Lily The star power at the private affair at Club SIX10 is ridiculous. I’m partying with the Keira Knightley and kickass Stasia van Gameren. I didn’t put two and two together when Mikki mentioned her bestie’s name. Oh, my freaking God. When Keira arrived at Rod and Dom’s house, where the sisterhood was getting primped for tonight, I was starstruck for a full minute before I thought I was going to lose my shit. I had to control myself not to fuss all over her like a fan girl or beg for an autograph. I’m a huge Lucky Break fan. So is Nadine. She’s going to die. Even if the group is no longer active due to tragedy, I still shake my hips to their upbeat tunes. As for Stasia—any woman who can bring the house down with her mad guitar skills while balancing on five-inch heels earns my respect. I nearly fainted when Mikki suggested a selfie with the four of us. I guess my poker face wasn’t as stoic as I thought. Maybe it’s because I k ept shooting glances filled with admiration Keira’s way. When Mikki talked about the sisterhood and the inner circle, she wasn’t joking. While the girls were primping at Dom’s house, the men were kicking off the evening at Rhys’s business partner’s house. I was overwhelmed by all this girl power, but when we arrived at the club, I was hit with another wave of awestruck-worthy celebrities. Cello2 Cello’s talented duo are here. I’m not into rock music, so I didn’t know Rod, Rhys’s business partner Beckett, Beckett’s older brother, and cousin were part of Random Misconc eption—one of the best rock bands of our time. The birthday boy also has superstar status as a former rap star. Little ol’ me is rubbing elbows with some pretty big names. I’m nothing special. I can’t sing. I can’t compose music. I’m not that great at faking it, so acting is out of the question. God knows after a long string of music lessons, I still suck at piano and violin. Despite my father’s colossal wealth, I can’t even call myself a socialite, because he’s k ept me a secret for most of my life, so I’ve always k ept a low profile, for fearing of calling too much attention to myself. Yet, here I am. I’m a fish out of water, but I’m loving this new adventure. The people in my father’s circle might be wealthy, but none of them have Hollywood star power. I was having an incredible time until I went and ruined it for myself. Arianne, Beckett’s better half, introduced me to Cesar Navarro and his wife Diana. I’m not on top of my Latin music, so I didn’t go into fan girl mode like I had with Keira and Stasia. Still, these two are mega music stars.
I was chatting up a storm––too many French martinis in a row tend to do that––when my mouth ran away from me. I made the mistake of saying I’ve always wanted to learn how to dance salsa. Diana promptly enlisted her husband as my dance teacher. My cheeks warm, not because of the martinis, but because I’m injuring Cesar. The former King of Reggaetón turned successful businessman has been teaching me the basics for the past half hour. I wouldn’t say I have two left feet, but salsa is hard. On Dancing with The Stars, Strictly Come Dancing, and Danse avec les stars everyone dances with such ease and grace. I’m sure Cesar must be regretting he acc epted to st ep up to the challenge. By the time this lesson is done, I’ll have scuffed up his expensive looking shoes. I stare up at him. “I’m sorry.” I cringe when I st ep on his foot. Again. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, his dark brown eyes filled with understanding. “Let’s take it from the top.” “I’m a lost cause,” I say. The music isn’t too loud to prevent easy conversation. Or in this case, easy complaining. “Nonsense. Practice makes perfect.” If you say so. “Chica muévelo.” Cesar has been saying that on r epeat since this torture began. I do as I’m told, and shake my hips. “One, two. Three, four.” I follow my dance partner’s instructions. All these names to remember and me trying hard not to cause Cesar grievous bodily harm have k ept my mind occupied. No time to think about Gage. “May I cut in,” a man says, tapping Cesar’s shoulder. I lift my eyes. A tall man towers over Cesar and me. Wow, another guy who could double as a fitness model. This group of attractive people is a little intimidating, to be honest. “¡Ay, caramba! Go away, Collin, you’re bothering us,” Cesar says. Translation: Damn it. I laugh. “Hello.” The newcomer ignores Cesar’s jab and focuses his attention on me. “I’m Collin Dennison.” He flashes me a dazzling smile. “I’m sorry I’m late. Had I known you’d be here tonight, I would’ve arrived sooner... but I’m here now.” If he wasn’t this gorgeous, that pickup line would have cheesy written all over it. Cesar lets out an exasperated sigh and stops dancing, forcing me to do the same. Cesar hooks a hand on his hip, adopting an impatient stance. “Can’t you see we’re busy, Dennison?” “Don’t be rude, amigo,” Collin says. “There’s a gorgeous new face in our inner circle and we haven’t been introduced yet. That right there, is a crime.” Cesar rolls his eyes hard. Collin Denison is a blue-eyed hunk who has a face—and body—that should be gracing a men’s magazine cover. He’s adorned in a dark blue linen shirt that molds his muscular torso. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing a peek of tattooed forearms. The white linen pants and navy-blue shoes complement the shirt to perfection. The newcomer oozes as much style, confidence, and charisma as all the men at this private party. “Pleased to meet you.” Collin extends a hand. “You know my name, but I don’t know yours. That means, I’m at a disadvantage.” Smooth talker. I shake his hand. “Pleased to meet you, I’m Lily Schuyler.” “Lovely Lily, you’re wasting your time with this guy. He’s happily married.”
“She knows.” Cesar flashes his left hand. “My wife is here.” “My point exactly.” Cesar narrows his eyes at Collin. He ignores the warning in my teacher’s gaze and points his charm-laser at me. “I’m very single, and unlike him”—he crooks a thumb in Cesar’s direction— “I’m an excellent salsa dancer.” He does a few suave moves to demonstrate. Oh yeah, he’s cocky all right. “And which one of your parents is Latino?” Cesar purses his lips. “Please.” Collin rolls his eyes. “Being Latino isn’t a prerequisite to having the right moves. You either have it or you don’t, and I have it in spades.” Mr. Casanova’s gaze travels the length of my body. “Your outfit... could stop traffic.” “Thank you.” To Mikki’s credit, I’ve received a lot of attention from men tonight. More than I expected. Even if my luggage had arrived when I did, I wouldn’t have anything remotely close to this in it. This outfit screams LA. I had an outfit selected for tonight, but the sisterhood vetoed it, stating it was too good girl for the City of Angels. Since Dom and I are the same size, she shoved an outfit she bought, but never wore, in my hands, pushed me in the bathroom, and ordered me to change. After staring at myself in the mirror for an eternity, uncertain if I had the courage to pull off the daring outfit, I st epped out of the bathroom. The sisterhood approved with cheers and thumbs up. Their reaction gave me wings. “That outfit”—another onceover—“requires a bodyguard,” Collin says. “Allow me to post my candidature for the job.” “Everyone is so friendly here.” I smile. “I’m sure I don’t have to worry.” “These guys are my buddies, but make no mistake about it, lovely Lily, they can be wolves. It’s best if I stay close by.” “Lily has a bodyguard,” Cesar says. “You?” Collin scoffs. An evil smile splits Cesar’s lips. “Gage is watching over her while she’s in Los Angeles.” Since he isn’t here at present, that’s not accurate. Collin’s head jerks back. “Gage?” Cesar nods. “Yes.” All color drains from Collin’s face. “You know what, I should go and wish Rhys a Happy Birthday again,” he says. “Catch you later, Lily.” “Catch you—” The rest of my sentence dies on my lips. Mr. Casanova bolts to the other side of the club so fast, I swear I saw cartoon puffs of smoke coming off his feet. “Collin couldn’t stay away from a gorgeous woman even if his life d epended on it,” my dance instructor says. “I’m flattered. I think.” Cesar laughs. “He’s a little bit much, but he’s harmless.” “Noted.” The music changes to another sexy salsa beat. Thank God I had the good sense to pull my curtain of raven-black hair into an updo. Had I not, I’d be blinded right now. My eyes are trained to the floor to avoid st epping on Cesar’s polished shoes, as I’m so determined to get it right. “You should hold your dance partner’s eyes,” Cesar says. “I will.” My eyes remain glued to my feet. He chuckles. With my attention focused on my feet, I r epeat the st eps in my head. “Collin, I thought you got the message the first— Gage, hermano, you’re here.” My eyes shoot up. I stare Gage up and down as if he’s a figment of my imagination. My heart flips over in my chest. “Hey, Cesar, I didn’t know you were giving private dancing lessons,” Gage says. “Trying to fund your
retirement?” “Nah, I’m in the business of making dreams come true,” he says. “Salsa dancing was on Lily’s bucket list, so I obliged.” Cesar scours the dance floor before meeting Gage’s gaze. “My wife pushed me into it, but that’s between you and me.” Cesar laughs. My brain registered his joke, but I’m too shellshocked to crack a smile. He’s here. Gage moves his attention to me. Holy hotness on legs. For a second, I go stupid, gawking at him. Those green eyes have the ability to make me weak in the knees. Yesterday, he was the definition of suit porn, but today... the man is a walking Adonis. Dear God, save me. I’m not sure how that’s even possible, but he looks more badass than he did yesterday even though he ditched the bespoke suit. He’s dressed down in a gray Burberry shirt with the first two buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his chest and— Gage has tattoos? Visible colorful tattoos also peek from the folded cuffs, flashing the brand’s trademark nova check fabric. Gage was hiding a badass secret. He’s so out of my league. My father doesn’t rub shoulders with men who sport tattoos— I guess I can’t say that. A suit and buttoned up shirt do a smashing job at hiding a man’s edgier side. My father turns his nose up at the entertainment industry and people who choose to sully their skin by marking it with vulgar ink. My closed off bodyguard is becoming an even bigger enigma. I wonder if the tattoos only run along his arms, or does he also have them on his back and chest. I continue my inspection. The shirt is snug around his wide chest and huge arms. Gage completes the casual-but-oh-so-hot look with black jeans and kickass black shoes. He’s gorgeous. And he exudes such raw masculinity, it’s bewildering. It’s unfair how beautiful this man is to me. He might not have Beckett’s or Phoenix’s perfect features, but that’s what makes him so hot. “Hey,” he says. A blush cre eps from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. I’m so glad to see him––more than I should be considering he’s been ignoring me––but I’m determined not to show it. You’re not a pr epubescent teenage girl, so play it cool. “Hey.” Okay not exactly cool, but at least I didn’t come across like an overexcited puppy. My heart thuds in erratic beats making it impossible to string a sentence together. He takes me in, his gaze traveling down to my feet, up my legs, hips, brushing up my body to my breasts, before returning to my face, which I’m sure is a violent shade of crimson. “May I cut in?” The question should be addressed to Cesar, but Gage’s green eyes are still fixed on me. I answer with a shy nod. “Of course,” Cesar says, before breaking out of our dance position and taking a st ep back. “It was a pleasure.” “Thank you for being so courageous.” I grimace. “You’re selling yourself short, Lily.” “I doubt it.” I scoff. Cesar’s eyes shift to Gage’s. “A few more lessons, and this one”––he points at me––“will dance like a pro.”
“I got it from here.” The two men exchange a silent conversation I’m not privy to. “I’m sure you do,” Cesar says. “I’ll go give my sexy Dominican wife some salsa lessons.” He laughs his head off. “Catch you kids later.” He pats the tall mountain of a man standing in front of me on the shoulder. For a beat, we stare at each other. Even in my skyscraper heels, our height difference is laughable. He takes me in his arms. Wild flutters go off in my belly at the contact. I hitch a breath, as my mind goes a bit hazy. He takes a sharp one, and lets it out in a swift exhale. I’m not sure if my inexperience is causing me to see things that are only a mirage, but I swear, there’s something between us. I felt safe in Cesar’s arms––like you would in your older brother’s embrace. Gage’s proximity is dizzying. And intoxicating. And all-encompassing. Our bodies move to the rhythm of the beat. Needing to dump a bucket of cold water over my body to ebb the burning flames of desire, I speak, “Cesar is building me up. I can dance to pop music, but no one will confuse me for a ballroom dancer.” “That makes two of us,” he says. “You don’t salsa?” “I get by, but you won’t catch me doing any crazy moves.” He jerks his chin in Arianne and Beckett’s direction. Other than those two, there are a few couples showing off their best salsa moves on the dance floor. Gage gives me a twirl. Nothing crazy. When he catches me in his arms, I lose my breath. My happy martini induced buzz from earlier is nothing compared to how lightheaded I am right now. “So, I don’t have to worry I’ll break an ankle?” My tone is teasing. He pulls away from me, his gaze traveling down the length of my body. “Your outfit...” His nostrils flare. “Hmph...” Not that again. I’m wearing a pair of gold designer embroidered shorts with a sleeveless blouse in pale pink. The high neck hides my necklace. Lucky for me, Dom’s outfit matches my designer pe ep-toe ankle strap heels in a metallic gold sheen animal pattern. Dom let me borrow her Chanel gold crocodile embossed calfskin clutch. My jaw dropped when she offered. My half-brothers would never allow me to borrow a cup of sugar, let alone something they cherish. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” His mouth is pinched as he gives me another onceover. “It’s a good thing I’m here to act as a buffer between you and all the single guys here tonight.” He meets my gaze. “Especially, Collin Dennison.” How did he know? And why does he care? Something snaps inside me. I halt my st ep, and twist out of his grasp. “That’s it? You’re here because you think I need a babysitter?” Gage’s expression is tight and intense, his ice-green eyes almost mystical under the low lights. He crosses his muscular arms over his wide chest. The authoritative stance makes me swoon in sheer lust. “You’re showing a mile long of legs.” His tone is accusatory. My head jerks back as if he slapped me across the face. This is where I’d swallow my response, bite my tongue, suppress the need to retort to avoid causing waves. Not going to happen. “Yesterday, you had a problem with my dress. Today, you have a problem with my shorts. I don’t need another man disapproving of me.” I’m on a roll. “As per your message to Mikki—a message you conveniently forgot to include me on—you weren’t going to show up. You should’ve stayed
away. I don’t need you on babysitting duty.” With that, I’m ready to distance myself from him, but I don’t go far. A large hand clamps around my wrist. “You’re not going anywhere.” His commanding voice suggests I have no choice in the matter, but fuck if that doesn’t stop me from putting my foot down. “Let go.” I try to free my arm from his vicelike grip. It’s in vain. The man is too strong. “Sounds like you have a lot to get off your chest, princess.” “I said, let go, you brute.” “Let’s get it all out in the open.” He pulls me off the dance floor. “Gage, where are we going?” He ignores me, and ke eps eating the floor with his long strides, forcing my st ep to speed up to a stomping-jog to ke ep up without tripping in my sky-high heels. Each rapid st ep matches the pounding of my heart. As if we’re now the entertainment, the DJ lowers the music to background levels. The sisterhood and the inner circle stare, but no one attempts to stop this beast. Thanks for the support, guys. My humiliation clutching for something to grab onto, I snap at him. “You’re walking too fast.” Gage stops. Unpr epared, I practically bump into him. He turns around, his eyes dropping to my strappy high heels. Narrowed green eyes meet mine. A foreign surge of fear, anticipation, and excitement swirl within me. With a growl, he swe eps me off my feet, throws me over his shoulder, firefighter-style, and Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle, kidnaps me. I screech. Is someone going to stop this madman? To my shock, the inner circle wolf whistles and catcalls, fists pumping in encouragement. Ugh. Struggling with the beast is pointless. I stand zero chance against this gladiator. With my head dangling near Gage’s fine ass, he resumes his mission. I lift my head long enough to scour the room. Judging by Mikki’s stunned expression and that of many members of the sisterhood, Gage is stealing the show. And I am an unwilling participant. The men on the other end, are pumping their fists in the air. Figures. Given the difference in size, I can’t fight him off. I’m pretty sure drumming my fists against his back in outrage would only tickle him. I only have one recourse. “You better—” My protest fades on my lips when his hand tightens around my calves, while the other rests around my thigh, right below my ass. The intimate touch sends a ripple of sensation coursing through my body. Good God. I don’t have time to linger in that blissful state for too long. Gage walks us out of the private room and down a corridor. In this position, I can’t tell where we’re going. Another turn, and he comes to a stop. He slides me down his body until my feet touch the ground. I hook my fist at my waist. “What’s your problem?” His eyes roam over my face before his gaze lingers on my mouth. His nostrils flare like a bull ready to charge and the wide expanse of his chest hitches. “Your heels aren’t made for walking,” he says. He’s so distracting that for a moment, I forgot my question. My jaw drops, but fury prompts me to recover. “That’s your lame explanation?”
He grunts. “Let me get this straight,” I say. “You operate on two settings––you either grunt like Mr. Grumpy Pants or revert to this... this...”––I wave a frantic finger up and down the length of his body––“primal, feral caveman? Can’t you talk like a normal human being?” He opens a door behind him. “Get in.” “Stop bossing me around.” He works his jaw. “You want to talk? Get inside, Lily.” Not bothering to wait, he pulls me by the hand, hauling me inside a dark room. Cardboard boxes, wood crates, extra chairs and tables, a high-back office chair, and a desk, line the walls of the neat storage space. I turn around to face him. I cross my arms over my chest, steadfast in my stubbornness. I expect him to turn on the lights, but he doesn’t. “Are we supposed to talk in the dark?” The space basks under city lights coming through the large windows, but I’d welcome a more brilliant light so I can better ke ep my eyes on the beast. He takes a st ep closer. I unfold my arms and take one back. We do this dance a few times as he backs me further into the room, his wide shoulders blocking the view to the door—the exit to safety. A stuttering breath leaves me. This close, under the faint luminosity pouring into the space, his wintergreen eyes shine like pale gemstones, the fierceness unmistakable on his handsome face. The scent of his cologne wafting around me, is intoxicating. No doubt it’s called Eau de Scorching Hot. A little frisson of pleasure runs down my spine. I snap out of my lust-filled stupor and remember how incensed I am by his over-the-top display of masculine power. “You’re taking this bodyguard role way too seriously,” I say, coating my words with an extra layer of annoyance. “You’re right.” That isn’t the answer I expected. His big body is standing right in front of me, vibrating with... with... with... I’m not sure with what. Argh. “I was supposed to stay away from you—” “Why didn’t you?” He st eps up to me, clamps a hand behind my neck and pulls me towards him, and I stumble on my heels. My breath catches. My flight or fight mode kicks into high gear. “Because I couldn’t.” My brain doesn’t have time to compute his admission. Gage’s mouth crashes against mine. Oh. My. God. I moan into the kiss. My insides flutter as if a swarm of butterflies were taking flight. My hand lands on his muscular chest. His lips grow more demanding by the second. He forces his tongue inside my mouth. I welcome the intrusion. His tongue swirls with mine in a passionate dance—you’d think I’ve never been kissed before. I match his ardor, tongue stroke for tongue stroke. The taste of strong liquor indicates he’s been drinking tonight. How long was he at the club before approaching Cesar and me? With each heartbeat, the fieriness of the kiss cre eps up to dangerous levels, threatening to scorch my body. I lose my balance, as my legs go wobbly, heat swelling between my pussy lips. He tightens his grip around my waist, fusing our bodies together as he de epens the kiss. An intoxicating charge shoots straight to my clit. “Fuck, Lily.” The gruff voice I’m used to is as soft as a caress. “Do you feel how hard you make me?” He tilts his hips up, pressing his impressive bulge into me. Mother Mary. The man is huge.
“Oh.” That’s the most I can muster up right now. My mind is racing, trying to piece together how we went from duking it out to him pressing his cock against me. He’s unr epentant when he takes possession of my lips again. His first kiss was intense, but this smoldering-hot make-out session threatens to make me lose my freaking mind. What a d eparture from what I’m used to. Our tongues tangle and swirl, intertwined in a sexy tango. It’s as if his mouth is savoring mine. It’s hot as fuck. I hold onto his arms to avoid drowning in his kiss. With a hand pressing against the small of my back, he brings my body flush to his. With a feral grunt, he grinds his rock-hard cock against me. Heated lust rushes through my veins. My clit tingles with need. I tilt my hips, seeking salvation. The height difference makes it awkward, but that doesn’t stop me. Gage’s lips flirt with mine. “What do you want?” His voice is a drug. “I––”I want you to make me come. It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t bring myself to let the words leave my lips. Too many years walking a straight and narrow line will do that to a girl. Unwilling to admit I can’t find my lady balls, I shake my head. The last thing I want is for him to see I’m a little wet behind the ears. “No, that’s not an answer,” he says. I clench my fingers around the fabric of his shirt, bunching it into my fist. “What do you want from me?” The gruff undertone in his voice returns. “Gage...” His name comes out in a breathless plea. He leans into me until his lips are flirting with my earlobe. “These shorts will haunt my dirty wet dreams for years to come.” Me? His dirty wet dream? His admission has the same effect as a bush fire blazing across its path. He reaches out and brushes his knuckles over my breasts, eliciting a shiver that runs from the top of my head all the way down to my painted toes. Since the design of the silk top doesn’t allow for a padded bra, my lacy bra does a shit job at hiding my arousal. Even a blind man could see my hard nipples scratching against the fabric, puckering with need. “Fuck, those protruding peaks are so fucking beautiful.” His fingers caress my swollen nipple over my top, and tweak it. I let out a high-pitched sound. “Shhh,” he says. I nod, my head bobbing in a jerky movement. “Good girl.” His eyes are hooded beneath his thick, dark eyelashes. His hands travel down my body until his fingers close around my thighs. I gasp. With a feathered touch, his fingers caress my thighs until they’re nestled between my legs. I hitch a breath, but I don’t ask him to stop. “You make it impossible for me to stop thinking of you, Lily.” I’m so turned on, I’m dripping. He leans close, his hot breath feathering across my lips. “Tell me if this is one-sided?” “I thought you didn’t like me.” He removes his hand from between my legs and presses his hard cock against me. “Does it feel like I don’t like you?” Holy shit, he’s even harder now. This man is impressive all over. I’m glad it’s dark because my face is on fire. His hands travel down my back before cupping my ass cheeks and squeezing hard. My eyes roll into the back of my head. The sensory stimulation is dizzying. “Fuck, your ass feels so good in my hands.” Granted, this is a little Jekyll and Hyde, but holy fuck is it ever hot. “You—you’re confusing me.”
“You took me by surprise last night, when I dropped you off and again with that text,” he says. “The one you never answered?” He takes a st ep forwards, forcing me back against a wall, pinning me there. Shit. He places two fingers underneath my chin, forcing my attention to him. He leans into me, his mouth flirting with mine, sending my pulse leaping at the base of my neck. “I can assure you, I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than answer your text. I wanted to get behind the wheel of my car and drive to your hotel, bust down the door, and wish you sweet dreams in person with my mouth on your pussy.” “Oh.” “I jerked off in the shower with that blatant invitation on my mind and visions of doing dirty things to you as punishment for taunting me. I came so fucking hard, I thought I was going to pass out.” I’m so shellshocked by his lewd admission, I can only stare in disbelief. “Am I still confusing you, angel?” “Err...” “What was that?” I open and close my mouth like a fish. He ducks his head, locking his eyes with mine. “That text was a tease. You know it. I know it.” Answering would incriminate me. “You wanted to poke the bear, Goldilocks? Game on. Now you’re going to live with the consequences.” With his gaze fixed on me, he unbuttons my shorts He waits for a beat, as if waiting for me to protest. When I don’t, he proceeds to lower the zipper. In the emptiness of the room, I can hear the illicit sound over my ragged breathing. His hand snakes inside my panties until it’s nestled between my pussy lips. Long fingers explore my wetness, teasing my clit, causing my core to clench, and my thighs to tremble. My mouth drops open, my eyelashes flutter, and my fingernails bite into his forearms, as if that’s all it takes to contain this blissful sensation. This is so lewd. So wrong. So unlike me. Yet, it’s so, so good. He growls in a low, de ep voice. The rich timbre is enough to make me shudder. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” It’s not a question. Not that I’d waste my time denying how my body is reacting to him. I added a new chapter to my LA adventure by being here tonight, surrounded by all the celebrities. Getting down and dirty with Gage Hollingsworth in a storage room when his friends are only a few feet away, is a finale I never saw coming. Evidently, I’m tapping into the badass that materialized herself yesterday in my hotel room. The one that pushed me out of my comfort zone when I was giving myself pleasure, thinking of Gage. And now, she’s the one taking over as this gorgeous man does naughty things to me. I’ve never been this promiscuous. Ever. I’m the girl who colors inside the lines. I’m engulfed in a hedonistic bubble of his making and I have no intention fighting it. That, and the excruciating ache between my legs is unbearable. I give myself to him without an ounce of shame. The giant of a man towering over me makes it impossible to want to put an end to a good thing. His masterful fingers never stop teasing me, taking me higher and higher.
A freaking tsunami of pleasure washes over me. Gage is working my clit with the same dexterity as a talented musician plays an instrument. A throaty, pleading sound I don’t recognize leaves my lips. “You’re going to make me come.” “That’s the plan.” In an attempt to slow things down, I reach for his cock. “Tsk.” He brushes my hand away. “Did I give you permission to touch my cock?” Holy shit. I’m taken aback by the question. And the authoritative tone. I’m an unruly student, being chastised by the principal. I hesitate. “No.” “This is about you. I want to make you come and I want my name on your lips when you do. Got it?” I nod. “I’m not a mind reader. Words. I want words.” “Yes,” I say in a faint voice. “We’re on the same page.” His fingers ke ep moving on me, rubbing circles around my clit before he sinks them de ep inside me. My eyes slam shut, as an explosive sensation of pleasure bursts through me. “No, angel. I want your eyes on me.” Mr. Grumpy Pants is commanding as fuck. I open them, meeting his gaze. “Good girl,” he says. I’m no match for this man. “You’re going to be fucking beautiful when you come for me.” His words detonate something in me. His fingers alternate between teasing my clit and filling my pulsing pussy. I’m so close to the edge, I can’t think straight. Let alone breathe. My core clenches with such force, I swear, I see stars. “You’re close.” “Yes.” He picks up the pace. Goosebumps pebble up and down my body as shockwaves of heat zip through me, threatening to make me dizzy. “Don’t stop.” My legs are wobbly as he skates over my clit again, and again, and again. My hips tremble. I’m there. I’m so there. “Give it to me, Lily.” There’s no going back now. “I will.” “You’re going to come hard for me?” “Yes.” With a single word, I pledge my promise. The good girl in me feels so d epraved for admitting that, but the badass is high-fiving me for riding this man’s fingers like a slut. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God—” “That’s not my name. What did I tell you?” “You’re making it hard to think straight.” All movement ceases. A grunt of complaint leaves me. “Is that a r eproach?” I shake my head. “Please don’t stop.” “How can I refuse you? You beg so beautifully.” He resumes his mission. Thank you, God. My ex-boyfriend could get me off with his fingers, but I never felt like the orgasm was building from the tip of my toes. I knew Gage’s fingers would turn out to be magical. “I— Oh— God—” All the blood in my body has congregated around my clit. “Lily, if I have to remind you how the game is played, I’ll hold back your orgasm.” A bulldozer wouldn’t be able to hold back my orgasm, but under the city lights streaming through the window, the menacing threat shines bright in his eyes. No way am I going to give him ammunition. “Gage, I’m on the verge of losing my mind.” “Now you know how I felt about you since I saw you yesterday.” I don’t have time to process his words. His fingers are doing mind-blowing things to me. A few strokes, and I’m diving off the cliff. “Oh, Gage.” I chant his name over and over again. The force of my orgasm causes my vision to blur. I grip his forearm, as my rubbery legs are in capable of supporting my weight.
Smoldering heat burns in my core as I come all over this gorgeous man’s hand in an epic climax. Every cell in my body lights up like firecrackers. Spent, I drop my head on his strong chest. He kisses the top of my head. I purr like a satisfied kitten. We stay like this for a while, him cradling me in the safety of his big body, me caught in the warm aftermath still buzzing in the background. After several heartbeats, I lift my gaze to meet his. He pulls his fingers from my pulsating pussy and brings them to his mouth. With his eyes locked onto mine, he cleans his digits dripping with my juices with his tongue. It’s perverted and sensual at the same time. My mouth falls open. Holy dirty. I’m still struggling to catch my breath, caught in a haze of arousal, and my thighs are still shaking from the strength of the spasm, but watching him do that, nearly causes me to come again. A jarring thought crashes into me. “Did you lock the door?” “No.” Panic grips me by the neck. “Oh my God. Anyone could’ve walked in on us while we were doing raunchy things.” No answer. “Gage?” “Possibly.” I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. “That’s it?” “Angel, none of my friends were going to come after us. I made it pretty clear I needed some alone time with you.” Yes, you did, Tarzan. “As for the staff... I guess there was a chance we might’ve had an audience.” Wait. What? My eyes widen in shock. “If that was such a concern, you would’ve told me earlier, but you were too eager to ride my fingers and come your head off to care if anyone walked in on us while I took good care of your sweet pussy.” This man’s mouth is a weapon, capable of causing instant combustion. “You can thank me for introducing you to the kinky world of public sex.” “That wasn’t an item on my bucket list.” “Trust me, you’ll be glad I’m a forward-thinker. The risk of getting caught is half the fun—” “Gage—” He cuts me off by cupping my face with one hand. “You sexy little thing. On the outside, you’re a good girl, but that taunting text message from last night suggests you were waiting for the right person to corrupt you.” Those words cause a thrill of excitement to run through me. “Lucky for you, I’m your man.” He slams his mouth over mine. I’m drowning. And damn anyone who tries to save me. This man... I’m still levitating from his intoxicating words. I clasp his cheek with my palm to de epen the kiss, as I drink him in, like this is my last drop of water before a long journey across the desert. He responds with fervor. I lose all conc ept of time until he breaks our embrace. “My fingers are itching to fuck up your hairdo so I can fist your hair while I devour your mouth, but I don’t want us to be that obvious.” I let out a little laugh. “I must look like a hot mess.” He shakes his head. “You look hot. Period.” I blush. “I’m not done with you yet, angel.” A rush of heat blooms between my legs, causing my clit to tingle with anticipation. “As much as I’d love to push you onto your back, splay you on that desk”—he points to the corner of the room—“tear off your shorts and scrap of lacy panties you’re wearing so I can get my mouth on your sweet pussy, I won’t.”
Holy. Hell. I’m positively dripping. “It’s best if we ke ep that for a more private setting. Because I intend on eating you out like a glutton until you come writhing all over my fucking face, screaming so loud they hear you all the way in your Swiss boarding school.” I blink. I’m a deer caught in headlights. “You’re okay with that?” More than okay. I want it all, and more. I nod. “Words. I want words.” I suck in a breath. “Yes.” He regards me for a beat. “You’re sure about that?” I nod again. He arches a brow. “Yes.” “Good. We’re on the same wavelength.” Gage zips up my shorts before fastening the button. And then, he plays around with my top, readjusting it. “There.” The hunger in his eyes is unsettling. It shouldn’t stir my insides like this. I brush a hand over my hair. This will have to do. “Let’s get out of here.” He pulls me towards the door. “Wait!” He turns around and gives my body a quick inspection. “What?” “I left my handbag behind.” My teeth snag my bottom lip, and I eye him with hesitation. “I’m not courageous enough to face your friends. I’m sure it’s written all over my face we’ve been...” “Misbehaving?” My cheeks burst into flames. “Yes.” I lower my gaze. I can’t handle having a spotlight shining bright on me. That’s what would happen if I were to st ep back into the club’s main room with Gage by my side. He drops a chaste kiss against my lips. “Let me take you to the car and I’ll come back to fetch it.”