Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
AVA
My brother has had many jobs, but security detail in a high-end clubhouse has to be my favorite. Tonight, as I dance to the electronic beat, the danger feels a world away.
With a daiquiri in one hand and my phone in the other, I sway to the music while I read through my things. No better evening than this.
Well. There’s one way it could get better.
My gaze locks with Dante’s across the room, and it’s like a live wire zaps through me. He leans against the wall with that emerald green stare, his muscles taut under his tight black tee.
The weight of his gaze urges me on, starts a fire inside my chest. I sway my hips, throw my head back, let my hair tumble behind me. I move to the next song, letting the music soak into my being.
When I search for Dante again, there’s hunger etched in every line of his body. There’s no mistaking the bulge growing beneath his jeans.
Heat pools in my belly. Is that for me? I press my thighs together. Tonight, I was especially bold in my choice of clothing—the dress I’m wearing marks my full curves and it was too short for the bike. Dante made me put on his jacket when we rode here.
A buzz in my palm pulls my attention back to my phone. I started dreading messages because of Steve, but this is a good one. This one comes from a friend.
My gaze flies over their message. Again. No way. There’s no way!
Excitement bubbles up inside me, and a grin splits my face.
Oh, Congressman Thorne. You have no idea what’s coming for you.
“Hey.” Dante’s breath brushes my ear, his voice low and so damn sexy. I whirl around to face him. “What’s the smile for?”
“I might have received good news.” I beam at him, still riding the high of my discovery.
Dante glances over his shoulder. “Should I grab Archer? You can tell us both.”
I curl my nose. “Maybe keep it between us for now.” I grab his hand, glancing over the crowd. “Let’s find a quieter spot.”
“King will take over,” Dante says, leading me out of the crowd as the song thrums to an end. He guides me toward the booths in the back. “Did you talk to Archer yet?”
“Later,” I murmur, rushing to the last booth, the one deep in shadows. “First, I’ve got something to share.”
We slide into the corner booth. Dante glances around us—probably looking for my brother—, then pulls me onto his lap, his touch sending sparks across my skin.
I turn to him. “You remember those shell companies tied to Thorne?” I whisper in his ear.
“Hard to forget.”
“Turns out they’re not just his favorite tax havens—they belong to his personal secretary.”
Dante pulls back, his brows shoot high on his forehead. “No shit.”
I nod. “Right? It’s fishy as hell.” I can practically see the gears turning in his head, the respect flickering in his eyes. “I’m going to have a friend check the guy’s finances. I bet we’ll find hush money for those girls. I know they didn’t recant out of nowhere. There must be a reason.”
“Shit. You’re brilliant, darling.” His praise washes over me, and I bask in the glow of the compliment. Heat radiates off Dante’s body, calling me in.
And I have no reason to refuse the call.
I crash my lips against his, an electric current crackling between us. Dante pushes his hand into my hair. I groan in pleasure when he tugs at the hair near the roots.
We kiss harder. He takes my breath away with every sweep of his tongue. His cock grows stiff beneath my thighs. I can’t help but circle my hips against him.
“Touch me.” I whimper, breaking away just enough to speak. Dante’s green eyes darken, his pupils blowing wide with possessiveness.
“Out here?” His growl is low, almost lost in the cacophony of the club, but it hits me straight in the core. “I don’t share, darling.”
“I know. You won’t have to. Just touch me .”
Instead of saying anything else, he gives me another ruinous kiss, one hand boldly venturing beneath the table, inching up my thigh with purposeful slowness. Each stroke of his fingers on my bare skin leaves a trail of fire.
The tease is maddening. “More,” I breathe out, tilting my hips toward him, silently begging for the pressure I crave.
“Greedy girl.” His voice is warm honey, but he takes his time, circling his fingertips along my flesh. When his hand finally finds the heat between my legs, I’m molten. The world fades to the background as he slips his fingers into my panties as gathers my wetness.
“God, Ava...” Dante’s mouth latches onto my neck, sucking on my pulse. I moan shamelessly, not caring who hears. Dante’s fingers work their magic, coaxing my pleasure to climb, relentless and all-consuming.
“Please, Dante, I need—” My plea breaks off as his thumb circles just right. Dante flicks over my clit once and fireworks go off behind my closed eyelids.
“Shit. Shit.” Dante grunts, his voice reverberating through his chest. My hips are moving on their own, seeking more.
I turn my head and press my lips to his ear. “Fuck me,” I beg, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Fucking hell.” The curse falls from his lips as he teeters on the edge of restraint. I feel his body shaking slightly beneath my touch. His muscles strain with effort.
“ Please .”
In a swift motion, Dante lowers his pants just enough, the sound of metal muted by the thumping music. He pulls my dress up, his eyes darting around the crowd, making sure no one is looking.
Dante’s cock brushes the inside of my thighs, twitching. I reach between my legs and push it into me, arching my back.
I sink onto him slowly, achingly slow, savoring the delicious stretch, the perfect fullness.
Then I stop. And it’s perfect .
He’s so thick he spreads me to the max. It’s a tight fit even with the orgasm. Dante keeps strumming my clit, keeping me on edge. I drop my head back on his shoulder and moan, pleasure rushing through my veins.
Each gentle thrust sends ripples through me, pushing me closer and closer to the brink.
“Fuck, you squeeze me so good,” he grunts, his lips against my neck. He grips my hip so tight I know I’ll be bruised in the morning.
And I don’t mind. I want him to leave a mark.
My orgasm builds, pleasure tightening between my hipbones. I arch into him, nails biting into his thighs. My lips part with a moan. I take a sharp breath in.
The orgasm crashes. It rocks my entire world. And Dante didn’t even have to be rough. My eyes roll back and I let the sound of my pleasure spill past my lips.
Dante’s hand clamps over my mouth, muffling the sound of my release. Waves of pleasure wrack my body, and I’m floating, adrift in an ocean of ecstasy. His manhandling gets me going, and the slow thrusts of his hips throw me off the edge a second time.
Dante follows, a grunt muffled by my hair as he spills himself, his come hot inside me.
My hands shake. My legs couldn’t hold my weight. I stay there, sitting on his lap, as Dante lowers my dress and puts his cock away. He makes sure I’m presentable, brushing my hair back. As our breathing slows, Dante leans in, his lips brushing against my ear.
I turn to meet his gaze. The glint in his green eyes is soft. Tender even. I smile.
He gazes back at me. “Darling.”
“Yes?” I blink slowly.
He parts his lips, his eyes still going over my face. Finally, he shakes his head. “Nothing.” And he presses his mouth to mine and I completely forget anything other than him.