Chapter Fifteen
Lucas
I’m back at the club and the night is in full swing.
We’re packed inside, with a line out the door and around the building.
It’s everything we dreamed of when we discussed opening Midnight.
I look toward the bar, and a hot redhead catches my eye.
I don’t have a glimmer of interest in return.
Though I smile, I shake my head. She shrugs and turns to the guy seated next to her.
An argument breaks out on the floor to my left, capturing my attention. I brace my hands on my chair, ready to head down the stairs from the balcony, when a bouncer steps in.
Suddenly, two hands cover my eyes. “Good job turning down that pretty woman at the bar,” a familiar, sultry voice whispers in my ear so I can hear over the music.
My dick immediately hardens because Rainey is here, her amber scent filling my nostrils. I grasp her wrists and pull her hands off my eyes, then release her. “Come sit.”
Grinning, she takes the chair beside me and slides in close. Because we’re used to leaning in to hear each other, nobody will think anything of her nearness.
I take in her club attire. A flirty, short, teal-colored dress, cinched at the waist, then flaring out and ending mid-thigh, along with a pair of nude pumps that no doubt have red soles on the bottom. She’s fucking gorgeous and she came to see me.
“What brings you by?” I ask.
“I missed hanging out with you.” Her honesty surprises me. “That, and you never said why you stopped by the office this morning.”
I laugh at her reply. “You could have called or texted me to ask.”
“I could have.” Amusement dances in her eyes. “Except…”
“You missed me,” I say. “Well, it just so happens I came by earlier because I missed you too.”
Her red lips part softly and I’m dying to kiss her. But we’re in public and that could get us in trouble.
She rests her hand on my thigh beneath the table where no one can see and moves her palm higher, way too close to my cock that’s now throbbing with desire. “Do you have to stay here all night?” she asks. “Or can we sneak out to your place or mine?”
I could probably leave and let the managers handle things. They’ve done it often. But I don’t think I can wait for a drive to get her alone. “I have a better idea. Follow me.” I rise from my seat, hoping nobody looks down and notices my erection.
I’d love to take her hand as we make our way through the club, but again…
someone might notice. I hate this fucking secrecy shit, I think, as we weave through the crowd, ending up at the entrance to the back hall where the offices are located.
Mine is the first one and I pull her inside, slam the door shut, and lock it behind us.
“The good news is we soundproofed the offices so that we don’t hear the loud club when we’re working at our desks. Scream all you want. Nobody will hear you.”
Before I can think about my next steps, she’s in my arms, her mouth is on mine, and all is right in my world. I kiss her, my tongue delving through her parted lips and drinking in all that is Rainey. Somehow, we end up with her back against the door.
I slide my hand up her bare thigh, feeling her silky skin, my fingers tracing the edge of her panties before slipping beneath the elastic.
She spreads her legs, giving me easier access.
But it’s not enough and as skimpy as they are, I yank them off her, ripping the sides and shoving them into my sport jacket pocket.
“Lucas!” she squeals. “How am I getting out of here with no underwear?”
“I’ll follow you out so no one can see from behind. Now hush and let me get back to what I was doing.” I slip my fingers beneath her dress, finding her soaking wet. “Fu-u-ck.” The word comes out on a drawl as I feel her perfect pussy.
She wraps her arms around my neck and holds on. I ease one finger inside her and pump in and out, picking up an easy rhythm. Her walls clench around me and I’m coated in her wetness, my own orgasm threatening to overwhelm me, but I’m determined to be inside her when I do.
At her little moan, I add a second finger. She whimpers and I fuck her, pumping in and out, swallowing the sighs of pleasure she gives. Her legs begin to shake, and I’m worried she won’t be able to stand much longer, so I curl my fingers and rub against the spot I hope will take her over the edge.
I want to feel her come on my hand. I need to hear the sounds she makes when she climaxes. Mostly, I want to watch her expression when I make her soar.
She’s shaking and I lean in to lick her jawline. “Come hard for me, beautiful.”
I press my fingers harder against her inner walls and she lets out a glorious cry, her sex squeezing my fingers as she comes.
I slow down, milking her orgasm for as long as I can and when I know she’s finished, I undo my slacks, and shove them down along with my boxer briefs, freeing my dick that now stands erect.
“Tell me you want me,” I demand, needing to know she’s as desperate to feel me inside her as I am to be there.
She wraps her fingers around my erection and squeezes, sliding her hand up and down, then rubbing her thumb over the head of my cock. “I want you to fuck me, Lucas.”
I lift her up by her waist, keeping her back pressed to the door, and do as she asked, jerking my hips up and letting out a low groan. “You’re perfect,” I tell her, as I fill her completely. We’re in sync in more ways than physically.
Our gazes lock and for as often as I’ve had sex in my life, this is so much more. All I can see, feel, and hear is Rainey, her gorgeous indigo eyes, her gasps and moans, and the sensory experience of true passion and an oncoming explosive orgasm.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come again,” Rainey cries out.
“Do it now,” I grit out, hanging on, waiting for her.
I thrust my cock once, twice, and her screams hit my ears at the same time I come so hard I see stars, her orgasm prolonging my own.
A few seconds pass in peaceful quiet but for our heavy breathing until Rainey breaks the silence. “Oh, God. That was…”
“Yeah,” I say. It was.” I’m still inside her and take my time pulling out and losing her warmth.
“I’m a mess,” she says, her vulnerable gaze meeting mine.
I pull on my pants and walk around my desk, picking up a box of tissues. Returning to her, I carefully clean her up, aware of the flush on her cheeks as we pull ourselves together.
I cup her cheek in my hand, forcing her eyes to meet mine. “I’m glad you came by.”
“Me too.” Her lips lift in a soft smile.
“I was going to suggest we sit upstairs and have a drink,” I tell her. “But…” I pat the pocket holding her panties, unable to hold back a grin.
“Yeah. No panties. That wouldn’t be comfortable,” she says, her blush now a full-on red.
“Then I’ll walk you out as promised.” Leaning in, I kiss her long and hard before covering her back as we head through the club and outside to her car.
I make sure she’s safely inside, her doors locked before turning and walking back toward the long line and busy crowds inside.
I have a job to do and though I’m watching the goings-on at my club, my mind is solely on Rainey.
She surprised me tonight by showing up at the club.
Asking if I could leave so we could be alone?
That gives me hope she thought about me as obsessively as I thought about her.
Going along with office sex? That was mind-blowing and shocking for a woman trying to be perfect at everything she does because she cares how she’s perceived in business. That means she trusts me.
And I’m not going to complain about that.