to decipher if it’s the good kind or bad.
“What do you want?” she asks, staring up at me through curious eyes.
I brush away the hair falling in front of her eyes. The whole time taking in every inch of her face. Her soft pale skin, the curve of her cheekbones, her small plump lips.
“I want a lot of things, gorgeous. But right now I’ll happily settle with you.”
Her brows bunch together and she stares at me for a moment, doing to me what I was doing to her a moment ago. Until she steps back and shakes her head. “Sorry. But you can’t have me.”
It’s my turn to ask the questions, even if I do already know the answers. “Why? Because you’re Marino’s girl?”
I know she is. I’ve watched him watch her when she’s on stage or giving a lap dance. I see how differently he treated her to the other girls. She’s something else to him, I just don’t know whether that constitutes this as a bad idea or the worst fuckin’ one I’ve ever had. It’s likely to be the latter.
Her lips flatten into a hard line. “I’m not his girl.”
I smirk and close in on her. That’s a lie and we both know it.
She leans back against the wall as I invade her space. Her skin flushes and legs slightly part. My cock throbs as I watch her swallow while balling my hands into fists at my side to stop myself from reaching out to touch her uninvited. “Let’s cut the bullshit and get straight to the point, shall we? You’ve been eye fuckin’ the shit out of me up on that stage every night for the past few weeks. You want me just as much as I want you. You’re Marino’s girl and that’s fine. I’m not looking for more than a quick fuck anyway. From the moment I walked in here and you bounced those perfect tits in my face and your ass over my cock, I’ve been dying for a taste of that sweet pussy you flash around up on that stage. You don’t want it… that’s fine. Just say the word. But after tonight I won’t be back, and I’m not sticking around long enough for Marino to come out here and shoot me for even talking to you without throwing some cash in his face first. So you better make up your mind real quick, babe.”
I can’t come back. Not after tonight. I have all the intel I’m ever going to get to take back to the squad, and I want this girl more than I’m comfortable admitting. I can recognize a distraction when I see one. And her? A big distraction for my cock.
“Well, you’re right about one thing,” she replies.
I glance around uninterested before turning back to her. “Yeah, and what’s that?”
“You shouldn’t be in that club.”
The air between us electrifies. Her eyes drop to my lips and within a second her hands are pulling at my hair. Our mouths crashing together in a pursuit of pleasure. I lift her up and my hips push her against the wall. She moans and rolls her hips, rubbing herself on my already rock solid dick. My hands slip up under her coat and desire pools in my balls as I finger the edge of her lace panties. Her hands run down my chest and clutch my shirt before heading further south. I growl as her hands try to thrust my ass forward. She wants more? Well, so do I. I want to rip her clothes off, pull my cock out and shove it down her lovely little delicate throat. But I can’t.
I pull back, setting her feet on the ground and blow out a breath as my heart still races with adrenaline and desire. I want her, but I don’t plan on dying tonight. Not over forbidden pussy.
I lean my head to hers and murmur through heavy breaths. “Not here.”
She nods. “Your place?”
I grin. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Standing back, I grab her hand and chin lifting toward the other direction. “Car’s that way.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice.
My back smacks against the hard wall as our hands become a tangled mess. Roamyn pulls his lips from mine while pushing open the door beside us to what I assume is his apartment.
“Shit. Are you okay?”
The dull ache from hitting the wall barely registers through my lust filled daze. All I can see is him. All I can feel is the heat of