The Exposé 4

by Sloane, Roxy

  Fuck yes.

  I grab her ass and wrap her legs around my waist, slamming her back into the wall, thrusting inside her slick, tight pussy in one deep stroke.

  “Dax!” Zoe cries out as I plunge deep inside her willing cunt. She thrusts back against me, arching up to meet my cock. I withdraw, listening to her whimpers, and slam into her again, losing myself in the clench of her heat; the unbelievable friction.

  Every fucking moment. Each goddamn stroke.

  I lift her away from the wall, carrying her across the room to the living area. There’s thick carpet here, so I set her down, turning her onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air.

  Damn.

  I enjoy the sight of her body, her breasts swinging free and that perfect round ass jutting back towards me. I position myself over her and push back inside her, slowly this time, feeling every tight inch.

  Zoe whimpers again, grinding back, hungry for my cock. And I give it to her.

  “Yes,” she moans. “So good. Fuck yes.”

  I drive my hips, riding her deep, loving her filthy mouth. I’m on my knees too, bracing her body against me, squeezing at her perfect breasts as I thrust in an animal pace. Zoe’s moans are getting high-pitched, a frenzy of helpless pleasure as I lose myself in her heat, her wild thrusting, the goddamn rightness of my cock claiming her sweet cunt once and for all.

  “Dax!”

  I feel her body buck against me, fast and frantic. She’s close now, gasping and moaning, but I need to see this. I want to see everything.

  I pull out, laying her down flat on her back so I can see the desperate desire in her eyes, and how her cheeks are flushed; her nipples hard and pink.

  “Look at you,” I say, dipping a finger into her mouth and then tracing it down her body, pausing to stroke her clit with my thumb. “You’re perfect.”

  “Dax,” she whispers, watching me. So fucking beautiful.

  It’s the only name she’ll ever need. I’m not letting her go. Never again.

  “You’re mine,” I growl. I grip her knees, lifting her legs wide and setting them on my shoulders. Now she’s spread open, waiting for me. Right where she’s supposed to be.

  I savor the moment, brushing my fingers over her clit again, rubbing in slow circles. Her head tilts back and she whimpers, keening against my hand. “Please,” she begs.

  “What do you want?” It’s torture holding back. I want to ravage her, shove my dick in that hot wetness where it belongs, but I need to hear her say it. I need to know she feels this too.

  “You.” Zoe’s eyes lock mine, full of emotion and a desperate need. “I want you. Only you. Please, Dax! I need you.”

  “Good.” I rock slowly into her slick cunt, and watch her come undone.

  Her mouth parts in a silent scream as I thrust so fucking deep, I can feel her start to convulse. Her cunt clenches at me, her body arches up. I slam into her again, starting a chain reaction that sends us both over the edge.

  “Fuck, Dax, yes,” she moans.

  Every wild spasm of her climax grips at my cock, so fucking good, but I don’t stop, I ride it out, pounding mercilessly until her wild screams mingle with my own animal roar.

  Fuck. Harder. Deeper.

  Yes.

  I explode, pulling out and spurting over her gorgeous body. Marking her. Owning her.

  Mine.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  ZOE

  When I wake up, I’m bundled up in blankets in a guest room I don’t recognize. Dax’s arms are wrapped tightly around me. Safe and secure.

  It all comes rushing back. He’s here. That must mean he forgives me—that he cares.

  I roll to face him, and find he’s awake.

  God, I could look at that face forever.

  “What time is it?” I murmur. I kiss him and he pulls me tightly against his chest, cradling me in his arms.

  “Eleven, maybe. You slept a while,” he smirks. “Someone must have worn you out.”

  “Just a little,” I smile, wriggling against him. “You go hard.”

  “Not always.” Dax’s hands slide under the covers, caressing my skin in a whisper. “I can be soft...”

  He dips his head, making his way along my collarbone in a delicate trail of kisses. I sigh in satisfaction, parting my legs to give his hardening cock access.

  Right where I need him the most.

  Dax presses his cock against my opening, teasing for a just a moment, and then rocks into me gently. Too gently, barely moving at all, but still filling me up, splitting me open. So deep. Right there.

  Fuck.

  I slowly clench around him, feeling every thick, demanding inch. I gasp for breath, feeling my blood spark with heat.

  “See...” Dax lifts his head, capturing my lips this time in a slow kiss to match the lazy pace of his body. “It doesn’t always have to be a fight.”

  Our hips move together, inch by delicious inch. The heat is rising, such a deep, slow burn, it spreads everywhere, setting my whole body ablaze.

  I try to speed the pace, but Dax keeps me locked in place. Teasing me with every shallow stroke.

  I drag my nails slowly down his back.

  He groans against me, angling to thrust even deeper. But still, he keeps the pace slow. Relentless.

  “Please,” I gasp, writhing under his touch, but Dax just kisses my shoulders and breasts, grazing my nipples and making me shudder with sensation.

  I can barely hold back. I’m so close. God, so fucking close.

  He tilts my chin up, making me look at him. Our eyes lock, and I can see the fierce hunger in his eyes. The lust, pure and simple.

  And something more.

  He surges into me again, faster now, hitting just the right spot, and I can’t help it anymore. “I’m coming,” I pant into his mouth.

  “I want you to,” he says, and that’s my undoing.

  The orgasm rips through me, a blaze of pleasure that goes on and on as I moan in Dax’s ear, whispering his name. Dax lets out a strangled roar and unleashes, slamming into me a final time, filling me up as he comes. He groans my name, over and over in my ear until we’re both spent and breathless.

  Oh. My. God.

  Dax rolls off me, then spoons me against him. “Goddamn,” he says appreciatively, “You’re going to kill me if we keep this up.”

  “But at least we’d both die happy.” I stretch, feeling the amazing rush in my bloodstream.

  This man could fuck for America.

  He chuckles. “I have no plans of leaving you anytime soon.” He lands a light slap on my ass.

  “Good.”

  I’m wrapped in a haze of satisfaction, but one thing is still casting a shadow on my bliss. I lift my head to look at him. “Did you want to, you know, talk about everything?”

  Dax looks back. “Is there anything else I need to know?”

  I shake my head. “I went to see that editor today,” I admit. “I told him to go to hell.”

  Dax grins. “I wish I’d seen that.”

  “So you’re really not mad anymore?” I can’t believe it, after the way he acted when he read the article.

  Dax strokes my cheek. “No. I promise. I’m sorry I went off on you like that. I jumped to conclusions and assumed the worst.”

  “I don’t blame you, I haven’t exactly given you a reason to trust me,” I say, rueful.

  He shakes his head. “You did the right thing in the end. That takes courage. I know that running with the story would have made your career. It must have been a tough choice to walk away.”

  “It wasn’t,” I reply, honest. “Not once I knew you. Knew what kind of man you are.”

  Dax answers me with a kiss, until the sound of his cellphone interrupts us. He sighs. “Probably more lawyers threatening me with lawsuits if details about their clients get out.”

  “Is it really so bad?” I ask, guilty.

  He gives me a smile. “It’s fine. I’m thinking of it as a fresh start, time for a new challenge.”
/>   I still feel terrible, and it must show, because he brings my hand to his lips and drops a kiss in my palm.

  “This was going to happen one day, Zoe. You can’t keep beating yourself up over it.”

  I study his expression, but he really means it.

  Relief sweeps through me.

  Dax answers the call. “I’m kind of busy—”

  He pauses.

  “Seriously? Sure, I’ll be right in.” He hangs up, then turns to me. “It’s the club.”

  “Something happened?” I panic.

  “No,” he shakes his head, looking bemused. “That was Dominique, she says there’s a line out the door. Everyone’s come out tonight. Even with the news, and the cameras. I don’t understand it.”

  “They want to show their support!” I clap my hands together. “This is great. You need to get in there.”

  “You mean, ‘we’.” Dax grabs my hand and yanks me into his lap. I laugh.

  “I don’t have anything to wear! I left all my fancy new clothes at your place, remember?”

  “So borrow something of Tasha’s,” he shrugs. “I seem to recall you looking damn good in her dress.”

  “OK, but it’s going to take me longer to get ready than you.” I toss his shirt at him. “You go ahead and take care of business. I’ll be right behind you.”

  *

  I take my time getting dressed. I want to look my best -- and it’ll be the first time I’ve entered the club as a guest, not a hostess. By the time I get out of the cab, I can see that Dax wasn’t kidding: there’s a line around the block, and nobody seems concerned with the paparazzi taking photos of everyone.

  I guess The Underground has become the hottest club in the city, anonymous or not.

  I head to the woman scowling at the front door. “Hey Dominique.” I brace myself for her icy stare, but instead she smiles.

  “Come on up. Dax is just making the rounds. He says to meet him in the Diamond Suite,” she adds with a wink.

  I feel a thrill. What does he have planned?

  Upstairs, the place is buzzing: people mingling, laughing, enjoying drinks. Usually, there’s an air of mystery about the club: a hushed kind of secrecy, but tonight, all that’s blown away. It’s a massive party. I guess Dax is going out with a bang.

  And if I’m lucky, I will too.

  I slip through the crowd, and head for the back hallway. As I make my way to the suite, someone bumps into me.

  “Sorry,” I say, looking up. It’s Jimmy, his head down. I haven’t seen him since he showed up at Maria’s the other day, but maybe he’s here to apologize, or maybe he and Dax have already made up. He doesn’t pause before hurrying away towards the offices.

  I get a weird flash of deja vu for a moment, but I shake it off when I reach the Diamond Suite.

  It’s the most luxurious room in the club: a lavish four-poster bed, and a wall filled with high-end toys.

  Floggers, whips, bondage gear.

  I feel a shiver of anticipation. I scoot up on the bed, feeling impatient. I know Dax needs to take care of business, but I can’t wait to see him again.

  Feel him thrust inside me again.

  As I look around the room, my thoughts wander. Something is still lingering in the back of my mind. For all the drama with the club exposé and the newspaper, I’ve been distracted from what started all this for Dax in the first place:

  The anonymous notes. The threats.

  The fire.

  I shiver. Whoever did that is still out there somewhere. He wants to hurt Dax -- and anyone he cares about, too. Who could be driven to such extremes? What kind of vendetta could fuel such a dangerous game?

  That deja vu hits me again, sending chills all over my body. And then it hits me.

  The neighbor who pushed past me in the hallway before the fire.

  Jimmy, out in the club just now.

  It’s the same guy.

  It’s him.

  I leap up. Oh God, all along he was right there in front of us. Of course, I saw for myself just how jealous and angry Jimmy is. He thinks Dax has stolen his family; replaced him as husband and father with Maria and Luca.

  I dash for the hallway, racing back to the main room of the club. I look around, desperately searching for Dax, but he’s nowhere in sight.

  “Dominique!” I stop her as she passes. “Where’s Dax?”

  “I don’t know.” She shrugs, looking around. “His office, maybe?”

  I’m already hurrying away. My heart pounds with dread. Jimmy was heading this way. God, what’s he planning now? He won’t quit until he hurts Dax -- or worse.

  I careen down the hallway and reach Dax’s office. I grab the door handle, ready to throw it open.

  A gunshot comes from inside.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  DAX

  “Put the gun down, Jimmy.” I hold my hands up, speaking in a low, calm voice. “You don’t know what you’re doing here. Just stop and think this through.”

  Jimmy waves the gun wildly. “Don’t talk to me like I’m one of your fucking minions, Dax. You’re forgetting, I know how to use this thing.”

  I think fast. I can’t believe I didn’t see it from the start, but I guess I wanted to believe he’d changed. That he wanted to make good on all his promises, get his life back together and be the father that Luca needs.

  I was wrong.

  He’s still too caught up in pride and stupid grudges to do the right thing.

  “You’re the one who sent me those notes.” I try to stall for time. “What did you want, money? Some kind of blackmail?”

  “I wanted you to worry, for once in your goddamn life.” Jimmy’s face twists into an ugly sneer. “You, up here in your club, so fucking comfortable. You think you own the world now, don’t you? You’ve got this place, Maria, my son--”

  “I don’t have them,” I argue. “It’s not like that. It never was.”

  “You didn’t set them up in that fancy townhouse?” Jimmy throws back at me. “You don’t give Luca all those expensive toys? How the fuck am I supposed to compete with that?”

  “It’s not a competition!” I explode.

  He was the one who hurt Zoe. He would have killed her, given half the chance. I clench my jaw and try to keep from lunging at him right now.

  But he doesn’t care about Zoe. To him, she was just a way of getting to me. There’s only one thing he cares about: hurting me.

  “I was just being there for them when you couldn’t be,” I say through gritted teeth. “Remember, you’re the one who took that last job. Maria begged you not to, but you couldn’t stop. You had to be the big-shot criminal. This is on you.”

  “Shut up!” Jimmy yells. His eyes are wild, and I wonder if he’s on something. I wouldn’t put it past him. “Just shut the fuck up! You don’t get to talk now, I’m the one in charge. I’m in control now!”

  “Is that what you want, to be in control?” I edge around my desk, trying to get closer. “Because I told you, you’re not thinking this through. What are you going to do, kill me?”

  “Quit it. I know what you’re doing— you’re trying to get in my head and play me from the inside out.” Jimmy gestures erratically.

  I don’t take my eyes from the gun. “This isn’t a trick,” I say. “But if you hurt me, then what? You’ll go right back to jail. What will Luca do then without you? You’ll be leaving them all alone. For good this time.”

  “Stop!”

  “You won’t shoot me.” I take another step closer. “Deep down, you know this isn’t right. There’s another way, just trust me. I can help you.”

  “No!”

  But Jimmy looks like he’s wavering. This is my chance. My only chance.

  Suddenly, I lunge, reaching for the gun. His arm flies up.

  A shot rings out.

  Pain shatters through my shoulder. We go crashing to the ground. I try to grab for the gun, but Jimmy hits me across the face with the barrel and struggles to his feet. He aims again, but ju
st as he’s raising the gun, the door behind him flies open.

  Someone barrels into him with a cry.

  “No!” She grabs him from behind, yanking him away. I catch a glimpse of dark hair and a familiar body.

  Zoe?

  Panic grips me. Somehow, this is worse than facing death myself. A hundred times worse.

  He can’t hurt her.

  I ignore the fire in my shoulder and rear up from the ground. Zoe is grappling with him, clawing at his face. I pull him off her, and slam my fist into his face with a crack.

  Jimmy reels back, blood spurting from his broken nose. The gun falls to the ground, but I don’t stop. I hit him again, blind with rage.

  He trapped her. He set that fire.

  I could have lost her.

  “Dax!” Through the anger, I hear her voice. “Dax, stop. Both of you, stop!”

  There’s noise. A commotion. Someone drags me off him. Griffin. He yanks me back against the wall.

  “That’s enough,” he tells me gruffly. “It’s done.”

  I snap back to reality. Jimmy is collapsed on the ground. He’s choking through the blood, gasping for breath.

  To think, he was like a brother to me.

  “You’re out of second chances,” I spit. “The moment you hurt Zoe, you were dead to me.”

  But Jimmy says nothing.

  I turn away and glare at Griffin. “Where is she?” I demand. “Zoe?”

  “She’s outside. The cops are already on their way, and an ambulance for you. I’ll see to this mess,” Griffin says, nodding at Jimmy.

  I leave them in the office. Zoe is in the hallway, her eyes filled with tears. “Are you OK?” I ask, cradling her face. “Did he hurt you?”

  “I’m fine.” Zoe holds me tight. “When the gun went off... I was so scared for you.”

  “I’m OK,” I tell her. “This is nothing. Really.”

  “It’s not nothing—you’re bleeding,” she argues, then examines the tear in my shirt, and the wound beneath. She sucks in a breath. “My God, Dax, he shot you!”

  “Just my shoulder,” I shrug. The truth is, I barely feel a thing. I’m too relieved that she’s OK. She’s the only one who matters. “What the hell were you doing, walking in like that? You could have been killed!”