I lay back and raised my hands to the bars of my headboard, my dress rising up to the tops of my thighs, revealing my black thong underneath.
He stood next to the bed and stared at me, his hand automatically wrapping around his dick, his thumb swiping the drop that oozed from the tip. He was never sexier than when he was turned on, like right now, looking at me like I was the most irresistible thing on the planet.
He moved on top of me then wrapped the silk tie around my wrists before he secured them to the wooden bar. He looked at me as he did it, like he’d done this a hundred times and didn’t need to watch his movements.
I leaned my head up to kiss him, feeling my thighs squeeze together because I was so anxious. I loved the scruff along his jawline, the darkness of his eyes, the way he looked dangerous and harmless at the same time.
He kissed me back, his eyes open, looking at the desire in my eyes. “Fuck…” His hand pushed up my dress and gripped my thong, and he slowly pulled it down to my thighs. He pulled away altogether to get it off my ankles. Then he wrapped the material around his dick and stroked himself for a moment before he helped himself to my nightstand, fishing out a condom and rolling it on.
I tugged on the headboard, instinctively wanting to reach for him, to pull him on top of me so he could take me to cloud nine.
He grabbed both my knees and pulled them apart, getting them wide open before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my entrance.
I rolled my hips automatically, giving a loud moan because a simple kiss was more than enough to light me on fire. I tugged on the bars again, my thighs parting wider.
His hands scooped under my ass, and he kissed me again, his eyes on me, his tongue circling my clit before his lips sealed over me entirely and gave me a hard suck.
“God…” My head rolled back, and I looked at the ceiling, not caring if Charlie heard me. I’d heard him with girls before, and I placed a pillow over my head to silence the squeak of the bed.
Dax crawled up my body and positioned him between my open legs, tilting his hips so the head of his dick could touch my entrance and slowly sink inside. He held his strong body on top of mine, his dark eyes looking into mine as he sank deeper and deeper.
I inhaled a deep breath, my legs starting to shake. “Dax…”
He moved all the way inside, leaving his balls against my ass. He brought his face close to mine but didn’t kiss me. Then he started to thrust—hard.
“Yes…” This was exactly what I wanted, wanted it the moment I saw his gorgeous face in that stunning suit. He could fuck like other men couldn’t. He could pound my pussy like he knew exactly where all my triggers were.
He did it harder and harder, breathing hard and grunting, making the headboard slam louder and louder.
I raised my head to kiss him.
He pulled away, like all he wanted to do was stare at me as he fucked me. He grabbed the top of my dress and tugged it down, making my tits pop out. “Fuck me.” He clenched his jaw as he kept slamming into me, fucking me like he was really enjoying this, like this was a fantasy that really got him going. “Yes…”
He lay beside me with his eyes closed, his body still flushed and pumped from all the work he’d done, even though we’d finished fifteen minutes ago.
“You going to untie me?” I lay beside him, my dress to my waist, my tits out, my wrists still at the headboard.
He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. “No.”
“It better be because you’re going to fuck me. Because I ain’t gonna sleep like this.”
“Ain’t?” He turned toward me, a slight grin on his face.
“Damn right, ain’t.”
“I hope you know that’s not a word.”
“God, please don’t be the grammar police. I know how to write, and I know how to use slang, because I’m hip like that.”
He reached up and tugged on the tie, making it come loose so my hands would be free.
“Thank you.” I tossed the tie to the edge of the bed. I turned into him, snuggling into his side, my dress wrinkled and my heels kicked off to the edge of the bed. “You gonna sleep over?”
“No. I’ve got a long day tomorrow.”
“Alright.” I preferred not to share my bed because it was too small for a man of his size, but I’d started to get used to it, the way he sighed right when he woke up, the way he spooned me from behind or pulled me close if I was on the other side of the bed.
He turned to me and gave me a kiss before he got out of bed. He pulled on his boxers then slowly started to put each piece of his suit back on his body.
I stood up and adjusted my dress before I grabbed the tie. I caught the tag as I turned it over.
Louis Vuitton.
He had a Louis Vuitton tie?
That meant it was like three hundred dollars.
My heart started to race, finding another perplexing fact about him. Why was a man in a nearly empty apartment wearing a designer like this? He hadn’t even had any suits in his closet when I was over there.
He pulled on the jacket then turned around. “Everything alright?”
I almost confronted him about it, but I didn’t. I bit my tongue because Charlie would have told me to. It was a weird thing to say anyway, to question Dax about wearing something expensive. Maybe his mother gave it to him as a birthday gift or something. “Yeah.” I handed over the tie.
He secured it around his neck, perfectly tying it without the need for a mirror—like he did that every single day.
I walked him to the front door. Charlie was absent from the living room, probably in the bedroom watching TV as he fell asleep.
Dax turned to me before he opened the door. “Do you have plans on Friday evening?”
“Not at the moment.”
“No plans to provoke the mob or something?” he asked, slightly playful.
“Well, not right this second, but anything can happen.”
“Have dinner with me. I want to talk to you about something.”
“Why don’t you just talk to me about it now?”
He stared at me for a while, breathing a deep sigh as he considered it. “Because it’s not the right time.” He leaned down and kissed me before he walked out of the apartment.
Like always, I watched him go, stared at that tight ass in those slacks.
Twenty-Four
Carson
“You wanted me, boss?” I stepped into Vince’s office, staying near the door because I didn’t expect this to take long.
“Clear your schedule for the day. I have another assignment for you.”
I never said no to work, but I already had so much going on. I was juggling three articles at once. “What is it?”
“Vivica was supposed to interview the CEO of Clydesdale Software for an editorial piece. When we approached them about the article, they specifically asked for her.”
“Then why are you making me do it?”
“Because she broke her fucking foot last night.” He threw down his folder.
“What about Charlie?” If I was going to nominate someone to take over, I was going to suggest my best friend.
“He’s already on assignment in Brooklyn. Look, the meeting is in thirty minutes. I just need someone to go, and you’re here.” He lifted the folder. “Here’s all of Vivica’s notes. Just make it work, alright?”