CHAPTER SEVEN
TRAVIS
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I cut into my steak and lift my fork to my lips, then chew slowly as I watch the sexy woman seated across from me. It took all my willpower to not check if Brook was wearing panties on the ride to the restaurant.
The one I booked out, so it’s just her and me.
She’s impressed.
And waiting for me to pounce.
Fuck, the anticipation has my cock so thick and hard I swear I’m going to come the minute I let it loose.
I am fucking her tonight.
We both know that.
Brook’s blonde hair is piled on top her head, showing off her slim neck, and she’s wearing a short black dress. Very short. The kind that teases a man to slide his fingers along her silky thigh and help himself.
We are definitely fucking. If we make it back to my place before we do, I’ll be surprised.
Any other woman, I would’ve had a chef prepare dinner at my penthouse and already be twelve inches deep inside her. But Brooklyn McKenna is not just any other woman.
I need her.
Or rather, she has a purpose in my life that no other woman does. To bring down my father.
So, I actually need to have conversations with her.
If I’m to plant the seeds and give her information, I can hardly bring up Leo Taylor while I’m sucking her clit and be all like, by the way that show of yours...
Brook has been clear she doesn’t date, so that poses a bit more of a challenge. I am confident she’ll want to see me a few more times. Not because of my charming dinner conversations, more because she’ll be screaming my name across Manhattan in less than two hours.
Remember to talk.
It’s hard.
I’m imagining, as I take another mouthful, what her breasts would look like spilling over her dress if I tugged it down. Or if she has panties on and is wet anticipating me pressing my fingers inside her.
So it’s a balance.
We need a few dates before I can give her the information I’ll share about my father. But I also don’t want to scare her off.
She needs to think I’m the knight in fucking shining armor pursuing her pussy, and that’s it.
“You went to a lot of trouble for a non-date.” She smiles at me.
“I hate people. They chew loudly.”
Brook chokes on her sip of wine and laughs. I love watching her smile at my stupid jokes.
“So, what? You rented out the entire restaurant. Dune usually takes a month to get a reservation.”
“I know the owner.”
And now owe Killian a huge favor. He’ll call it in at the most annoying time.
“Are you trying to impress me with your money and influence?”
“Is it working?” I sip my drink and smirk.
“Well, it’s more impressive than knocking me off my feet.” Brook meets my stare, the challenge rich in her eyes.
“Are you wearing panties?”
Fuck, this is not the conversation I’m meant to be having.
“The fact you haven’t attempted to find out for yourself means this is either a) a date or b) you’re not going to follow through on your promise.”
My nostrils flare.
She’s challenging me, and I fucking like it.
The smile on her lips, as she lifts the last of her chicken into her sexy mouth, is like gasoline on fire.
“Let’s go.” I toss my napkin on my plate and push my chair back.
“What about dessert?” Brook gasps and flutters her eyelashes in a poor attempt to look innocent.
I round the table.
She’s playing with fire.
And knows it.
A laugh escapes her as I grab her small purse, and she pushes her chair back. But when I reach down and lift her up and over my shoulder, she lets out a cry.
“What are you doing!? Travis put me down!”
Not happening.
I stride through the empty restaurant, giving the chef a nod.
“Travis.” Brook slams her fists on my back. “Stop this. Put me down.”
My hand rests on her ass, and goddamn it she does not have panties on. I only lower her to the floor in the elevator because I’m almost certain her pussy will be visible to anyone in the garage where my vehicle and driver are.
No one gets to see that before me.
Or after.
Jesus, I’m desperate to fuck this woman.
Moving close, I press her against the wall of the elevator and lower my face to hers. Brook’s hands land on my pecs, her mouth parts and I can feel her shuddering as my cock presses into the apex between her thighs.
I slide a hand over her ass and shove her hard against it.
“About those promises.” I rasp.
“Yes,” she breathes, those big eyes craving what I offer.
My lips turn up in a predatory smile, then I slam my mouth down on hers. The moan that escapes her lips has my cock jerking eagerly as my tongue plows inside finding hers.
She opens to me, hungrily taking and giving.
Christ, she’s passionate and horny as fuck.
Cupping her face, I bite her lips, showing her in advance how rough this will be. If Brook was expecting Lancelot, she’s going to be disappointed.
I’m no knight.
But I will make this night one she’ll remember for a long time. Then, when my cock lets me take back control, I will do what I came here for.
Have a goddamn conversation.
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OH SWEET JESUS the man can kiss.
My legs almost gave out from under me, so I’m clinging to Travis’s arms and can only hope he thinks it’s because of my ankle. Not that I’m some sex-craved, overworked woman—which I am.
The doors ping open, and he releases my mouth. Diluted hungry eyes roam my face, and he does that masculine moan which has my pussy clenching.
“Let’s go.”
I don’t know where we are going.
I should ask. This is completely not street smart to just climb into his car and let him take me home knowing we plan to have sex. No one knows where I am.
Very stupid.
What if he takes me to the club?
Is he into public displays? He certainly didn’t cover my ass when he walked through the restaurant with me over his shoulder.
There was a draft where a draft should not be. Unless you don’t wear panties. Ask me how many times I put them on and took them off before leaving my apartment.
Listen, we all know I’m here to have sex with Travis Warner.
He knows it. I know it.
So what’s one less piece of clothing to take off?
Dinner was just a bonus. An unnecessary one because this is not a date.
I climb into the luxury vehicle, and Travis is immediately on me. His hand slides up the inside of my thighs.
“Part your legs,” he demands.
“You can’t wait until we get to...” I trail off because I don’t know where we are going.
“No,” he growls, taking control and widening my legs. “Christ, you are soaked.”
A single digit glides between my folds, and I arch, my head landing on the soft leather. Then I remember the driver. This is not a limousine with privacy, so I straighten.
“Travis,” I hiss.
His eyes shoot to mine and then the driver, and an evil smile appears on his lips.
“Be a good girl and stay quiet while he drives.”
Is he insane?
Oh god. Travis presses on my clit and pleasure rocks through me as his nostrils flare.
The vehicle moves, and so do his fingers. Right inside me.
“Oh, shit.” I slap my hand over my mouth.
“Shh.” Dark smoldering eyes watch me as he pumps in and out of me rhythmically. Then, licking his lips, he removes his fingers and sucks my juices from them.
My fucking god.
“Would you like more, milady?” He leans, whispering in my ear, then sucks on my lobe. “Or do you want to wait for this knight to fuck you with his cock?”
All of it.
I want all of it.
I don’t even care about the driver. My pussy is throbbing, and I need to come.
Travis glides his wet fingers down my neck and exposes my breast. I feel like the whore he promised I would as he flicks my nipple and leans down, taking it in his mouth.
The sucking, popping noise is unmissable and I remind myself never to look the driver in the eye again.
He’s probably used to it.
Travis probably fucks women in here every weekend.
For some reason that just makes this dirtier, and I don’t care. I know I should be mad or telling him to wait until we get home, but this is the most erotic and sexual moment of my life.
Then suddenly his fingers are back between my legs and moving faster. Deeper. His thumb hard on my clit.
“I keep my promises Brook.”
I promise to treat you like a queen, then fuck you like a wench.
Yup, he is.
“Now come.” He growls, his rough masculine tone shattering me into a million pieces. My muscles clench as his other hand covers my mouth and my orgasm rips through me.