure, she had flings all the time, but never at her nightclub. She didn’t believe in mixing business with pleasure. It caused too many complications. But she was powe
rless around him. Simone knew that the exact moment she spotted him walking toward the bar. Usually she walked away feeling nothing, but this time her body hungered for more. With his scent on her skin and the taste of him on her lip, she released a shuddering breath and dropped her head to the desk. Damn, that man!
Her phone rang, startling her. She took a second to gather her composure and grabbed the receiver.
“Hey girl! I heard your proposition over the radio.”
Her shoulders sagged with relief. It was her best friend, Lilliana. “Then I guess you also heard how many men tried and failed. At least I got a packed house tonight.”
“Maybe you’ll get lucky and someone will figure it out.”
“No one is gonna figure out B.S.A. means big spankable ass. I’ve been running a personal ad for weeks and no one has even come close to guessing.”
Lilliana laughed. “Now that it’s on the radio, every horny man in the city of Chicago is gonna try to get a night between them caramel thighs.”
“Good luck.” She blew out a frustrated breath. “Damn, what’s it gonna take for a girl to get a spanking these days?”
After ending the call, Simone lowered her elbows onto the desk while thinking about Shaun. She liked what she saw. What she had felt. She’d do anything to be able to love someone like him, but she couldn’t. Lowering her head to her hands, she closed her eyes and tried not to remember but the memories never ceased. She could still hear her fiancé moaning and groaning only seconds before she had stepped into the room to find him stroking deeply inside another man’s ass. At that exact moment, her whole world shattered. Her dreams of spending a perfect life with the only man she had loved were over.
Tears flowed down her cheeks. Cedric had moved on, accepting his sexuality. He was living a life with his lover, while she was fucking a different man every week, unwilling to risk her heart to another. She couldn’t keep living like this. Something had to change. Dropping her head, she let heavy sobs break free. Simone knew it was time to leave the past in the past and find a way to move on with her life, no matter how scary it may be. Yeah, right. That was easier said than done.
