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“Asshole,” he mumbles with a pained expression.
“That’ll teach you to not question my abilities,” I say, sliding out of the booth.
Nicole is already on her way back over to us. In the minutes she’s been out of sight, she’s managed to ditch her uniform and freshen her make-up, her lips burning scarlet under a pair of sultry smokey eyes.
Zach exhales in a low, drawn out whistle. “Not a bad pull for a night’s work. The guys will be pleased to know there’s nothing to worry about.”
I don’t say it, but I’m just as pleased. The way Cara’s been haunting my thoughts, I was beginning to think I didn’t have it in me either.
“I’ll talk you up to her if she’s any good.” I pat his shoulder just as Nicole comes up to the table.
“That won’t be necessary,” Zach says, waving me off. “I know all about this one.”
I’m about to ask him about the face he’s making but the woman in question shows up and my question falls flat.
She’s a little out of breath but smiling when she says, “Ready when you are.”
We’re barely in the back of my car when she jumps me, straddling my thigh, tongue down my throat. She tastes of cheap brandy and cheap lipgloss. Pineapple. It’s somehow sour and stale at the same time. Not sweet, like-
By the time we stumble out of the elevator and into my penthouse, Nicole’s face still attached to mine, I’ve managed to quit comparing every move she makes to Cara. If there’s any chance of this night going as planned, I need to get that woman all the way to the back of my head. Where I keep everything else I ignore on a daily basis.
To the back, not out. Because I don’t think that’s an option. Not yet, anyway.
“Grab my ass.” She breaks her hold on me just long enough to breathe the command before swallowing me back up.
She attacks my mouth with relish, as though this is a fantasy she’s been harboring for a while and can’t believe the time has come to finally live it. For me, it’s like drowning, but more violent and sticky. So not hot. I wish I’d had that third whiskey back at Suave. It would’ve helped me get into this a little more.
I grab her ass and squeeze down hard, making her moan into my mouth. As we edge over to the sofa in my living room, I’m painfully aware of the lack of response from my body. Our mouths are latched, her hands are all over me, I’m cradling her ass, holding her in place as I press my hips up real close. All the right things.
But zip. Zero. Nothing.
Nicole is easily the hottest piece of ass to walk into the club. I’ve had my eye on her since the day she started working there. This should be easy.
As I throw her back on the sofa, the action making her ginormous breasts bounce in her tight white crop top, hard nipples on full display, a truth claws its way into the front of my mind.
She’s not the hottest person to have been at Suave.
I rip my tie over my head with an irritated grunt. She’s shimmying her underwear down her legs, her mini skirt hiked all the way up over her thighs. Just as I surmised back at the club, the carpets don’t match the drapes. Nicole is actually a brunette. A raging one. Straight out of the ‘70s.
“Leave it on.”
My hands pause over the buttons on my shirt and I stare at her. “What?”
She sits up, taking my shirt in her fists and drags me on top of her. “I want you to leave it on,” she repeats. “All of it.”
“Uh…” My mind tries to catch up to the stream of thought she’s swimming in. “I can’t exactly do anything if-”
“Take your dick out through the zipper.” She lunges forward and clamps my top lip between her teeth, pulling it and then letting it snap back. “I want you to zipper-fuck me.”
Jesus. My eyes begin to tear with the sharp pain that shoots from my lip through my cheeks and into my jaw. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Zach’s stupid face swims into my mind and I suddenly realize just what that reaction was about. Why he had no interest in taking a chance with Nicole after I finished with her.
“Zipper-fuck you…” I say her words back, slowly.
She writhes beneath me, gyrating herself against my crotch. But even that isn’t enough to wake the sleeping dragon. The longer this goes on, the more I realize I want nothing to do with her.
“You got it, Big Daddy,” she moans, acrylic nails mauling me. “Someone could come in here any second and catch you fucking me, so you have to be fast. And hard.”
