What We Do in the Night (Day to Night #1) - Stylo Fantome Page 0,25
see a good girl like you coming for me.”
“Fuck!”
Her entire pussy clamped down on his cock and she all but exploded. He let go of her hair, but only to drop his hands to her breasts and almost painfully squeeze them. It sent a second shock wave through her sensitive nerve endings and she shrieked again while her monster orgasm tore her apart.
And the entire time she was coming, he kept thrusting, trapping her in the orgasm. She sobbed and shook and trembled, and finally reached a hand between them. She curled her fingers around the base of his dick and gently squeezed, and that was all it took. He came with a roar, squeezing her tits once more before pressing his face against them. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly as he rode out both their orgasms to their end.
“Holy shit,” she panted into his hair. “Holy fucking shit. I don't think I've ever come that hard before.”
“You're welcome,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by her breasts. She managed a laugh, but just one. She didn't have the energy for more than that.
“Thank you,” she finally whispered. “It's been a stressful week. I think I really needed that.”
“I could tell,” he chuckled, then he pulled back from her. She yanked her top back into place while he took a deep breath. “And thank you for this amazing pussy. I can't wait to get better acquainted with it.”
Valentine glanced at the money all around them and really laughed.
“I think a one night stand was all you could afford, Mr. Sharapov,” she told him, picking up a handful of hundreds and then letting them fall through her fingers.
His hands were suddenly on either side of her face and he forced her to look at him.
“I think you have no idea what all I can afford, Ms. O'Dell,” he countered. “And I think from now on, you'll be more than willing to offer anything I want.”
Something about this guy, it was like his pheromones had been specifically engineered to interact with her own. She was completely exhausted, and yet just one look from those steely blue eyes, and one word in that authoritative voice, and her blood started pumping fast again. She licked her lips and rotated her hips in a circle.
“Well ...” she tried to argue, but she knew it was useless. “Maybe I'd be open to negotiations.”
He nodded his head.
“Good girl. How about we start negotiating for a blowjob.”
And then she was on her knees and his dick was in her mouth and he was getting hard again and her fingers were between her legs and she was pretty sure Valentine O'Dell had long since left the building.
Silly girl, I should've used a fake name like they told me to. Then I could just blame her for all the bad mistakes I make.
6
Before reality could set in and make things awkward, someone had knocked loudly on the door to the Moon Room. Ari had just finished buttoning his shirt, and he watched while Valentine walked to the door. She straightened up her skimpy outfit, then unlocked the door. A conga line danced into the room, paying zero attention to the fact that Ari's pants were still undone – though thankfully pulled up – and that the entire room smelled like sex.
Apparently there was a room in Caché where people could take group showers. When Val offered to take him there, he couldn't think of anything more horrifying. So he told her to go take a shower on her own, and that he'd meet her later.
After that, she kissed him goodbye – she was a phenomenal kisser. It was probably the main reason why men kept coming back to her, even though she refused to sleep with any of them. Ari could feel her kiss all the way in his balls, making them ache and contemplate going for round three with her.
Then he smacked her on the ass as she sashayed away from him.
Did I say 'one night stand' in there? That just won't do.
Ari glanced back into the Moon Room and looked at the ceiling. It was painted black with hidden recessed lighting, but he eventually found what he was looking for – multiple cameras pointing at every wall and corner. Everything they'd just done together was on some hard drive somewhere. Would most likely be watched by her boss.
Ari rolled his loose tie around his fist, then he casually walked over to the bar.