“Nice to meet you, Mr. Masterson.” Kristyn smiles, shaking his hand, and I can’t help noticing the way he leers at her. Knowing this in one of the last shipments we’ll be doing for him is the only reason I’m not knocking him out.
“It’s my pleasure, sweet thing,” he chuckles, holding onto her hand for a little too long.
I’ve known him most of my working career, and he’s been a client I depend on. He pays on time and doesn’t give me too much shit.
The only thing I don’t like is how he cheats on his wife. She’s a stunner, and the fact that he’s out with this doll on his arm frustrates me to no end.
“Shall we get some drinks?” he asks Gigi when the waiter appears with the wine I ordered. The young man opens the bottle with a flourish and fills our glasses after I agree on the taste.
“I want something pink and fruity.” Gigi giggles, and I wonder how old she really is.
Brent orders, and the waiter leaves us. He turns his attention on me. “So, there are two shipments coming in. I need them both handled by Four Fathers,” he tells me.
“We can certainly do that. Give me the deadlines, locations, and I can have the invoice sent out to you first thing in the morning.”
He nods with a satisfied smile.
“There’s something else I need your help with.” I knew this was coming. Brent is a dealer. He loves the challenge of making the most asinine deals with men and then coming to me for help. It doesn’t make a difference what it is.
I, however, am able to give him the legal advice he normally needs when things go awry. My father’s insistence at getting an education when I was younger has ensured I’m geared to run an empire on my own.
“Anything for you, Brent.” I lift my glass as their drinks arrive. While they’re talking to our server, my hand snakes over Kristyn’s thigh, squeezing her toned leg while chatting with Masterson. There’s a soft whimper from my left, and I can’t help smirking against my glass.
My fingers trail up ‘til I find her smooth skin where the material is cut. I chose this dress for a reason, and this is why. My fingers move deftly over the lace and satin of her panties, stroking her gently, applying pressure to her clit when I feel she needs it.
“I’m glad I can count on you, Levi. Your father was a great man and he’s trained you well,” he informs me, and I nod.
“Thank you. He was a bastard at times,” I tell him as my fingers snake their way under her panties. Her hand grips mine, attempting to tug it away, but she’s not strong enough. I cast a glance over at her while Brent and Gigi decide on dinner. “But he was good at teaching me exactly what is needed to run a successful business.”
“Even though you don’t need the money,” Brent chuckles.
“You’re right,” I agree. I don’t need the money. My father left enough for me to live off until I breathe my final breath.
The slick juices dripping over my fingers cause my cock to throb in time with my heart beat. The thudding is painful, but I don’t stop taunting my little Kismet as she bites her plump lower lip.
“I…I need the restroom,” Kristyn mumbles against me. Her face is flushed, beautiful and rosy. She’s exquisite as she sits on the brink of an orgasm.
“Right now?” I quip, dipping two fingers into her and feeling her pulse wildly around them. Her body is so close. All she needs is one tiny little push and she’ll be freefalling at my touch. Controlling a woman’s orgasm is my drug, and watching Kristyn unravel for me is my addiction.
“Please,” she whimpers when I add a third finger into her sopping little hole. My hand pumps her harder, faster, and her eyes glaze over as her cunt clamps down hard, sucking me into her body as an orgasm rips through her.
One tiny mewl is all I get, and I know she’s perfect. There’s something about a woman coming in public and managing to keep her composure.
“Okay, darling.” I smirk, pulling my fingers from her, and bring them to my mouth to taste her sweetness. They glisten as I devour her flavor.
“Levi, will you be able to help out a friend of mine with a contract as well?” Brent asks as Kristyn races to the ladies’ room. I nod without missing a beat.
“Of course,” I tell him. “The more the merrier. Tell me more.” I lean in, feigning interest. The only thing on my mind is how beautifully my little tease came all over my fingers.
“Perfect. I’ll have him send over his requirements in the morning. He’s one of my oldest friends. A man with more money than God.” Brent chuckles, his arm looping around Gigi’s neck as he tugs her into his hold.
When Kristyn returns, she’s not as flushed, but her eyes still give away the desire swirling throughout her pretty little body.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask, earning a glare.
Tonight will be fun.
Chapter Ten
Kristyn
The dinner is the last thing on my mind. Each time Mr. Masterson asks me a question, I’m jarred because I’m not listening. His date is nothing more than eye candy, but even though she’s dressed provocatively, Levi hasn’t given a second glance.
Each time she speaks, I can feel the frustration emanating from beside me. Levi hasn’t tried to taunt me again, but his hand hasn’t left my thigh either. There’s a possessiveness in his grip, and I welcome it more than I think I should.
“That’s it then.” Brent rises, attempting to button his jacket over a rounding stomach. He’s easily in his early fifties, which begs the question of how Gigi, who looks like she just graduated high school, can be with a man like that. Then I notice his wallet as he tugs it from his slacks. The thick wad of cash is the answer to my inner query.
“It’s been good seeing you again, Brent.” Levi rises, finally releasing my leg from the confines of his large hand.
Brent nods. “And you.” The men shake, and Mr. Masterson’s ogling gaze falls to me once more. “It was a pleasure meeting you, sweetheart.” He offers me a smirk, which I can only respond to with a smile. Words evade me as this man who’s old enough to be my father, or grandfather actually, looks at me like he wants to rip my dress off.
The thought sickens me when he takes my hand in his and plants a kiss on my knuckles. Once he leaves, Levi and I are alone again, and I’m even more aware of him. The wine I gulped has heated my skin and my stomach tumbles in anticipation of what’s to come.
Since it’s only ten o’clock, I know there’s so much more Levi wants to do tonight. He doesn’t have to voice it, but it’s there in his eyes when our gazes lock.
“Sorry it took so long,” he apologizes. There’s a sincerity to him at times, but there is also a calloused harshness where I can see he’s hiding emotion. I understand closing yourself off when you lose someone you love, and it’s clear Levi has done that over the years.
“It’s okay. I can’t believe you did what you did,” I tell him, earning a haughty chuckle. The sound is deep and rumbles low in his chest.
“Why? Didn’t you enjoy it?” he quips. His confidence is stifling at times. He wears it like a cologne. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t want it.