Alluring - Suzanne Steele Page 0,4
panties and slid a finger through her slit. “Yes, you did. Your body tells me all your dirty little secrets. There’s nothing you can hide from me. I’m watching you, Rum. When you least expect it, I’ll be there. I love the way your hips move when you want to come. That’s it, and I want to watch you come for me. The thought of getting caught turns you on.” Calix had a conversation that would make any girls panties drop. There was just one woman’s panties he was interested in.
He locked his lips over her hers to stifle the sound of her climaxing. This was his moment with her. He placed a finger over her jugular. “Your heart rate is back down now. I could see it racing in your neck as soon as you heard my voice. We both know you’re scared of me. You’re kinky, Rum—fear turns you on. I do have to admit fear adds a nice little aphrodisiac to the mix.”
She jerked her head away from him in defiance. Theirs was a love, hate relationship. She hated the way he affected her, but she loved what he did to her body.
Calix smirked and stuck his finger in her mouth, “That’s what your desire tastes like; that’s your aftertaste of pleasure.”
She swirled her tongue around his finger, enjoying the power it gave her when a guttural groan resonated through his chest cavity.
Calix slowly stood up and strode to a chair opposite of Rum’s desk and sat down. He smirked at her as he pushed down on his hardened cock. “See what you do to me? I’m going to fuck you like I hate you later tonight.” He laughed when she squirmed in her seat again. Calix interlocked his fingers behind his neck and stretched his legs out. He looked up at her through hooded eyes, “Any problems with the neighbors I should know about?”
Rum tapped a pen against the desk, “They’re all senior citizens. The men love us, and the women love your mother. We never have any problems.”
A shadow crossed Calix’s expression, “Don’t ever get it twisted, babe, the times you feel safe are the most dangerous.”
“Are you trying to scare me?”
“No, Rum. I’m trying to keep you on top of your game. Some predators prey on women, and let’s not forget…I have a lot of enemies.”
Rum was living her life from day to day. She would get through the intensity of her new boss and the challenges that came with running a cam-girl operation today and worry about tomorrow when and if it came.
Chapter Two
To the average person, Calix’s bop out onto the street would lead them to believe he was just another guy who was cool enough to have a little swagger. Calix was a man fueled by instinct and, at times, quiet rage. He saw Danny as soon as he hit the porch, El Tio. The cop who had inserted himself into the little boy’s life years ago.
Danny was a cop’s cop. He came from a long line of them. The moment he laid eyes on Calix, it was over; the kid had his heart. Danny was a man as large in real life as his larger than life persona. He stood at 6’2 two-hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. Close cropped dark brown hair gave testimony that the man had served his country. Years of interrogating perps had given his hazel eyes an intensity that assured whomever he was questioning he already knew the answer. A simple question from Danny could make an innocent person feel not only interrogated but guilty. They felt interrogated because they were and guilty, even if they hadn’t broken the law. It went with the job of a man who was already intense by nature. His profession was compatible with his nature. Danny wasn’t just a cop’s cop; he was a man’s man. More than once, he’d turned a blind eye to the things Calix did. Until you had to identify your dead son’s body after a gang member had blown his face-off, you didn’t have the right to tell him how to do his job. Calix looked like Danny’s adopted son, and nothing would ever get in between their relationship. Danny hated the word adopted. It just didn’t sit right with him.
Danny Jr was his son from his loins. Danny was the one who watched his wife agonize over being barren. He was the one who sat up with her all night as she fell