shaking her head. She’s trying to make light of it, but I’m rapt.
“Look at me getting all poetic.”
“I think it’s a great idea,” I tell her seriously. “I would go there. You could have that, you know. I could—”
She raises her hand. “No, Carlo. If this wild, silly dream ever comes true, I want to earn it. I don’t want life on a silver platter.”
“You’d still be earning it,” I say, a little taken aback. “Everybody needs a leg up, Hazel. Very few truly start from rock bottom.”
She pauses, considering this. But I think I’m getting too serious for her because suddenly she leaps to her feet, catching the beat of the song playing in the club, filtering through the walls.
“I knew you knew who Drake was! Started from the bottom, now we here …” She starts to dance, half silly, half anything but. She twitches her hips in a way that has me completely captivated. I couldn’t look away if the club started to burn down. Her jeans hug the round, firm curves of her ass.
I walk around the desk as her dancing takes her spinning across the room. She makes the center her dance floor, bending down, looking at me over her shoulder as her red hair bounces around in her ponytail. Her freckled cheeks are flushed. Her lips pout temptingly.
“Nuh-uh,” she says, wheeling on me. “You think I want the whole club to see just how disgusting you are?”
“Oh, that’s not a problem. Tint the windows.”
At the voice command, there’s a beeping noise, and then the windows turn a dark, one-way blue.
“Nobody can see us now,” I tell her.
“Really?” she giggles. “Maybe you’re just lying to me. Maybe you want them to see us, you pervert.”
She’s so vivacious, so full of life right now. It’s like there’s a whirlwind inside her. Her fire has never burned hotter. I slide forward and grab onto her shoulders, shoving her softly up against the glass, bracing the impact as I coil my arm around her.
“I need to fuck you, now,” I growl in her ear. “All those men down there, the bankers, the Wall Street goons, the jocks and the frat fuck boys, none of them get you. You’re mine. You belong to me.”
She reaches back, grabbing onto my good arm tightly, fingernails stabbing. “For the next few minutes, I’m yours,” she whispers. “But I don’t belong to anyone after that, Carlo.”
She moans as I wrench down her jeans to around her knees. Her panties go with them. She bends forward, offering me her pink pussy. It’s already wet in the light. I pull down my pants and immediately my cock springs free. I’ve never wanted to be inside of her so badly. It’s an animal need. If I don’t feel the tight clutch of her hot lips, I’ll die. I’ll fucking die.
“Oh, fuck,” I growl as she starts to drag her lips up and down my length.
“Do you want to own me, Carlo? Can you make me yours?” The filthy words coming out of her mouth send even more blood rushing to my cock, even more lights dancing behind my eyes. She’s wild, ferocious. Untamable. Fire and snow.
Down below, people keep dancing. We can see them all, as though we’re ghosts suspended in the air. It’s just me and Hazel. Nobody else exists in this moment, no matter how close they are.
I grip her hips and thrust forward. Her pussy closes around my cock, trapping it. The heat between her legs feels like home. Her ass flattens against my belly as she leans forward, hands leaving prints on the glass when she pushes back. She rides me just as much as I fuck her.
“Goddamn, Hazel, you are fucking divine.”
“Divine?” she teases. “Did you just say divine?”
I find myself laughing for a moment. And then, without thinking, and because I want it more than I want oxygen right now, I bring my hand down hard on her ass cheek. My slap leaves a red mark.
“Ow!” she yells, but there’s a moan of pleasure right behind it.
“Do you think it’s acceptable to laugh at the man who owns you?” I gasp, giving her another spank.
“Carlo, if you keep doing that—”
I keep spanking her as we fuck, her pussy beginning to throb in that way that lets me know she’s close. Which is good, because I can’t hold it any longer. The length of my cock is all sensation, buzzing, tingling, everything in me coming down to that one point. I can’t