When she’d lightly stroked his straining cock after he’d been watching those moans tumble out of her parted lips, his body had reacted with all the painful intensity of a teenager’s. He’d climaxed like he hadn’t climaxed in his life, but he was still not satisfied.
A deep-rooted need for her gnawed at him, deep in his gut, where it most hurt. His body throbbed. He wanted to feel her flesh caressing him, surrounding him. He had never felt so ravenous before.
He thought he could control this hunger. He’d been controlling it for years. But like some underfed, abused beast, it was out of its cage, and Daniel feared no amount of willpower would hold it back now.
Only Monica held the cards here. She had to be the one that called, she had set the ground rules for him. Now he got to play the part of sitting around, waiting, with this infernal boner. Shit.
He groaned and submerged under water, surfacing to slick his hair back in frustration.
“Lexington!” his trainer called. “Get your head out of your ass and do those fucking laps!”
* * *
Exactly fourteen hours later, his friends were laughing about Daniel firing Rico Manrico.
They were having poker night, at Cade’s place, and Daniel swung down his third Aviation gin for the night with one hand while keeping his cards open with the other.
“So the brass-ball winner of the week definitely must be Daniel,” Luke said, across the poker table from him, still chuckling.
“No shit,” said Cade.
Luke scowled down at his cards. “I always hated that sucker. I’m surprised you put up with him this long, man.” He exchanged two cards from the deck. “Can’t see why anyone needs him when everyone knows the most important muscle gets exercised pretty damned well with fucking.”
“Your cock is not a muscle, dickwad,” Graves said.
“I meant the heart,” Luke accused. “Hell, man, I knew you were going to think dirty. What’s wrong with you, Graves? Is that all that’s on your mind now that Chloe’s moved in? She’s got your brain scrambled.”
Daniel stiffened, then he pulled off his Ray-Bans so he could fiercely glare at smart-mouthed Luke Preston. “That’s my sister you’re talking about, toad.”
“Whoa, hold your horses, buddy. You’re awfully sensitive today. Maybe you do miss getting fucked in the ass by Rico.”
“The only one getting ass fucked today will be you,” Daniel said, going all in. His cell buzzed as his friends started calling his bet, and he set down his cards and tapped on the screen.
Hey u. Are u busy?
His pulse skyrocketed through the roof, and the fine hairs on his body stood up at the electrical thrill of seeing Monica’s name above the text. He quickly replied:
No
A bland lie. He restlessly rubbed the back of his neck as he waited for her reply, his dick already hard as a spike. The memory of her slick sex clenching hotly against his fingers shimmered through him, heating every fiber in his body, making him throb. Come on, come on. Answer me, princess.
“Your face just lit up like Las Vegas. Who is that?” Luke demanded.
“It’s not for you,” Daniel answered, his cards forgotten facedown on the table. His balls clenched when his text pinged again.
Are u home?
His male instincts went crazy at the question, confirming exactly what kind of call this was. A primal instinct surged through him with a need to imprint her with his scent, his flesh; to fill her up with every drop of semen in his body. God, let him only replenish, so he could immediately fill her up again.
He was usually the one who dialed a couple of his usuals when he felt restless, but Monica had said she’d be the one calling, and he was on his feet so quick, he tumbled his drink. He texted back: Where are u?
Monica: Home.
Daniel: B there in 10
“Hey, you’re leaving? Is that a fucking booty call you’re answering? Who is it? Lexi, who are you servicing?” Luke demanded.
He smiled coldly and flipped him the finger. “Obviously not you.”
“I get your chips, it’s my pad tonight,” Cade said, already making a grab for Daniel’s pile. Cade was one lonely motherfucker, but he was also a moody one. There was really no woman who’d ever dared come within biting distance of him. With Cade, one had to be blunt straight away.
* * *
“Hands off, Scrooge. If I’m not back in an hour,” Daniel told Graves as he signaled at his chips, “you give it to my sister.”
“Count on it,” Graves said, waving him off.
“Confess, motherfucker! Who is the lady?” Luke yelled.
Daniel laughed as he strode out, grabbing his gabardine wool coat from the closet. He told himself it didn’t mean anything that his heart was in fast gear, that he just couldn’t push his foot farther on the pedal. It didn’t mean anything except they were friends, fucking, for the second time in twenty-four hours.
But it meant more than that, this booty call.
It meant Monica Davenport wanted him so much more than she was letting on.
* * *
Monica couldn’t understand this hot, reckless excitement. She paced around her beautiful apartment and she just couldn’t stop staring at the clock. She’d never expected to break down and call Daniel so soon. In fact last night, she’d even hoped her first session would have been enough.
Instead, today she’d felt charged and edgy at the office. Her sex pulsed and clenched when flashes of him interrupted her, even when she was speaking to her assistant, reviewing the new designs for next year.
She’d stared at e-mails while only thinking that she wanted his fingers, his mouth, his voice whispering in her ear. A strange hunger yawned open in her body. Suddenly it seemed imperative she appease this need, and the only way she could think of was to give in to exactly what it wanted.
When you were hungry, there would be no way to satiate your appetite but by eating. And Monica wouldn’t be able to sleep with this … this … sexual anxiety. But now that she’d called him, a wild tension gripped her every muscle, her nerves almost overwhelming her.
She gazed around her apartment, everything perfectly in order, the light earth tones having always calmed her. But she was anything but calm. Once again, she padded into her enormous marble bathroom to eye herself in the full-length mirror.