But all he did want to drink was Lara Angelov and all that she had to offer.
He waved a dismissive hand in her direction. “No, thanks. I’m good.” He placed his glass next to hers.
Lara put the bottle back down and then resituated herself on the couch, scooting over just a bit closer to Cassius. Her strawberry champagne scent wafted into his nostrils. Mmm, she smelled just as good as she looked. He wondered if she tasted as good, too.
Cool it, Cass. You don’t really think you’ll be sleeping with her tonight, do you? You can’t do that, man. Think of something besides her sweet scent or her sexy lips... or her voluptuous curves.... Aww, hell. Who the fuck am I kidding? I want to screw her brains out. Lord knows she probably needs it just as badly as I do.
“James and I never consummated our relationship.” Her words from their phone conversation earlier that night echoed in his mind. Was that her way of telling him she needed some? Was that her way of telling him she wanted to sleep with him?
It sure as hell sounded like it.
She cleared her throat, bringing him out of his inappropriate thoughts. “So just ‘No’, no other thoughts on reopening a similar club like you had before?”
“Nope. Not for now. I’m done with that. But maybe someday, I’ll consider it or something similar.” Cassius was a firm believer of never saying never. But to go through another great loss all over again, he wasn’t sure if he could do it. That club had meant so much to him, and in no time, it was shut down and gone.
His eyes roamed over her once more. It was as if with each passing second, she was getting closer and closer to him. He took her in, imagining all the things he could do to her, when the sudden sound of the clock nestled against the wall down the hall alerted the both of them.
It was just after nine in the evening. He needed to steer the conversation into a different direction—preferably in the direction of getting her to talk about what happened. He’d wasted enough time telling her all about his childhood and his club. Now it was time to get down to business.
Okay, so it wasn’t the particular getting down to business that he was really interested in at the moment, but it was the next best thing.
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip to make sure he still had her attention.
Bingo. He did.
She was definitely alert and focused on Cassius. He took that as his cue to ask her some questions.
“So enough about me, and all my boring stories,” he chuckled. “Tell me a little more about yourself, your marriage... your past relationships...”
She smiled and rolled her eyes playfully. “I know what you wanna know, Cassius.”
“You do?”
She nodded and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “I met my husband, late husband, Milo, when I was in college. He was the perfect man. We quickly fell in love, but shortly after, he turned into a possessive man who was incredibly obsessed with me... so much so that it was just too much. It was actually downright scary. I felt trapped, like I couldn’t do anything or talk to anyone without him watching over me. I felt like a prisoner.”
Cassius nodded, willing her to continue.
She paused only a moment before going on. “Three years ago, there was an accident. He drowned in the lake, and his body was never found. He was legally declared dead. Even though we had our differences, I never wished something like that to happen to him. It was the worst time in my life.”
Cassius digested the information. Of course, he’d read her case file a thousand times, which included Milo’s death report. But hearing the words coming from her mouth made it that much more real.
“Anyway, I tried trudging on, finding love all over again. But ever since Milo, I haven’t had the best of luck in the relationship department. Every time I get close enough to someone new and he proposes to me, I say yes, and they—”
“They end up dead,” Cassius said, finishing her statement. He leaned in closer to her.
Lara smirked and raised an eyebrow, not backing away. “Yes, well. Not the exact choice of words I’d use, but—”
“But,” he repeated, leaning in closer still.
She let out a soft, short gasp, cutting the distance between them as well. In a hushed tone, she said, “But... I forgot what I was going to say.”
Both of them broke into a chuckle, when suddenly, Cassius grabbed her by the chin and brought his lips smashing down onto hers.
Moaning, she didn’t bother backing away. Instead, she gave into him, willingly, meeting his kiss with her own as their mouths opened and allowed their tongues to explore.
Cassius moved his mouth from hers to her neck. “Lara...” he growled allowing his hands to find her body. He ran them down her length, and upon reaching her ass, she jerked up with a loud moan, hiked up her dress, and climbed on top of his lap, straddling him.
He reached underneath her dress and his hands once again landed on her ass. He loved the fact that when he gripped a handful of her luscious ass, she was wearing a thong. He couldn’t wait to see her from behind. He had pictured fucking her doggy style on all fours, multiple times, while he’d grab her long blonde locks with one hand, forcing her head back. He’d push her thong to the side as he’d slide his dick in and out of her sweet juicy cunt that he knew was waiting for him.
Dripping and drenched, ready and willing for him.
“Oh, God... fuck me, Cassius, please!” she begged as she whipped her head back and let his hands explore her body as he continued sucking on her neck.
“Mmm, Jesus, Lara,” he groaned, caressing her ass, and then slamming his lips back onto hers. He moved his hands over her dress and began unzipping it. He needed her out of it, naked in his arms, and he needed her now.
As the zipper came down, she helped him fling it off of her, up over her head. To his pleasant surprise, she was braless.
Fuck, I knew it... she had no bra underneath that tight little number... and her tits are huge, shit.
The urge to ram his dick deep inside of her grew. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to contain himself before fucking her senseless, but he knew he wanted to suck on her tits right here and right now.
“Fuck...” he moaned, admiring her chest. He brought his mouth down onto her right nipple and began licking and flicking his tongue over the nub while he palmed and kneaded her other breast.
“Oh, God... yes!” she screamed, sending him into a frenzy. He sucked on her nipple hard as her hands grabbed the top of his head, holding him to her breast.
She was loving this just as much as he was.
As he was about to show her other nipple the attention it so desperately wanted, needed, Lara pulled back momentarily to look him in the eyes. “Cassius... upstairs... the bedroom, please.” Then she smashed her lips back onto his.
Running his hands up her back, he placed them underneath her ass cheeks and stood up with her in his arms. Her long legs automatically wrapped around his waist, but as he stood, he felt that same cold wind passing right by him. He stopped in his movements, looking around.
Lara pulled her head back to search his face. He met her gaze, and she asked breathlessly, “W-what is it?”
He took a breath as she placed her lips on his neck and kissed along it.
He closed his eyes for just a second. “I don’t know... I thought I—”