Dane shook his head and took a retreating step back to ensure that he was safely outside of the circle. Where was Dallon? He felt the need for a rescue mission to get his brother to the land of soothing silence.
It wasn’t long before he spied Dallon sitting in the VIP section staring morosely over the crowd.
Dane left Gaston and his admirers and headed over to his brother.
“Hey, you finally made it,” Dallon shouted over the music at him. His gratitude at seeing his brother echoed in the broad grin.
“Go home,” Dane mouthed.
“I’m the designated driver.”
“I’ll get someone to drive him home.” Dane sent the necessary text to his staff. “Now, go home.”
“Thought this would be fun.”
“Maybe if you were twenty-one.”
“Feel like I’m a hundred.” Dallon’s dour expression made its point.
Dane stood to start the process of getting off the floor and getting out of the building. “Come on, old guy, let’s go.”
Dallon drained his glass and stood. “We’ve got to let Gaston know that we’re leaving.”
Looking back out on the floor where Gaston still held court with his light sticks performance, Dane decided not to interrupt. Maybe he was a shitty friend, but a check on the time showed he only had a couple minutes before Yasmin disappeared into the night. Some things were just more important.
Gaston wasn’t worth missing Yasmin. In the light of the day, he’d come up with good reasoning. But right now, he was damned hard and needy for her body.
And if his brother didn’t move his ass, he’d get left behind for Yasmin too.
Dallon took the lead to push through the crowd and tell Gaston about the new arrangement. The party boy nodded and continued blowing his whistle to the latest beat.
“I think he heard me.” Dallon shrugged.
“He’ll be good. I’ll let Jacques keep an eye on him.” Dane sent another text to the club’s manager. When he got an acknowledgment text, he showed it to Dallon.
At this point, he was probably operating on seconds before Yasmin left. He got behind Dallon and grabbed his shoulders powering through the crowd to the exit.
They tumbled onto the sidewalk as if the nightclub burped them up and out. The sudden change in crowds and the massive drop in overwhelming sound was as much a shock to his system as the indoor experience. But he welcomed the breeze, soft night lights, and the burgeoning smile of the woman he desired.
Yasmin look surrounded by casual circumstance, as if she just happened to step out into the night for a stroll. “I see your search and rescue was successful.”
“My brother.” Dane introduced them. “The car is at the headquarters. Will you manage?” He pointed at Yasmin’s shoes.
She slipped them off and hung them on the crook of her fingers. “Let’s go.”
Dallon whispered, “I like her.”
Dane ignored him, but he did like his brother’s reaction.
While he opted to budget his words, Yasmin and Dallon chatted freely like reunited friends. He slipped behind the wheel and, upon her instructions, drove straight to the hotel. He’d already determined that although he pined for her and to be with her, it wasn’t going to happen since he had to take his brother home.
Back in the cool night air, sanity forced its position that he should stick to the plan and avoid Yasmin’s bed and naked body. Logic followed up with all the reasons why he didn’t need to mess around with Yasmin. Getting her home needed to happen like an emergency maneuver. His foot punched the gas pedal and they shot through the night to his first destination.
By the time, he pulled up in front of the hotel, he convinced his body that sliding against or in that beautiful body wasn’t going to happen. Dane hopped out and hurried around the car to open the door for Yasmin hoping that she’d go on her way without small talk. His willpower couldn’t outlast standing close to her.
“It was good seeing you, tonight.” She paused. “Not quite what I expected, but still, it was nice.”
“We’ll chat tomorrow.” He didn’t want to give any hint to Dallon about what may or may not have transpired between him and Yasmin.
“Oh, for God’s sake, go with the woman. You love to play hard to get. I can see that you want to be with her. So why are you standing there about to let her go? What’s your room number, Yasmin?” Dallon draped out the car window motioning at him.
“600,” Yasmin responded in Dane’s direction.
Dane’s pulse jumped into another level to match his hunger to be close to this woman.
“Are you going to listen to your big brother?” Yasmin asked with a hard stare pinned on him. “Obviously, my earlier invitation wasn’t enough to get you here.” She shook her head. “Go home, Dane. I rarely go after second chances.”
Dane looked at her walk away with her shoes dangling in one hand and her delicious rear view retreating. He swallowed his defeat and turned to get back in the car.
Dallon grinned at him, pushed the button on the door locks, and closed the window. “Go!” He pointed at the door.
“Open the damn door!” Dane’s voice raised under the stress.
His brother waved at him and drove off.
Dane waited for about a minute. Maybe his brother would loop around and pick him up. But the car turned right and headed onto the main avenue. He would royally kick Dallon’s ass when he saw him again.
Feeling stupid at his stranded status, Dane considered calling his driver. His hand curled around the phone.
Yasmin’s taunting plucked at his reserve. No second chances.
Slowly he uncurled his fingers and left the phone in his pocket.
Taking a deep breath, he turned and headed to the hotel’s entrance. All he could think about was the lady in the hypnotic, shimmering dress. No, that was a lie. All he could think about was the lady lying naked on her bed.
“Okay, Yasmin. Let’s see if you’re all talk.” His finger stabbed at the elevator button. He was determined and hungry for Yasmin.
CHAPTER SIX
“Figured you couldn’t walk away,” Yasmin casually tossed at Dane without bothering to hide her triumph when he stepped off the elevator.
Earnestly hoping her cockiness wasn’t in vain, she’d waited with her shoes in one hand and her back resting against the wall in the hotel hallway.
The quick way he tucked away his shock amused her.
“Don’t like being predictable,” he grumbled.
“And I don’t do second chances.” Ignoring his glower, she led the way to her room. “But I suspect that we’re here tonight to break our own rules.”
“Don’t count me as a foregone conclusion.”
“I’ll remember that and temper my giddiness over your presence.” She headed toward her suite hoping that his resistance wouldn’t build up again causing him to head for the next available elevator.
She reached her hotel door and heard his approach slow behind her. “Welcome to my home-away-from-home.” She closed the door after he entered and said, “Make yourself comfortable. The bar is over there.”
“By tomorrow this home should be a memory on your hotel bill. I want your business.”
“We’ll see,” she said. “I don’t want to be a foregone conclusion.”
He laughed and headed for the bar.
Yasmin noticed his shoulders relax but refrained from mentioning the observation. She suspected that he wouldn’t look too hard for any excuse to get out of there. After all, he was in her territory.
“Do you mind if I get into something more comfortable. Love these shoes but my feet are throbbing.” She wiggled each foot wincing at the blisters that started on the top of each foot.
“No issues here.” He saluted her retreat with a glass of seltzer water.
Yasmin had more in mind than slipping into something comfortable. Hot and sticky from her marathon dancing, she slipped out of her clothes and panties and headed for a quick shower.
No doubt he’d hear the water, but getting cleaned up was a priority.
No sooner was she enjoying the shower when she heard a knock at the bathroom door.
“I thought you were only getting into something comfortable. Should I head off, then?”
“No. You don’t have to leave.” Yasmin poked her head out of the shower stall to address him on the other side of the closed door.
“I don’t want to you feel obligated to play hostess. I think that I’ll see myself out.” His voice faded into silence.
Yasmin quickly wrapped the towel around her body and ran into the bedroom. “I needed to wash up. That was less than five minutes.”
He backed up until his hip hit the chest of drawers. His gaze swallowed her whole and lingered over every inch of her body. She was sure the water was drying up on her skin as heat from his stare warmed her.
“Don’t you dare leave,” she ordered.
“Why not?” His chin raised at her sharp command.
“Then I won’t have to use my vibrator tonight.”
His words caught in his throat. He suffered under a fit of coughing.
“I was thinking food, then sex. But if you’re in such a hurry, we can have sex, and I’ll eat later. Your choice.” She undid the towel and let it drop to the floor, then headed back into the bathroom to minister to her skin with the various moisturizing lotions.
When several minutes had passed with no sound from her room, she leaned out of the doorway to check on her guest.
He hadn’t moved. His hands were stuck in his pockets. His head bowed so that she couldn’t discern his expression.
“Need more time?” She didn’t know what was the speed bump. Her nipples were hard as hell. Her sex was wet. And her skin craved his touch.
This reluctant bachelor had her turned inside out.
“I’ve got calls to make. Emails that are waiting for my response. I have reports to read for meetings tomorrow,” he said softly with the added shake of the head.
He took out his phone, as if to make his point, and started punching at the keyboard.
Yasmin stepped close and placed her hand over the phone effectively blocking him from continuing. Gently she took it from him and set it down on the nearby furniture.
His expected flash of stubbornness and indignation swept in but faltered as she cupped his face with her hands. “I promise your world will be there when we’re done.” She smiled, her olive branch for safe return to his reality.
Yasmin’s breath hitched at the not-so-subtle change in Dane’s eyes just before his mouth crash landed on hers in a searing kiss.
Hot and hard.
She moaned her pleasure.
Deliciously sweet and intense.
She wanted more.
His mouth claimed with passion and intention.
She had no regrets as she matched what he offered.
His mouth slid from hers. They both took deep breaths.
Almost immediately her mouth searched to reconnect for another chance to be dominated by his perfect mouth.
He had other plans.
She gasped and moaned under the slow rapture of his tongue against her skin. Gently he sucked her neck until her legs could barely hold her up.
Her arms tightened around him, crushing her naked body against the roughness of his suit.
With a soft grip of both hands on her ass, he cupped her cheeks.
Yasmin grunted as the powerful surge of desire overwhelmed her. Grabbing hold of one of his hands, she directed him between her legs. To her sex. Wet. Woke. Wanting.
His fingers stroked her, like a sensual introduction, that had her belly in flutters. He tweaked her and teased her clit, sent her skyward toward the deepest rapture.
Her hand stayed on his head prompting him toward her mouth to seal his lips with hers. Otherwise, she’d scream. Loud. In agony. With joy. He hadn’t stopped teasing the sensitive landscape of her sex. Her body responded like a finely-tuned instrument to his touch ready to hum to his will.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Say it,” he commanded. “Beg for it.”
She swept her tongue against his lips, in an act of defiance. Not saying what he wanted to hear, what she needed to feel.
He chuckled, but the warning growl rumbling in his throat prickled her nerves with anticipation.
“Beg,” he demanded with a swat on her backside.
Yasmin giggled as her ass warmed under his large hand.
“Stubborn.” He lifted her and dropped her spread-eagled on the bed.
She beckoned to him with the crook of her finger.
Slowly he peeled off his clothes, taking his time to fold and lay them carefully on the nearby chair.
She howled her impatience. Her hand sought refuge between her legs, stroking and playing to soothe the searing desire that craved for him. Her pulse hadn’t come down to normal since his first contact with her mouth, her skin, her sex. She was hot and so ready.
From clothed to naked, time slowed, as she watched him take his time to remove the last piece of clothing. No matter how much he pretended to be cool and in control, the proud erection of his cock was what mattered to Yasmin.
Still he didn’t approach to fill her with his beautiful sex.
Instead, he reached into his pants pocket and retrieved his wallet. She watched him take out a condom and put it on before he looked up and bathed her with a wicked smile.
Without warning, he hoisted her legs up to his shoulders, her vagina at his mouth, his tongue lashing at her sex.
She screamed and laughed, almost crying as his lips suctioned to tease and drain her dry.
His mouth detached from her body. “Sweet, as I imagined. Now beg.”
“Yes,” she hissed. “I’ll beg. I’ll beg.” But how could she function with him blowing softly on her sex?
“Fuck me,” she begged.
“Gladly.”
He laid her back down, but his hands remained around her hips lifting her up for his entry.
She squeezed her eyes shut. All her energy on the exquisite moment that his cock filled her, fully possessing and holding her captive.
In and out. He pumped. He pounded. He stirred her craving.
His hand slid up her belly, latching on to her breast. His fingers caressed to the wild rhythm of their noisy ride.
She didn’t want to be quiet. Every moan, groan, wail of pleasure escaped with a guttural explosion.
Sanity exploded, as he intermixed his domination with his cock and then his tongue. She couldn’t stop. She had no control.
Her fingers grasped the sheets, fisting the soft fabric into her hands.
Her back arched.
Damn his tongue.
Damn his cock.
“Harder.” She demanded, unafraid of his thickness and hardness.
Sweet delicious torture.
He flipped her with ease onto her belly. His teeth sank into the meaty flesh of her ass.
Her sex pulsed.
“You want it hard.” His voice warmed her ear.
“I like it rough.”
His breath tickled her ear with his chuckle.
Again, his tongue worked its magic along her back. Goosebumps prickled her skin.
His mouth peppered kisses along her shoulders.
He parted her ass and allowed his cock to trace the intimate line to her sex. Every time, she clenched under duress, he swatted her.
His knee opened her legs wider.
She waited. Her heart almost in her throat.
He kissed her on one cheek and then the other.
She panted.
He kissed her on the same path that his cock landed, straight down her ass. He kissed every inch of her, lingering in places that were so sensitive, so intimate, so vulnerable under his mouth and tongue.
She moaned and begged her demands.
Still, he punished her, for that was all she could think, as he teased her sex
with the most tender kisses.
Her teeth clenched. Her hips writhed.
“You’re so damned sweet.” His sincerity pleased her.
“Please… I can’t take it anymore.”
He raised her ass.
“Go ahead, fuck me,” she coaxed.
“Hold on tight.”
His fingers dug into her hips holding her in place as he connected and rapid-fire pumped her sex.
Nothing mattered.
Yet everything did.
Her senses were on hyper awareness. She couldn’t talk, couldn’t catch her breath. Her cries emitted in gasps and moans were mixed with the breaths that she sucked in and held.
His cock didn’t relent. He didn’t slow down. The upward climb to the peak was fast and rigorous.
Now his breath hissed. Strangled cries rumbled over her head.
She felt his cock tighten before he growled with the pulsing beat of his orgasm. Her inner walls answered the primal call, shuddering another release for her.
They rode it out to the end, refusing to uncouple as their bodies trembled in tandem with each other.
He eased out of her and excused himself to head for the bathroom.
Yasmin felt gloriously alive and tingling all over. She enjoyed sex and had no shame in seeking good lovers. But this, well, this was different. Dare she say that it was special.
Slowly, she curled up waiting for his return. Her smile stayed lazily on her face. Her body had a workout that she was sure would have her feeling the after-effects. But her body also had been awakened from a deep slumber. She didn’t look forward to returning to the status quo.
No matter what, she needed Dane to keep fucking her.
As long as she could keep her mission separate, then what was the harm with being sexually satisfied for the next few days. She reached over for the hotel-provided water bottle and took a long drink.
“Monaco just might be my favorite hang out,” she said in the empty room, as the water in the bathroom turned off.
Dane returned to the room. The youngest Laurent brother considered the baby of the family in the news had no babyish qualities. His body glowed under the lamplight showing off his tanned muscled frame.
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