With his success came riches and popularity—and women. Lots of women.
Last night was one for the books.
Models.
Three wild, kinky ones.
Walking into the kitchen, he smiled at the memory of his recent fuck session.
Even he had to admit they tested his stamina.
But now it was time to think of the upcoming week. It was courting time, and he had a slew of meetings lined up with potential clients he was looking forward to signing.
Setting his coffee cup down on the counter, he quickly put away the items he’d bought from the store. This was going to be a big year for his company, and there were a few files he needed to go over.
He and Jaxon, his business partner and brother, wanted to kick things up a notch.
Rumor had it, Khalil Roads, the number one draft pick in the professional basketball league five years ago, was said to be looking for a new agent, and his contract was about to end.
Snagging Khalil would be a dream.
Not only was he the top player, he was a goldmine.
With the endorsements London could help him get, he was more confident he could make not only Khalil richer, but himself as well.
Pouring coffee into his mug, he made his way into the living room and flopped down onto his couch. Placing his cup next to him on the end table, he reached for his laptop and got lost in his work.
Just as he was sending an email off to his secretary, he heard a muffled cry.
“What the…” He went quiet, trying to hear where the sound came from. Glancing down at his watch, he saw it was a little after eleven in the morning. He’d worked three hours straight.
Setting his laptop on the couch, he got up to investigate.
The cry sounded again, causing him to rush to the door. Yanking it open, he found a nice, shapely ass pointed in his direction.
“Nice ass,” he muttered in appreciation.
She flew up to a standing position and fell into the wall.
“Pardon me?” she gasped, her large glasses magnifying her almond-shaped eyes. They were captivating, drawing him in. Her warm brown skin was damp with a fine sheen of sweat. Her long dark hair was gathered into a ponytail. His gaze made its way down her curvy frame dressed in a tank and the shortest of shorts that had given him something to fantasize about.
A whimper escaped her and it was then he noticed she was grasping her calf muscle.
“Can I help you with something?” he asked, stepping out into the hallway.
A pained expression crossed her face. “Uh, can you get the door?”
“Sure.”
Helping her from the wall, he wrapped an arm around her waist, ignoring how well she fit against him with her soft curves.
“My keys are in my pocket,” she murmured.
He bit back a curse. Sliding his fingers along the edge of her waistband, he connected with the tiny hidden compartment and pulled out her key.
“Got it,” he whispered. His gaze met hers, and he could have sworn his heart skipped a beat. The urge to close the gap between them and get a taste of her—
“Charley horse,” she exclaimed before crumpling over in pain, almost causing London to lose his hold on her.
“Gotcha.” Pulling her in close, he slid the key into the lock and opened the door. Swooping her up into his arms, he pushed his way into her home. “Which way?”
He took in the home that was similar to his.
“The couch.”
He strode forward and made his way into the living room, ignoring how right it felt to have her in his arms.
“Here we go, m’lady.” He slowly lowered her down on the plush couch, feeling her gaze on him. Kneeling down before her, he slid his hands along her leg, finding the muscle tense. “London,” he announced, kneading her calf.
“What?”
“My name. It’s London. I figured I should introduce myself, seeing how I’m offering up a free massage.”
She looked away, but not before he caught sight of her small smile.
“What’s your name, pretty lady?” he asked, thickening his Southern drawl. As he continued to gaze upon her, he realized she was more than beautiful.
She was a knockout.
And he wanted to get to know her.
Intimately.
Her smooth skin was soft like butter beneath his fingers. When he caught her wince again, he eased up on the pressure.
“Alana Thornton.” She turned back to him, her large eyes filled with curiosity. He had to look away, feeling the familiar stirring in his groin. His cock grew thick, pushing against his jeans.
“Nice to meet you, Alana Thornton,” he replied, comparing her dark skin to his.
It was a complete turn-on.
Sliding his hands up along her leg, he stopped at her knee before gliding back over her now relaxed muscle.
He couldn’t look away from the sight before him. Her generous breasts pushed against her soft T-shirt, showcasing her erect nipples.
Her curvy body was perfect.
Soft.
Womanly.
Her eyes were closed as she relished in the feel of his hands on her.
What would she look like climaxing on my cock?
He swallowed hard, pushing away the image of her naked, braced over him, riding him. “How does it feel now?”
“Amazing,” she moaned. Her muscles tensed again as a look of complete horror came over her face.
A hearty laugh exploded from his lips. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so hard at someone else’s expense.
“Good. I always aim to please.” Releasing her, he stood up, running a shaky hand through his hair. “What you need is water, and a banana for potassium. Do you have any?”
“Yeah—”
Not waiting for her to finish, he headed toward the kitchen. He had to get away from her before he did something crazy, like pull her up from the couch and kiss her.
Grabbing a banana off the counter, he opened her fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.
He blew out a deep breath, trying to will his cock to calm the fuck down, which made him chuckle. It wouldn’t do him any good to help his sexy neighbor with his cock drilling its way through his pants.
“You really don’t have to do this,” she said as he entered the living room.
Handing her the banana, he took a seat on the coffee table in front of her. “What kind of neighbor would I be?”
When she smiled, he noticed a small dimple in her right cheek.
There was no way he could watch her bite into the banana. It would only lead his thoughts down a slippery slope to see her place the tip of the fruit between her lips…
He looked around the room instead, taking in the decor. Her apartment was tastefully decorated in warm, inviting colors, giving off the homey vibe his was devoid of. The condo wasn’t his primary home, but it allowed him to be close to work and all the things he loved about Cleveland.
He’d bought a home in the suburbs when he first moved to Northeast Ohio, but it was massive, and he felt alone when it was just him.
It was meant for a family—a husband, a beautiful wife, and children.
“Lived in Cleveland long?” he asked, focusing back on her. Watching her set the empty peel down on the couch, he twisted the cap off the bottled water and handed it to her.
Nodding, she took a sip and told him, “I know you moved in a few months ago. Sorry I haven’t been over to introduce myself.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He stood and walked over to a picture hanging on the wall that caught his attention. It was a beautiful abstract painting with bold colors. “Wow. This is beautiful.”