She pressed her fingers to his lips, but he was done with this woman taking charge.
With his hold on her, he took her to the sofa, holding her neck, driving into her. Her mouth fell open as it spilled out a cry, and he took full advantage. Slamming his lips down on hers, he traced across her mouth, and then her fingers were in his hair, kissing him back like her life depended on it.
So much fire.
So wild.
All his.
Every single part of her.
Laura could fight him and he’d relish the chase, but in the end, she would always belong to him. Every single part of her. He was a man who wasn’t used to playing, but he was excited to get started.
Driving into her cunt, he started to fuck her like she deserved. Pounding in and out. He kissed her and took her. His own orgasm was so close, but he didn’t allow himself to come. Instead, he pulled out of her and held her ass in his hands as he pressed his face against her core. He slid his tongue across her clit, sucking it into his mouth and then sliding down to plunge into her cunt.
She moaned.
Before he was done with her, she was going to come. He was determined to see it so. There were times to be selfish and when it came to this woman, he didn’t have time. He wanted her as addicted to him as he was to her.
She screamed his name, and as she came, he tasted her, swallowing her down. Within a matter of seconds, he was balls deep inside her. He grabbed her arms, pressed her to the sofa, and fucked her harder than ever before.
He couldn’t wait to get her into an actual bed.
Over and over, he took her until with one final thrust, he slammed in deep and poured his cum deep inside the condom. For the first time in his life, he wished he wasn’t wearing one so he could see his creamy spunk leaking from her pussy.
After it was over, they both lay panting on the sofa.
He still held her hands so she had no choice but to stay perfectly still, or fight him.
She licked her lips and turned toward him. “My job?”
“I’ll talk to them tonight.”
“Both of them.”
“Why do you work two jobs?”
“They both pay well.”
“You know, I could give you a job,” he said.
“Working as your whore? No thank you.”
“You wouldn’t be my whore.”
“So the job you just suggested isn’t about me sleeping with you?” she asked. “How would I be working for you?”
He drew a blank.
She tapped his cheek. “No offense, but I know men. They get bored, and I refuse to rely on a man for money.”
He stroked her cheek. “You’re not very trusting, are you?”
“No man has given me anything to be trusting about.”
“What can I do to convince you?” he asked.
“Nothing.” She touched his cheek. “It’s in your sex to move on to the next one.”
Gabe frowned. “You don’t believe in love?”
She took a deep breath. “Gabe, I’ve seen the world. The real one, and it has nothing to do with love. Sex, money, and drugs are what make this world go around. Anyone who thinks otherwise is insane. You can’t tell me you believe in love.”
“No, I don’t believe in love and I won’t pretend to either. I do find it sad that neither do you.”
She shrugged. “I’m a realist, and I need to get home.”
“So you’re screwing me and heading home?”
“Pretty much. Will my rent stay hiked?” she asked.
He’d just fucked her. She’d come all over his face, and she was talking about work and hiked rent.
“You know it won’t be.”
“Good.” She put her hand to his hip. “Are you done?”
“You’re an interesting woman.”
She smiled at him, and it took his breath away. “I imagine so is ninety percent of the female population, if you took the time to get to know them.”
“And the other ten percent?”
“No one is perfect.” She lifted up. “Not even me.”
Chapter Three
The following evening, back at work and damn happy about it, Laura took the drinks order from a table in her section. The nightclub she worked at had several tables where food and drinks could be ordered, a bar, and of course a dance floor. The music was loud, but she could always hear what people wanted.
After carrying the order to the bar, she handed it to Mike, and then grabbed the tray of her other order. Everything went smoothly.
She had thought Evan, the boss, or who she assumed was the boss, ran a really tight ship. Now she knew this club was owned by Gabe himself. She didn’t know why she hadn’t been aware.
Getting the call that morning from the diner, as well as the bar, she felt lighter. She loved to work. The landlord had also paid her a visit and advised he’d gotten it wrong. Rent hadn’t been increased but decreased. She didn’t believe that shit. Gabe was all over it.
Still, while she’d tried not to think about him, no matter where she went, she knew he was there in some way.
She hadn’t been wrong either. A brand-new shiny, expensive-looking car had started to follow her. When she went down alleys to go collect something, a guy stood not too far away. People steered clear of him. She didn’t get a good look, but it didn’t take a genius to know Gabe had decided to have her followed.
Keeping a smile on her face, she served up the table, getting their order just right. After she walked back to the bar, she saw she had no orders waiting, so she stayed, leaning against the bar as Mike opened bottles of beer, flirted, and served wine. He’d asked her out once, but she shot him down. There was no room to screw with who you worked for.
Gabe was the first guy she’d slept with since she was eighteen years old. She pushed some hair off her face and didn’t even try to think of that tiny little detail. Any single element of her foster life, she didn’t allow herself to think about, to dwell. It was all in the past, and she finally had her future ahead of her.
“Hello, pretty lady,” Gabe said, coming to stand directly behind her.
She’d recognize his voice anywhere, and with how he stood, pressed directly behind her, she couldn’t help but close her eyes for the merest second to bask in his presence. The tips of his fingers traced across her arms, and goosebumps erupted all over her flesh. For the tiniest hint of a second, she allowed herself the luxury to close her eyes and enjoy the attention, his touch. It set her on fire in all the best ways.
Then, reality sank in.
She spun around. “I’m working.”
“And I’m enjoying one of my many nightclubs.”
She put a hand to his chest, and he smirked. “Dance with me.”
“I’ve got a table to wait on.”
“Order up,” Mike said, choosing the most inconvenient time to interfere.
“I’m waiting,” Gabe said.
She grabbed the serving tray, ignoring the shake of her hands, and made her way across to the table. With a smile firmly in place, she served them up. Returning to the bar, she only had time to put the tray on the counter before Gabe grabbed her arm and led her onto the dance floor.
This was one place she never partied. In fact, she never went out. She saved her money, using only a small amount to buy some treats for herself, mostly lingerie.