Chapter six
Hayley
After checking in on the private rooms, I make my way back to my office.
Harvey and myself have separate offices. We used to share one but when I walked in on him and Sandy one time, I demanded one of my own.
Yeah, there are something that should never been see and my brother fucking his bitch of a girlfriend over the desk that he shared with you is one of them.
I walk over to my desk and sit down in the big leather chair that was a gift from my parents. I kick off my shoes and my relieved sigh fills my office space. The shoes hurt like a bitch but they are sexy as hell. Plus, what woman would turn down these shoes, they look amazing.
Leaning back in my chair, I think over the past year. We have had an amazing run with so many people coming here to see what we are about, and them become regulars. I smile, closing my eyes and thinking back to all the shows that we have held here.
The parties.
What I love about the people who come to Paradise Meadows is that no one judges. The male clients ignore the male dances, unless they want to pay them for attention. And the female clients, actually enjoy watching the female dances as well. I love seeing how everyone gets along.
A knock at the door, brings my head snapping in its direction.
“Come in.” I sit up straighter in my chair and expect to see Harvey walk I but my heart skips a beat when I see that it is Felix.
He is carrying two drinks in his hand. The martini glass that is filled with red liquid, topped with salt and flaked coconut. It is a favorite festive drink of mine.
Santa Claus-mopolitan
1 serving:
1/2 cup cranberry juice
1/2 cup white peach cranberry juice
1 ounce triple sec
1/2 ounce vodka
Shake with ice, pour into rimmed glass.
Garnish with fresh cranberries.
“For the boss-lady.” He says as he steps around my desk, handing the glass to me.
Our fingers touch and the familiar electricity passes through us. I gasp and Felix chuckles.
“Dick.” I mutter, as I bring the drink to my lips.
“A big one, yes.” He says, winking at me.
“If you say so.” Then I tilt my glass, letting the cool red liquid slide down my parched throat.
I close my eyes and moan through the taste, as the flavors burst across my tongue.
I hear a groan and my eyes snap open, Felix is now sitting on my desk, right next to me.
His thigh touching my bare arm, desire fill his eyes, as he centers them on me.
He leans in, so our faces are barely an inch from touching and he speaks.
“I do say so, babe. Do you need to find out for yourself?”
I lean in just a little more, I can feel his warm breath on my mouth. I lick my lips, loving that a sound comes from the back of his throat when he watches me.
Why the fuck is that so damned sexy?
“I don’t need to do anything, concerning your cock, Mr. Levine,” I state.
“Say that again.” He says in a deep tone making me shiver.
“What? Cock.” I say the word slower this time, because I know I am affecting him. “Cock,” I add for good measure my own voice now sounding breathy.
In a flash he lifts me out of my chair, twists us around, planting my ass on my desk with him standing between my legs.
“Let’s get one thing straight, shall we? We have danced around this proverbial Christmas tree for far to fucking long, baby. Tonight, I am getting what’s mine and you are so fucking getting what is yours. Hard.” He growls out the last word.
I lean back on my hands, looking up at him. God, he is a sexy bastard, I will give him that. But he is also a cocky son-of-a-bitch, but again that adds to his hotness.
Most girls don't like the cocky ones, but most of the time they really do have something to be cocky about.
“‘Hard’ you say? Show me then. I think that dance needs to have it’s climax. Don’t you, Felix?”
“Fuck yes.” He lunges for me, slamming his mouth onto mine.
Owning me, claiming me through the heady touch of our lips. His tongue dances with mine, playing the same tune. This kiss is fierce, all the pent-up sexual tension that we have shared over the last two years, coming spilling out into this one kiss.
The kiss that I know will ruin me for all other men. Not that I want other men.
All too soon, Felix is pull back from my mouth but keeps his hands in my hair. I stare into his eyes and watch as his flicker back and forth between mine, like he is trying to see how I will react. Little does he know that I want this as much as he does.
This has been a long time coming and for one, I am not going to let this slip away.
“I am not going to fuck you for the first time over your desk, baby. But you can meet this big cock that is trying really fucking hard to get through my zipper, and to meet your little fruitcake that you have hiding under the skirt there.” He nods to my pussy.
Fruitcake?
To say I am not disappointed that he isn’t going to fuck me would be a lie, but I get what he is saying.
“Okay, so when do I get to meet the ‘Oh so big dick’ then?” I grin up at him and his wicked smile, sends shivers through my body.
“Right-the-fuck-now.” He steps back, pulling me up by the back of my neck.
I stand in front of him and he lets me go, I almost tip forward. He takes one step back, his hands going to his belt, he undoes it, while keeping his gaze locked on mine. The buttons pop open, one by one on his green jeans.
I bite the corner of my lip, in anticipation of what I am about to see. Felix hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his clothes and slowly, teasingly starts to lower them. I see the base of his shaft, seeing the light dusting of dark hair that sits there. Felix manscapes.
Thank the fucking Lord.
I hate a face full of pubes when I am sucking a guy off. That is why Felix will find my pussy as smooth as a fucking peach.
“You want it?” Felix’s voice snaps me from my sexual bubble, my eyes lock on his and I nod.
What the fuck is that?
I am not the quiet type. Just the base of his cock has my brain malfunctioning.
What the hell will happen when I see the whole length?
That shaft looks like it can enter my pussy and come out my throat, taking a whole new meaning to deep-throat. I giggle to myself and look down at my feet.
“What’s got you giggling?” Felix asks, smiling at me.
“I was just thinking that this.” I point to his dick. “Will go in my pussy and come out my throat.” I wink at him, earning me a megawatt smile.
“Well that's about the best fucking compliment my dick has ever had. Thanks, baby.” He winks at me, but the smile drops from his face and so does mine.
“Now, take my monster cock out and taste him.” Like a greedy whore that I am, I comply.
I slowly drop to my knees, reaching up to drag his jeans down further until his cock springs free, forcing my face back a few inches.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT, HE IS HUGE!!!
I slide one hand around him, and a banging on the door, stops any further movement.
“Fuck,” We both mutter at the same time.
“What?” I call out.
Annoyance racing through my body.
“Put your man down, baby sis. The divorce party just arrived.”
“Shit. Be right there.” I groan, resting my head on his abs.
Damn he smells good.