I had to reply and somehow make this better. To let her know I wasn’t abandoning her, that at the very least, I would always be here to manage her social media.
I just didn’t know what to say.
I pulled up her schedule, seeing what time she was free tomorrow, and then I began to type.
Me: I’m not ignoring you. I was trying to let you cool off. You know I can’t stand arguing, and that’s all it would have led to if I’d replied. I’m sorry. I want to talk about this, so how about I swing by tomorrow at two?
Daisy: Oh, the queen finally speaks. Negative seconds of fame, and you’ve already turned into a diva. So, that’s the time that works best for you? I’m glad I can accommodate your busy schedule.
Me: Actually, based on what you have going on tomorrow, that’s the time that works best for you. See you then.
Daisy: You’d better come ready to work. I have a growing list of things that you need to take care of since you completely bailed on me today.
My fingers hovered over the screen, tempting a reply. But I wouldn’t win this, so it wasn’t even worth the effort. Some people had the ability to see all angles. My sister wasn’t one even if I pleaded with her.
“Tell me you didn’t come out here because of Daisy?” I heard from the mouth of the alley, causing me to look up, instantly meeting Dominick’s eyes. “I know that’s who you’re texting. The same expression comes over your face every time her name is mentioned.”
I put my phone away, taking a long, deep breath. “She’s not the reason.”
“Then, what is?”
I swallowed, lifting my shoulders off the wall to push my whole back against it. “I just needed a minute.”
As he made his way over to me, his stare traveled to my chest, lowering again before gradually moving higher. “From me?” He stopped a few inches away. “From how badly you were turning me on?”
I couldn’t think when I was around him.
I couldn’t speak.
I couldn’t do anything aside from feel how aroused I was.
“Do you know how fucking hard you made me on that dance floor?”
“I felt that … yes.” My exhale came out as a moan. “I didn’t mean to.”
His laugh sounded more like a roar. “You knew exactly what you were doing to me.” He lifted his arm, his hand now pressed above my head.
“Dominick …” I tried to inhale and couldn’t. “You’re my lawyer.”
Is that even relevant?
Another question that went unanswered, my brain unable to process anything.
“Is that a problem?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
His arm caged me in even tighter. “I assure you, it won’t make a difference when my dick is inside you,” he said against the outer edge of my ear, “when I’m making you come so hard that all you can do is scream.”
My face tilted to the side, giving his lips more room, and I felt them lower to my collarbone.
“Let me see if our professional relationship really makes a difference to you.”
I had no idea what that meant until he reached into the front of my pants, and I gasped from his touch. His hand dipped further until he was touching the most intimate part of me. I couldn’t stop from moaning, the sensation of him far too strong to keep in.
“Mmm,” he breathed. “Just what I wanted.” His mouth rubbed across my cheek, like a cat weaving through legs. “Nice and fucking wet.” When he lifted his hand out, there was a shimmer on his skin. He ran the slickness under his nose, taking in my scent. “Fuck me, you smell good.”
The tingles had returned and were now exploding through my body, my back arching off the wall, as I was unable to stand still.
“Open your mouth, Kendall.”
His demand vibrated through me.
It was as though I were a puppet and he held the strings, my body caving to his order.
The moment my lips parted, his finger was between them.
The one that had just rubbed my clit.
The one covered in me.
“Suck it.”
I surrounded his skin.
“Like it’s my cock.”
I added pressure, swirling my tongue around the tip and down the sides.
He pressed his mouth to my ear. “Is that what you’re going to do to my dick?” The grittiness in his voice caused my hips to almost buck.
I held his wrist, taking more of him in.
“You’re going to deep-throat me?”
I didn’t want to stop to answer, so I nodded, flicking my tongue around his nail and over his knuckle.
“My car is parked a block away.” His other hand was suddenly on my butt, squeezing me through my leather pants. “Get your ass moving.”
Me: I’ve been kidnapped by Dominick. The good kind of kidnapped, not the kind where you need to call 911. Ha-ha.
Charlize: Honey, you guys were practically fucking on the dance floor. If you hadn’t gone home with him, I would have wondered if he was more into me. Have a blast, darling.
Me: Drinks again REALLY soon.
Charlize: Don’t you worry, this is only the beginning for us.
Eight
Dominick
I pulled into my garage and turned off the car, the purring of the engine coming to an immediate halt. If I hadn’t needed to shift, my fingers would have been inside Kendall’s pussy the entire drive. She looked fucking gorgeous against my red leather seat. Those beautiful, long legs were crossed, but soon, they were going to be wrapped around me, her tits bouncing like when we’d gone over a bump.
“Get over here,” I said when she attempted to get out.
I just needed a quick taste.
As she leaned in, I stuck out my tongue, and her lips immediately surrounded me, sucking it into her mouth. I gripped the back of her head, holding her against me as we kissed, her tropical scent even stronger now that we were this close.
I grabbed her nipple, brushing my thumb across it, adding more pressure as I rolled the tip between my fingers, listening to her moan louder with each pass.
“You should feel how wet I am now,” she whispered, our mouths barely separated.
The way her body responded to me was such a fucking turn-on.
“You’re teasing me again, Kendall.” The thought of sinking into that snug, warm pussy made me bark, “Get out of the car.”
I met her by the trunk and held the small of her back as I led her inside and down the hallway into the main living space.
“My God, Dominick,” she said the moment I turned on the lights. “Your house is absolutely stunning.”
As she tilted her head back, looking at the beams that spanned across the tall ceiling, I kissed up to her ear and across the other side of her neck.
“Your lips,” she groaned, fisting my hair from the roots, “are lethal.”
I traced the tops of her tits. “So is your pussy.” I lifted her into the air and set her ass on the island in the kitchen, spreading her legs wide enough to fit in between. “I’d offer you a margarita, but I’d have to pause what I’m about to do to you, and I don’t think I can.”