it’ll get there again later.”
“Oh my God.”
“Now get dressed. The sooner we leave, the sooner we get back.”
Darcy was turned on. She had been since Lucien decreed that she couldn’t shower. Once they’d entered the club, Lucien made his usual rounds, keeping her at his side the whole time, before he ordered her a drink at the bar. His lips moved to her ear.
“Where are the ladies you were talking about?”
“Changed your mind?”
He smiled, but with an intensity that had the place between her legs throbbing in time with her heart.
“The table near the stage, the three blonds and a brunette.”
He took her hand and guided her through the crowd, heading in the direction of his fan club.
“What are you doing?” Darcy hissed.
His hand tightened on hers, but he didn’t answer. As soon as they saw him coming, they started fluffing their hair and batting their lashes. Darcy wanted to vomit.
“Ladies, are you enjoying your evening?”
“More so now,” the tall blond, who had mentioned the threesome, purred. Darcy wanted to yank her hair, hard.
“We haven’t seen you around. It’s been too long.” The brunette said, tilting her head and closing her lips around her finger. Darcy almost laughed; honestly, could she be any more obvious? Why didn’t she just take off her dress, climb on the table, and spread her legs? On second thought, with the way she was eying Lucien, she might yet.
“Who’s your friend?” the brunette somehow managed to ask around the finger she was sucking on.
Lucien leaned closer to the brunette. “She’s everything.”
And then he turned and drew Darcy onto the dance floor, wrapping her in his arms, and holding her close.
“Why did you do that?” Darcy asked, looking around him at the women who were watching them with dropped jaws. She wasn’t certain, but she thought she might have seen tears in the brunette’s eyes.
“Just making it even.”
Darcy pushed at him, feeling her temper starting to stir again. “What does that mean?”
Humor turned to sincerity. “You claimed me at sixteen, so I claimed you right back. And with that group of gossiping divas, in under an hour the entire place is going to know that you aren’t just some girl, but that you are my forever girl.”
Her anger immediately fled. “Good answer.”
His hands moved down her back to her ass and he pressed her close so she could feel the hard length of him. “Let’s go home so I can claim you again.”
“Darcy, could you please come in here?” Lucien called from his office. A moment later she appeared in his doorway.
“Yes?”
“Close the door.”
“Is something wrong?” she asked as he came from around his desk. He said not a word but took her mouth in a kiss. He’d been thinking about that mouth all morning. And she was actually breathless when his lips lifted from hers.
“Mr. Black. I’m not sure that is appropriate office etiquette.” Her voice wasn’t steady and her eyes were soft with desire.
“No?” He slid her skirt up over her hips and felt the lacy edge of her thigh-high stockings. “What the—” He’d never seen anything more sexy and instantly he was rock hard. His voice shook from raging lust. “You cannot wear these little skirts with these”—his finger ran along her thigh—“and not expect me to take you up against the wall at every opportunity.”
The coy look in her eyes made him grow even harder as he said, “You little vixen. You want me to take you up against the wall.”
She brushed her hair behind her shoulder and suddenly he wanted his fingers buried in those onyx strands. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
In the next minute, she was up against the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist as he worked his zipper. He moaned when he pushed into her and felt her body squeezing him. Her eyes glazed over and her thighs held him tightly as he moved deeply inside her. It was rough, fast, and so fucking good that he knew he was going to be thinking about it for the rest of the day.
He dropped his head on her shoulder. “I may have to fire you, otherwise we’re never going to get any work done.”
Her fingers raked through his hair. “I can behave if you can.”
“That’s a big if.”
“Lucien.”
He lifted his head at the seriousness of her voice.
“I want to know who took this away from us. I want to know who took our child and why. I want justice. Hell, I want revenge.”
“You and