I sucked, taking him in long, deep thrusts, desperate to take him farther, to pull him right up to the edge, and when I felt the first shudders—when I knew he was so very close—I slowly withdrew and peered at him through my lashes, my mouth slick with him as I whispered, “Will you give me a job?”
“Yes,” he moaned. “But not at Destiny.”
I stared at him. And then—though my body was hot and prickly with desire, though all I wanted in that moment was to feel that gorgeous cock inside me—I laughed.
“Bastard,” I said.
“Christ,” he said, his voice tight with control. “This isn’t how I planned it, but I have to have you. Now”
“Planned it?”
“You came out of nowhere and knocked me off kilter,” he said, as he reached into the drawer of a small table beside the couch and pulled out a condom. “I will have you properly in my bed, Sloane, make no mistake. But I’m going to fuck you now.”
“I—“
“No. Don’t say a word,” he said as he rolled the condom on. “Just lift your dress, take off your panties, and come here.”
“I should go,” I said, even as my sex clenched in anticipation and my nipples tightened painfully. “I should just turn around and leave.”
“But you won’t.”
I hesitated, and part of me wanted to leave simply to keep him on edge. But that wasn’t happening. I wanted this too much. Wanted Tyler too much.
“No,” I whispered as I reached up under my dress and slid my panties off. “I won’t go.” I left the panties on the floor and walked slowly to him.
“That’s it,” he said, as I climbed onto the couch, my dress spread out wide around us. I was on my knees, my shoes still on, my sex slick and wet. I reached down and found his cock, then positioned myself right over it so that the tip was barely inside me. He locked eyes with me, and then, before I could react, he grabbed my hips and thrust me down, impaling me on him.
I cried out even as he did, his body arching up as he buried himself inside me and I arched back, taking him deeper.
He moved one hand from my hip to my clit, then stroked me even as I rode him, sparks of pleasure building inside me, spiraling up, faster and faster.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he said, as he stroked and teased me. I reached out, my hands to his chest. Even under the shirt, I could feel the beat of his heart.
His eyes were open, locked firmly on mine, and I could see the storm rising inside him.
“Tyler,” I murmured as one of his hands reached up and found my breast, stroking and teasing my curves before lightly pinching my nipple and sending shocks of pleasure shooting through me.
“That’s it, baby,” he said as my body clenched around him. His fingers continued their dance on my clit, teasing and tormenting as I soared higher and higher.
“Hands on my shoulders,” he said. “That’s it. I want to watch you ride me,” he demanded as I did as he said, impaling myself on him, feeling him go deep, so deep, and with every thrust I could see the explosion building in him, and feel the matching rise in me.
“Come on,” he said, his voice tight and on the edge. “Explode with me. I want to watch you come.”
As if his words were an incantation, I shattered into a million pieces, my body clenching tight around him as if he were the only thing holding me to this earth.
“Yes,” he said, his clever fingers keeping me aloft even as he thrust into me again and again before finally reaching release himself, and then collapsing against the back of the couch, his arms going around me to pull me down on top of him.
“Wow,” I said. I lay limp on top of him. When I found the strength, I lifted my head. “All that and you still won’t let me work at Destiny.”
He flashed a lazy grin. “That’s not the job for you. I’ll help you find something, though. But I’m curious, of all the strip joints in all the towns in all the world, why do you want so desperately to work at mine?”
I had to grin at the bastardization of the Bogart quote, but I also knew I had to give him an answer. Another lie. And though that reality hadn’t bothered me at all just a short while ago, now it made my stomach twist.
“A friend told me that Destiny’s a good place to wait tables. Good tips. Good management. Decent customers.”
“And?” he asked as I moved off him to curl up on the couch beside him.
“And when I arrived in Chicago, it turns out she doesn’t work here anymore. I tried to track her down, but nobody’s heard from her. I’m worried.” And that, at least, was the truth.
“What’s her name?”
“Amy. Amy Dawson, but she may not have used her real name.”
He nodded pensively. “Early twenties? Blond? Tattoo of a daisy?”
A ribbon of jealousy curled through me. “On her ass. Yes.”
“She turned in her costume and moved on.”
“Costume?”
“School girl uniform,” he said. “A bit clichéd, I’ll grant you. But very popular with the clientele.”
“I’ll bet. So she got a new job. Where?”
“Vegas, I think. But I don’t know for certain. I was her employer, not her parent.”
“What about lover?” I asked.
He looked at me for a moment, and I swear he could see the jealousy brewing in my eyes. Then he shook his head. “No. She had a bit of a crush. Made a move once, but I deflected it.”
“Blond, pretty, ass nice enough to take a peek at now and then. Why’d you turn her down?”
His brow rose ever so slightly. “For one thing, I don’t date the employees. Did that once, a long time ago, and realized it’s not good for business or my sanity. For another, she was too young. I like my women to have at least a few years of drinking age under their belt. Seasons the palate.” He cast a long, slow look over me. “Makes things more interesting.”
“Oh. All right, then.” I cleared my throat. “Anyway, that’s how I ended up at Destiny. And now I want to find Amy.”
“I believe you.”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
His laugh was low and humorless. “So many reasons. Mostly, I don’t trust easily, and yet despite everything I find myself wanting to trust you. It’s a bit unsettling.”