Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Paddy
Why did the little vixen have to come to my club? I was bound and determined to stay away from her. Then she walked in here on those red fucking heels and that white dress that makes me want to flip up the skirt and slide deep into her cunt.
After she showed up, I found out Sally, the floor manager, gave away several admittance passes to the ballet company.
I watched her slam that first shot, then I had a water delivered to her on the dance floor. Once she sat down, I ordered her a drink. I thought of the pinkest, sweetest thing we had on the menu. I wanted to taste her lips after she sucked on the candy.
I watch her now as she talks to Hayes. When he steps away, he doesn’t look up at me until he’s moved completely away from her group.
“Okay, what was the emergency?” JJ asks as he steps into my office overlooking both sides of the club.
“It was nothing. I just needed to get out of there,” I answer him honestly.
“Really? What was up?” He folds his large body into one of the chairs as I stand at the glass, watching my girl.
She should have come with Hayes. It pisses me off that she isn’t following him. A moment later, he steps into the office.
“Well?” I still don’t take my eyes off her.
I clocked her guards as soon as she walked in. I can tell she has no clue they’re there. It’s why I sent Hayes.
“She implied that if I had a boss interested in her, that he needed to ‘nut up’ and ask her himself. She also said she likes men with balls.” He can barely contain his laughter, meanwhile JJ is practically dying in his seat.
JJ stands and approaches the glass. He glances down at the floor below me.
“Holy fuck, Paddy. Do you know who she is? Are you sure about this?” He steps back with his hands up in surrender. “Although, with that comment, the little brat needs a spanking.”
He’s right. I can’t let that smart mouth go now. She has me intrigued, and imagining my handprints on her ass makes me harder than I was before.
“Fuck,” I growl as I walk past both men, knowing they’ll follow me.
I storm out of the room and down the stairs. I signal my guards to follow too. I’m going to need to contain this situation if I want to prevent a war.
I’ve watched several men try to dance with her, and she brushed them all off. I wait until she’s alone before moving toward her, not wanting to attract too much attention.
She has her back to me, and I slide my hand around her body.
My large, tattooed fingers pull her back against me, and my thumb slips into her cleavage.
She’s tall but still petite compared to me.
She leans back, her body already responding as if it knows mine.
And when she realizes it’s me and smiles, the darkness inside me lights up.
“Sweets, you need to come talk with me. I have balls. I was just making sure your brother’s guards didn’t notice you coming to see me,” I whisper in her ear as we move to the music.
Not only are Hayes and JJ here, but a whole contingency of my soldiers has surrounded us, blocking us from prying eyes.
“You ran from me. How do I know you have balls?” She giggles as she looks up at me.
I have a perfect view of her cleavage from this vantage point. Fuck, this little minx is about to get my hard cock shoved between her lips to shut her up.
“Sweets, I figured it wasn’t a good thing to meet you because of our families,” I say, and she turns around in my arms, brushing her hip against my cock. “Come with me.” I grab her hand and start to drag her from the floor, but she stops me.
“How do I know you really want to talk to me and not send a message to my brother?”
I’m not surprised she knows who I am.
“I’ll explain when we get away from the guards.”
She bristles. “Wait, you’re serious? Alek has guards on me?” She turns, glancing around, and that’s when she spots them approaching. “I’ll go, but just give me a moment.” She pulls away from me, and it takes everything in me not to follow her.
I’m about to nod to Hayes when I hear her raise her voice a couple of times. He’s already walking over to where she’s reprimanding the two soldiers. She basically tells them to leave her alone.
She turns and walks back over to me, and I hold out my hand.
She doesn’t hesitate to slide hers into mine.
I lead her toward the private elevator that will take us to my suite on the third floor.
I was going to take her to my office, but I need her to myself.
I’m not letting her go tonight. She sealed her fate the moment she sassed me and placed her hand in mine, trusting me.
As soon as the door closes, I have her pressed against the wall, and my lips are finally on hers.
She opens instantly, her full, soft bottom lip begging me to suck it deep, which I do.
She moans, and her hands clutch at my black jacket, pulling me into her body.
I crush her tighter against the wall. Her hands go into my hair and tug at the dark strands.
Our tongues dance together in that age-old, erotic dance of two lovers.
With her pressed into the wall, I can move my hands all over her body. I slide one down her throat into her cleavage and the under her skirt, seeking out that haven I want to bury myself in forever.
As the elevator comes to a stop, I pull away from her lips.
She’s flushed, not only from dancing but from desire.
Her lips are puffy and bruised from mine.
I’m lost to her, and I hike her up my body, holding her against me as I carry her out of the elevator and down the short corridor that opens into my condo.
I work my fingers against her core through her panties. Feeling the string of her thong, I set her ass onto the table as I kick the chairs away. Her eyes are focused on me. I want to tear the material from her body. I’ve never had the urges that I do with her.
“Before we go any further, sweets, you need to know a few things.”
She leans up and, in a husky, sexy voice, says,” Patrick MacEvoy, you aren’t going to chicken out now because of my brother and the Bratva, are you?”
“Fucking shit, baby. Say it again.”
“What part?” She gives me an impish smile as she pushes my jacket from my body.
“My name.” I love the way she says it. She doesn’t call me Paddy like everyone else does.
“Patrick.” She slowly spreads her thighs as she lies back on the table.
Leaning over her, I lift her head just a hair’s breadth from my face. “No families between us. No regrets. No excuses. You haven’t had that much to drink.”
She smirks at me before whispering, “Have you been watching me?”
“Fuck yeah. You’re mesmerizing.”
I take her lips again. When I pull away, it’s only to carry her through the living room to my bedroom.
Setting her at the side of the bed, I rip my shirt off, and her eyes take me all in.
Every tattoo and scar. She licks her lips and reaches for me, but I step back and take a seat in the chair in the corner.
“Show me,” I order, my voice deep and gravelly. I’m barely hanging on. I don’t want to two pump chump her, so I need time to gather myself.
She stands on her high heels and twists, giving me her back. Her hips start swaying, then she shimmies like she did on the dance floor, moving to a beat in her head. When I watched her earlier, I fantasized about her stripping for me.
She bends forward, giving me a glimpse of the white thong between her ass cheeks, before snapping upright.
Her hands move along her body to the sash around her waist. She frees the knot, then grips the zipper of her dress.
Slowly, she lowers it. The dress hangs on by the tie around her neck.
Lifting her hair up, she continues to move her hips around in a way I want her riding my cock.
Her body is trim and muscular from dancing, but there’s still enough to hold on to. Putting a baby in her will fill out her hips more. The thought of her dancing like this for me with a round belly hits me hard, and I reach down to adjust myself.
She watches me with intense eyes as I open my fly to relieve the pressure. Her movements falter ever so slightly as I pull out my cock.
“Don’t stop,” I demand. “I love watching you dance.”
She returns to working her hips and body, and she lifts a leg up onto the bed, bending down to unbuckle her heel. She drops the shoe to the floor, then moves to the next. Her hands slide down her thighs, and I can’t wait to feel them wrapped around me.
She faces me as she unties the bow holding her dress up, then slowly turns away again in a graceful dance move. The dress slips down, revealing her bare back and ass. She pirouettes to face me, and I swallow my tongue. She’s breathtaking, like staring at a perfect alabaster Grecian statue.
I rise to my feet and let my pants fall. Kicking them and my shoes off, I move to stand before her.
“I’m going to worship this body.”
“Please.” She sighs as she looks up at me.
Lifting her into my arms, I rip the thong from her body and drop the shredded material to the floor. We both turn as her phone starts buzzing from her bag she set on the nightstand when we came in.
“Ignore it.”
“It’s Alek. He’ll bust in here if I don’t say something to him.”
“Fine.”
I set her down but keep my arms around her. I stare over her shoulder at her phone as she opens the text message.
Big Bro
You better be downstairs with your guards in ten minutes, or I’m sending them up to find you. You’ve been drinking, and this is a bad decision.
I want to take the phone away and tell him to fuck off. Instead, I chuckle at her response.
Dar
You’re too late. I snuck out the back. He just wanted to tell me I performed beautifully tonight. Now don’t worry. Go make me an auntie. Hugs. I’ll see you at work tomorrow. I’m staying with a girlfriend.
She silences her phone and sets it back down.
“Do you lie to him often?” I nuzzle her neck and gently suck on the skin, pulling it into mouth, needing to mark her.