“You sure?” Eric asked at the door to his building.
The smile she directed at him was all he needed to get them to the elevator, and inside before his patience snapped.
Her purse hit the floor as Eric hauled her up into his arms. Her back hit the wall of the moving elevator as his mouth descended.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. He wanted her badly enough that he didn’t think gentle was something he could do with her, at least not while his body felt ready to detonate.
Sylvia’s hands held his head in place as she ate at his mouth with the same enthusiasm he returned.
His hands held her ass, which he used to his advantage, and rubbed her against his rock-hard cock. She wore jeans, and he’d never been so tempted to rip clothes to get to the goods as he was now. He’d ripped a few pairs of panties in his time, no one got to his age without, but fuck, he was going to come in his jeans if the elevator didn’t deliver them to his floor.
Moving his mouth down Sylvia’s jaw and neck, he tried to inhale, and catch his breath before he took her on the floor of the elevator. She wasn’t having any of it and grabbed his head, lifted him back to her and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
Before his brain could register her next move, she slipped a hand between them and made quick work of his jeans. He captured her hot sigh with his mouth when his cock sprung into her hand.
He broke from the kiss and growled at the feel of her small hand as she palmed him, and then the whoosh of the doors broke into his pleasure.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill?” he growled. He’d never fucked without protection but he didn’t want anything between him and the hot little firecracker in his arms. He’d think about that when his cock wasn’t hard as granite.
“Yes, I am.” She bit his ear. “You’re clean, right?”
If only she knew how clean. “God, yeah.”
Sylvia wasn’t for slowing down, so he made sure she was firmly in his hands. Her legs wrapped around him, his dick, long and thick, squished between them, as he made his way down the corridor to his apartment.
Chapter Four
Sylvia’s core was on fire with need for the man she was wrapped around. He set her alight with just a heated look, and she’d craved him since the night in Kenza.
They stumbled into his apartment, and as soon as the door slammed shut behind them, Sylvia wiggled free and dropped to the floor on her knees. Her smile of delight at Eric’s curse and growl lit her face, but her chuckle at his reaction when she sucked the flared head into her wet mouth caused his legs to tremble against her.
His cock dripped with excitement, which she licked up, as her hand tried to wrap around his girth. He was thick, and the long shaft nearly reached his navel, far too big for her small hand. She felt his legs quiver as she stroked him from balls to tip. Her finger swirled around the bulging top and collected his essence on its tip.
Meeting his gaze, she sucked her finger into her mouth and tasted him.
“You taste good.”
“Fuck, Sylvia. I’m holding on by a thread.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” she teased, and slid out of her jeans in a teasing dance.
The slow strip had Eric’s tongue slipping from his lips as he moistened them. She smirked and turned her back to him. Her top was next followed by her bra.
With a lusty glance over her shoulder, he quickly removed his clothes and then he was on her.
Her hands were raised above her head; he grabbed her hips and pulled her ass toward him.
“God, babe. I need you, and I’m not sure I’m going to be able to wait.”
She wiggled her ass. “Then don’t. I’m wet and ready for you, Eric. I have been for months,” she admitted, and gasped when she felt the presence of him at her back. His dick jerked as he pressed against her.
“Not here. I’m too tall to take you from behind while standing up.”
He flipped her around and sealed his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and went with him when he wrapped her up in his arms. A few steps later, he dropped to the sofa and adjusted her so that she straddled him.
The precum leaking from him made her weak, and she was glad to already be sitting down. When she met his passion filled green eyes, her whole body nearly ignited. When his gaze moved down to her large breasts and his hands came up to rub her tight nipples, her back arched as she cried out in pleasure.
He overwhelmed her system, and as her arousal started to coat his thighs, she rose above him, and helped guide his swollen length inside her snug channel.
Eric slid his hands up her thighs as she seated herself fully on him, and threw her head back in pleasure. Fireworks started to explode inside her belly. His grip firm on her hips, he rocked her and her body broke out in goose bumps. She was so wet that he slid in and out with ease.
As she started moving without his help, Eric cupped the weight of her breasts in his palms. His thumbs grazed her protruding nipples and sent a bolt of electricity straight to her core.
“I love these.” He squeezed her boobs. She’d always been self-conscious with the size of her breasts compared to the rest of her. But Eric treated them like he was never going to let go. “I’ve dreamt about fucking them.”
Sylvia groaned, and ground down on him as she neared the bliss of completion.
Eric crushed her against him as he took her mouth in a carnal kiss filled with so much passion her vaginal walls clamped around him.
The orgasm took her as her core rippled over and over again in so much bliss that she vaguely heard Eric shout out. His climax was felt in her channel as he thickened and started to release inside her.
Seeing his nipples so hard, she reached out and rubbed. Eric rewarded her with a growl while his cock twitched inside her. His eyes never left her while he came, and that gave her the afterglow to lean forward and collapse onto his chest.
She felt his hesitation before his arms came up and wrapped around her. His hand slid up to the nape of her neck where he massaged the sensitive skin.
While his breathing was uneven and he held her close, she’d felt that his first thought had been to push her away. She knew, and always had, that Eric wasn’t the settling kind of guy. He seemed happy in the single guy life, which is one of the reasons why she hadn’t tried to seek him out.
But what now?
The arms around her held tight as he gently caressed her skin with his fingertips—arousing her all over again.
But because of his slight hesitation before, she didn’t want to lift her head in case he looked at her with indifference now that they’d fucked.
Even though she wanted to call it hot sex, she knew deep in her heart that he’d fucked her. Because that’s all he’d allow himself to do or think.
A light caress over her bottom made her squirm in his lap, her lust for the man far from sated regardless of the amazing orgasm he’d just given her. She felt him start to harden. He’d never really shrunk.
“I’m still fucking hard,” Eric stated the obvious, not sounding too happy about the fact.
Worrying her bottom lip, Sylvia lifted her head and finally met Eric’s gaze. “What now?”
“We talk.” He secured her to him, and got to his feet.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, and the pleasure she’d felt as he moved had a sigh escaping from between her lips. The head of his cock slid back and forth inside her slick channel now that he was rock hard and ready to go.
But before he tossed her onto his bed, he withdrew and set her onto the mattress. Eric followed her down and crawled on top of her, caging her in with his big body.
Brushing the hair back from her face with a tenderness she hadn’t known she craved from him, he kissed the tip of her nose, and asked, “What are you doing at Poles?”
A sinking sensation hit her mid-section like a hammer. That was the last thing she expected to talk about tonight. Maybe when they were at the club but after that kiss, and after arriving back at his apart
ment, she hadn’t thought about Poles. Him asking her while he pushed her into the mattress of his bed with his naked body didn’t sit well with her. It felt like he’d planned to ask her all along but wanted to bring her defenses down before he did.
Did he think she’d lie to him if he’d asked earlier?
“Sylvia, you’re thinking too hard. Just spit it out so I can fuck you again.” He rubbed against her heat, and a moan escaped her lips.
“It’s only temporary,” she started, and moistened her lips with the tip of her pink tongue.
His eyes followed.
She continued, “I stumbled into the job really. Talya was already working behind the bar, so I’d go in for an hour or so. One night, Yuri and Talya were talking and it came up that I’d been having pole dancing lessons. Kind of. For exercise.” She paused, feeling uncomfortable talking about her reasons for working at Poles while they were on Eric’s bed, naked. It wasn’t the kind of conversation to have right now.
Eric sensed her discomfort because he jumped from the bed and grabbed one of his discarded shirts. Back on the bed, he rested against the headboard, and pulled Sylvia onto his lap. His cock throbbed between them, but he seemed to want to ignore his aroused flesh while he helped her into his shirt.
She grinned, and he smirked in response.
“Now talk, woman.”
She sighed. “I just kind of fell into it at the thought of the extra money I could make. I’d seen a cottage in the countryside one weekend and it made me crave having that. You know, a small place to call my own. But I fell in love with that little cottage. It needs a lot of work, but only a couple more months at Poles and then I’ll have the down payment and I can leave.”
Sylvia paused and she chewed the side of her lip before she continued, “Yuri, knows that it’s only temporary and he’s good with that. Actually, I think he’d be good with anything if Talya got involved.” She smiled. “I only dance once, the night I’m scheduled to work, because Yuri knows how much out of my comfort zone I am. He’s a good guy really.”
“His family is really bad, Sylvia. You need to remember that.” Eric frowned. “I don’t like the idea of you shimmying around the stage half naked. What do the McKenzies think about it?”
She wouldn’t meet his gaze.
“Sylvia? They know right?”
“No.” She met his gaze. “It’s temporary and the last thing I need is anyone on my case. I’m a grown woman and don’t take orders too kindly.”
There was no way Eric couldn’t hear the warning in her words or tone, and with his arched brow, he understood—loud and clear.
If this was all she had, then she didn’t want to waste the rest of the night talking. She didn’t want a minute wasted.
Reaching between them just as Eric opened his mouth to speak, she rubbed the flared head of his dick. He groaned and shivered, flexing his hands on Sylvia’s thigh.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what we were talking about,” Eric murmured. He quickly turned the tables and had Sylvia flat on her back with him looming over her. He licked his lips, and bent to her nipples, everything else forgotten as his mouth sucked one large pebble inside.
Chapter Five
Sitting on his favorite chair in the living room, with a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, Eric wondered what the hell was wrong with him. Last night had been great but he’d fallen into old habits by morning.
He’d woken up and heard the rustle as Sylvia raced around his place finding her clothes before she’d snuck out of his apartment. And he’d pretended to still be asleep. She frightened him, and made him act differently when he was around her.
Last night was supposed to be a one-night stand, and the way he had acted had told her it was but now…now he wasn’t sure. While he sat on his own, he craved her company. He’d enjoyed having her in his apartment. No one had ever been inside before, other than his cousin, Ramon, and his sister.
But he wanted Sylvia in his domain again, and he had no intention of being a total ass next time by pretending to sleep. He’d wake her with his body before he’d cook her breakfast. He liked to cook, but he always took breakfast seriously because if he didn’t, he’d be hungry for the rest of the day.
How to go about getting her again was something that he needed to think about. She wouldn’t be so easy to come with him next time, and he only had himself to blame for that.
He wasn’t used to wanting the company of the same woman over and over again, but he had a feeling that after a couple of times with Sylvia, he’d still be wanting the woman.
Gulping the last of his coffee down, his apartment doorbell started to buzz. It was too early for someone to call, it wasn’t even nine. For a minute, his heart went frantic with the brief idea that it could be Sylvia. It wouldn’t be and he needed to get a grip.
On his feet, he slowly made his way to the door, wondering if he should ignore it. But whoever was out there had started to get impatient with the string of noise coming from the buzzer. Also, whoever it was had sweet-talked their way up to his apartment because no one got past security, or so his sister had discovered.
At the door, he yanked it open and stood in shocked delight. His brother, Aiden, stood there with a large grin on his face.
“What am I interrupting?” Aiden asked, and tugged Eric into his arms for a tight hug.
He hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed his brother until that moment. Aiden raced anything with high speed and had scared the shit out of him on more than one occasion. Racing was Aiden’s life, but Eric had gotten the feeling that his brother had grown tired of it all.
“You going to close the door?” Aiden raised a brow in question.
Eric laughed. “Fuck.” The door slammed closed after he kicked it with his foot. “You want coffee? I have fresh.”
“Thanks.”
In the kitchen, Eric poured himself a fresh cup, and passed his brother a cup of the still hot coffee.
He was happy that his brother stood opposite him. They were close when they were growing up but somewhere along the line, they’d drifted apart even though they’d stayed in touch. Each of them had their own dreams they needed to follow before they could follow anything else, or anyone else.
“How long are you staying for?” Eric asked.
Moving into the living room, he dropped into his chair, and waved Aiden over to the sofa.
“Lexington? Not long. I’m on my way to see Dad and Lucia but wanted to see you first. It’s been too long, brother.”
“I agree.” His eyes stayed on Aiden in case he disappeared. “I can’t believe you’re here. How long has it been?”
“You know exactly how long it’s been, Eric,” Aiden drawled with a smirk, knowing him well.
“Two years and four months.”
Aiden held up his cup in a silent toast. “How you doing now that you’re out? And don’t bullshit me.”
“Who’s the older brother?” Eric commented, and continued, “I’m doing okay. I miss it. Not as much as I did. But it’s all I’ve ever done…all I’ve ever known.” He took a drink as he collected his thoughts. “I’m not sure which direction to go in yet. I’ve helped Will out a few times at his center. Sebastian has offered me a position with them as head of security, but I’m not sure if that’s what I want to do.” Eric grinned as Sylvia slipped back into his thoughts. She had never really been out of them.
“Hmm,” Aiden mumbled, and drained his cup. “I know that look, bro. You’re hiding something.”
“Not really. She’s—”
“She?”
“Let me finish. Sylvia is a breath of fresh air that I’m finding difficult to get out of my head. Working for Seb would have its advantages because she’s his assistant. I’m probably going to have to beg on my knees to get her to talk to me now,” Eric admitted.
“Why? What have you done?” Aiden looked comfortable as he stretched out with an ankle over the opposite knee. Eric noticed his brother’s eyes sparkled with mirth
because he’d put Eric on the spot.
Eric briefly met his brother’s gaze before he turned away and sighed. “I let her leave this morning thinking that I was asleep. A total bastard move.”
Aiden gave him an incredulous look. “You must really like this woman because I’ve never known you to be bothered about that shit. In fact, you’re usually the one doing the leaving without a backward glance.”
Those words described Eric perfectly, and his brother knew just how spot on they were, otherwise, he wouldn’t have said anything.
“She’s different. But I’m sure she was just another one-night stand. I’m just getting fucking old.”
Aiden chuckled with laughter. “That is funny. My brother is finally sunk over a woman.”
“Screw you.”
“Something tells me you’d still like to be screwing her.”
“That’s the thing,” he admitted, “I don’t just want her naked in my bed, I think I want a lot more with her and it scares the shit outta me.”
Aiden’s eyes widened in surprise and he opened his mouth to comment before closing it again as he stared at his brother thoughtfully. It was clear that he was surprised by Eric’s statement and wasn’t sure how to reply to it. With a sudden laugh, Aiden said, “Well, fuck. You’re so screwed, bro.”
“Instead of enjoying yourself at my expense, why don’t you tell me what’s been going on with you.” He smirked, and watched his brother as he squirmed.
“I’d rather not.”
Eric bet he’d rather not as well. Aiden had never been one for talking about himself. He had a reputation for being a ladies man, but he’d never once talked about any of ‘his women’ or admitted to the reputation that followed him around. He sure as hell deserved credit for that because some fuckers couldn’t keep their mouths shut.
“If you’re not going to open up, brother,” Eric smirked, “then tell me why the sudden visit to see Dad and Lucia? It’s not like you to just turn up.”
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