Henry grinned wide. “Of course. If you don’t mind me asking, what is the lady’s name? I should be able to help you out. I’ve always loved a surprise romantic gesture.”
“Lisa Cannon. She’s a nymph.”
“Ah, I know her. She’s a good friend of the manager, Paul. Give me a few minutes while I get the information you need. You’ll have your lady friend squealing in delight in no time.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
April 6th, 6:30pm
Lisa adjusted the straps on her deep red shift before leaving her room. She’d spent the day relaxing in solitude. Letting her mind and body unwind. Communing with the Goddess and her nymph. It did wonders for her soul. It also gave her time to come to the realization that she and Jack couldn’t keep working together. At least, not like they had been the last few years. She’d spent too many hours in his presence, neglecting her inner nymph and allowing her life to be consumed by him. Her determination to keep their relationship strictly professional was in jeopardy if things didn’t change.
It was time for her to gain some control. Build up boundaries and insist on a private life. She needed to put a stop to him calling on her twenty-four/seven. When she first started working as his assistant, she made herself completely available. She wanted to ensure he knew she was there whenever he needed her.
Looking back, it had been a huge mistake. They’d both allowed her to become more than just an assistant. He leaned on her for everything. Allowing her to be a part of every aspect of his life—except his sex life.
And don’t you wish you were a part of that too? Her inner nymph giggled. She would have no problem seducing the man. It was a wonder Lisa had been able to hold off as long as she had. She lusted after the man incessantly. Fantasized about him bending her over her desk or his desk. It didn’t matter as long as he was the one bringing her to ecstasy. She dreamt of walking over to him while he sat at his desk, climbing on his lap, and fucking the daylights out of him. Day in and day out she was obsessing about him more and more. Imagining them in every sexual position she knew.
She stabbed the button for the elevator, frustrated with the turn of her thoughts. “And that’s why I’m here. I need to get a grip on this because it isn’t going to happen.” She desperately needed to let the nymph free and work her sexual needs out. She couldn’t have the man. He was her boss and she actually loved her job. Plus, if she seduced him, ten long years of proving to her family she wasn’t a brainless twit using sex to climb the ladder would go down the drain.
The elevator dinged, the doors opening silently. Lavender and lemongrass wafted from the interior. It was meant to soothe and relax some of the more—uptight—patrons, such as demons and other subversive spirits. It did a damn good job of loosening her up as well. Stepping inside she breathed deeply. Her eyes fluttered shut. Tingles raced over her skin, puckering her nipples.
When the car came to a stop on the bottom floor, she swayed slightly. It took a couple of seconds before she could make herself move. Stepping out into the lobby she hooked a right, heading to the interior club entrance. Pressing her hand against the pad embedded in the wall, the large, soundproof leather-studded door opened.
Quickly heading into the club, the door swooshed closed behind her. Her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in a matter of seconds. People milled about in various states of dress and forms. The music was soft, atmosphere one of relaxed decadence. It was the calm before the storm, a way to get the patrons loose before moving into the room further.
There were three levels to Club Satyr. The main one in which she stood, served food and drinks, and had places to lounge, mingle, and talk. Moving away from the entrances and deeper into the room, there were a couple of stages for dancing. Beyond those, there were three large rooms for open play. Mystics looking to enjoy a more self-indulgent ambience could watch or participate in whatever was going on…as long as the partners were agreeable.
The lower level was where demons and those interested in the darker persuasions would go to mingle and play. Also, there was a large seating area and patrons could reserve one of six rooms, two being dungeons.
The upper levels reminded her of the retreat side of Satyr. They boasted long hallways that branched off into multiple rooms. Like the lower level, the rooms could be reserved at the bar and used for whatever purpose a guest could imagine. If someone had a special request or specific theme, then that could also be arranged.
It had been so long since Lisa had been at Satyr, she thought she’d hang out on the main level and do a little people watching. Making her way to the bar, she ordered an Elixir de Menthe. A honey, mint, and water cocktail. The bartender had her scan her palm so her tab would be billed to her room.
She found an empty chair near the public play area and sat back sipping her drink. The sweet minty concoction went down her throat smoothly, the burn settling in her belly before flowing through her veins.
She breathed in the heady scent of sex and pheromones, while bodies gyrated ten feet from her. A fairy flitted past with a wolf in tow, a thick black studded collar around his neck, the leash hanging from the fairy’s hand. The giant brown beast’s tongue lolling out of his mouth, its eyes focused on the delicate creature leading him. When they reached the edge of the play area, the wolf shifted into a bulky six-foot man. Dark brown hair flowed down his naked back, swishing above his firm ass.
A couple of minutes after watching the fairy and wolf go by, the man who served her lunch approached. He wore the same tight leather pants and no top. Why would he? His tips were probably fantastic…whether monetary or physical. He really did have a fabulous body.
His grin was slow to take as he ran his gaze over her. “If it isn’t my afternoon tip. You know it’s been months since anyone has turned me down.”
She wasn’t surprised. “It must have been a shock,” she quipped. It had been a shock to her that she hadn’t taken him up on his offer. He would be the perfect specimen in her quest to start working Jack from her system.
“A slight one. But then I’d hoped to see you again and change your mind.” He motioned to the empty seat next to her, silently asking if anyone was sitting there.
She didn’t hesitate this time, her resolve to push Jack from her mind at the forefront. “Please, do.” She took another sip of her cocktail. Fascinated as he lowered his massive body into the chair. He stretched his tree trunk thighs out in front of him. The leather molded to them, showing off the power within. She waited for a flare of arousal to spark and the nymph to take the lead. She was disappointed when nothing happened.
“Thank you,” he rumbled. “I have to ask, what is a woman like you doing in a place like this?”
A burst of laughter broke free of her chest unbidden. “That is the cheesiest line…ever.”
He shrugged. “It’s an honest question. I’m going to guess you’re a sprite, elf, or…” he raked a heated gaze over her then grinned, ”a nymph.”
“Ding, ding, ding. I’m a nymph. One who doesn’t get out as much as she’d like. Which explains why I’m here. What about you? You’re awfully…” she paused and licked her lips, “big.” Just because she didn’t feel arousal, it didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate his form.
“What would be your guess?” He asked smoothly, leaning forward as if he were giving her a better view to decide.
She took a moment to catalogue his features. He was a beautiful man: Dark skin. Sculpted physique. Devastating bright, white smile and mischievous eyes with inherent strength oozing from him. Incredible sexual allure that had passersby taking a second and sometimes third glance. There was also a spiritual power vibrating around him. “My best guess,” narrowing her eyes she raked his body again. If only she felt a flicker of something. “Centaur.”
“Very good,” he said leaning back. “Would you like another?” he asked, motioning to her glass.
She hadn’t been aware she’d finished the first. It was on the tip of her tongue to say yes when a figure appeared behind h
er companion. “No, she would not,” the new man growled.
It can’t be. She knew that voice, even with the anger threading through it. Her gaze was drawn to Jack, sending her heart into palpitations. He was a man who demanded her attention without even trying, like a sexy pair of heels whispering her name from her favorite store’s display. He was the drug she was trying to give up. She ogled him, skimming over his thick chest, his T-shirt clinging to the muscles beneath. Her breath caught in her throat, arousal pooled low in her belly, erasing the warmth from the alcohol and replacing it with something much more devastating. She never saw him wearing a T-shirt. Not even the nights he called her to his condo for last-minute work or to help with something. It was always a crisp dress shirt and slacks. This new casual look slayed her good intentions.
She swallowed hard when her gaze collided with his. Anger did indeed burn bright in his dark brown orbs. A buzzing started in her ears and her head spun. She’d never had that reaction to him before.
“Lisa,” her companion in the chair beside her said, his voice full of concern. She blinked repeatedly, dragging herself from the fog that descended around her. It was odd to hear her name fall from his lips. She assumed he got it from the delivery ticket, she’d certainly never told him. She snorted when she realized she didn’t even remember his.
“I’m sorry,” she said, directing it to the man. “My boss is behind you, it must be something important if he’s shown up here.” She stood, holding out her hand. “It was nice to see you again.”
He stood without comment, tipping his head down marginally. Taking her hand, he kissed the back of it then walked away. The anger from Jack blasted her, damn near knocking her back. She almost called the man back to be a buffer between her and her boss.
Her boss…her human boss stood in the middle of the club staring at her as if she’d done something wrong. Her lust drained away, anger taking its place. “How the hell did you get in here?”
“What did you mean, nice to see you again?” He came around the chair, stepping into her personal space. Fury vibrated off him, along with something else she couldn’t identify. He was too close, messing up her senses. This was supposed to be her time to purge him from her mind. From her fantasies. Not have him show up and tempt her to let loose.
She opened her mouth, then closed it again without any words coming out. She was stunned by his arrival and incredibly aroused…even angry. At the mere sight of him in this place, her miniscule panties dampened and her pussy convulsed.
The nymph was a devil on her shoulder, tempting her to touch. To take what she so desperately wanted deep inside.
Jack stared down into the face of the woman he wanted as desperately as his next breath. She was shocked. He could see it written over her delicate features as plain as day. It was essential to his state of mind he get her out of the club and someplace where no one would interrupt them. Preferably to her room. He needed her alone, no distractions, until she agreed to be his forever.
His body shook with fury and a strong desire to pulverize the man who had been sitting with her. Chatting her up. Making her laugh. No man had the right to do that. No man but him.
It had been so long since he’d heard that full, throaty sound. The one that reached down and grabbed him by the balls. The time to hold back and keep a grip on the employer/employee relationship had passed. He needed more. Snaking an arm around her, he pulled her to him. He gripped her chin, angling her head to keep her in place, then pressed the first of what would become many kisses to her lips. He devoured her. The rough penetration with his tongue into her mouth a testament to how little control he currently had. He used everything in his arsenal to seduce her: his teeth, his tongue, and his lips. He nipped, sucked, and reveled in her quick fiery response. Her tongued tangled with his and she pressed her body closer. His dick pulsed to life against her flat stomach.
She tasted so damn good. The mint of whatever drink she’d had and the sweet carnal taste of her nymph rolling to the surface. He could sense that part of her now. Feel it calling out to his newly enhanced blood. If only he’d been able to become a Mystic sooner.
A hand landed on his ass jolting him into awareness. Lisa’s hands were curled into the front of his shirt. There was no way her hand was on his ass. He was reluctant to break their connection. His need to feast on her becoming a living, breathing creature demanding satisfaction. But something wasn’t right. Turning his head, there was a slim, willowy woman crowding into their space. She grinned and flashed sharp pointed teeth.
“No,” he growled and peeled Lisa’s hands from his chest. Threading their fingers together, he pulled her toward the retreat side and away from the interloper. She came along without protest; hopefully, still too dazed to realize what was going on. It was a minor victory he would relish later.
“Where are we going?” She asked breathlessly as they weaved between people.
“Your room.”
“My room?” She chirped.
“Yes, unless you want to stay here and have everyone watch as I fuck you senseless and claim you as mine.”
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. She blinked a couple of times and he knew his words were sinking in. “Oh! Um,” she looked around frantically, “no. We’ll go upstairs.”
Jack powered his way through the club and back to the retreat side. They paused at the bank of elevators waiting for the car to arrive.
Her quiet voice broke the silence around them. “How did you even get in? Humans are banned unless by special invitation.”
He had no intention of talking about what transpired earlier in his office in a public setting. He may be in the world of the Mystics, but he figured even his experience was outside their norm. The elevator finally arrived and opened, he steered her in, finger hovering over the panel.
“Eight,” she said dazed.
They rode up, hands linked together. It was heaven to finally touch her like he’d always wanted. To feel her soft, delicate hand in his. It was such a simple sign of affection and he fucking loved it.
The elevator arrived on her floor without any stops. They stepped out and he allowed her to lead the way. She had the last room on the right. The door tucked away in the corner. Pressing her hand to a panel next to it, the door opened.
The designer in him was floored by the technology he’d seen so far. The overprotective man in him was pleased to know no one could get in without scanning his or her palm. An added sense of security he would need to check into later. He’d also need to get his print added to her room code in case they ever decided to leave the room again. He didn’t plan on it, but he wasn’t adverse if it meant moving from their room to a playroom.
All of that could wait until later. Top priority in his feverish brain was pinning her against the nearest flat surface and staking his claim.
Lisa whirled on him as soon as the door shut. He reached out, tugging her toward him, wrapping his arms around her. Her soft little curves pressed into him. Before she could blast him for manhandling her, he bent his head and fed on her kissable lips. She mewled in response when his tongue swept inside, wrapping around hers.
Her adept fingers threaded into his hair, gripping it, tugging him close. He sure as hell wasn’t going to resist. He could tell she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He’d have to be a complete idiot not to take what she was offering.
He lifted her off the floor, blindly making it to the bed. He spun and sat, arranging her until she straddled him. The soft center of her body landed on his jean-clad dick. It jerked in his pants, causing a bite of pain to shoot into his balls. In an odd twist, it brought him back in check, helping him gain a modicum of control.
She nipped his lip, making him pull back slightly. “Mr. Morgan, we can’t.”
“Don’t Mr. Morgan me, and we can,” he growled. Nipping her back. “You’ll call me Jack from here on out. Unless of course it turns you on to call me Mr. Morgan or sir.”
Lisa ground her hips down, pulling a moan f
rom him. “Jack,” she purred softly and he damn near came in his pants. “What do you think you’re doing here?”
“I thought I was kissing you. I must not have been doing a good enough job if you couldn’t figure that out.”
She leaned in and licked his upper lip. “You were doing fine. What are you doing at Satyr? You can’t be here. You aren’t a Mystic. They’ll punish you if they see you.” Panic laced her voice, and he couldn’t help but smile. He liked knowing she was concerned for him.
“It’ll be fine, trust me. We’ll talk about that later. I’ve waited too long for this.” Standing with her clinging tightly to him, he turned them around. She gasped, clutching him harder as he crawled up the bed, his arm wrapped around her waist to keep her anchored in place.
Settling her on the bed, he peppered kisses over her face and down her neck to her shoulder. Her soft skin was like silk beneath his lips. Soft, smooth, and luxurious. He wanted every inch of her rubbing against every inch of him. He tugged at the flimsy strap holding her dress up, snapping it easily. He gave the other side the same treatment before yanking the dress down her slim body. Inch by quick inch, the body he’d dreamed about was revealed. Her firm, perky little breasts with dark brown puckered nipples entered his view. He scraped his thumbs over the tips lightly. She gasped and arched, silently begging for more attention.
Not one to deny her, he sucked one tip into his mouth. Worrying the nub against the roof. As he drew off, he clamped his teeth down and tugged. She squealed and he popped off, giving the other nipple to the same treatment.
Her fingers threaded back into his hair, pulling and yanking on the dark strands as he applied sweet torture to her other breast. He didn’t linger. There was more he wanted to do before he sunk his cock into her. He skimmed down the center of her body, pulling the dress as he went. Sitting up, he tugged the damn thing off along with her thong. Tired of playing with the fabric impeding his view of her beautiful body.
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