The VIP Room(151)

His tongue explores every nook of my mouth. I dig my hands into the soft fabric of his shirt until I can feel the hard contours of his muscles.

Desire overwhelms me. I've never wanted anyone this much. I never even knew you could want someone this much.

He tugs at my dress, but he's pulling it back on, back over my shoulder.

My head is spinning. He's not... but he... he can't stop now, not when I feel so damn exhilarated.

"It's late," he says.

I blink a few times, but he's still staring at me with that same impenetrable look on his face. "What else?" I ask. "Besides food, coffee, and clothing?"

"You'll come when you're with me, Kat. I'll make sure of it."

"But not tonight?"

"Not yet." He shifts off the couch. "I'll walk you out."

"I can walk myself."

I reach for my coat, but Blake is already holding it. He helps me into it.

His fingers brush against my neck, soft and light. Heat floods my body. It's everywhere. I can barely stand it. But not tonight, apparently. Not yet.

Patience is supposed to be a virtue. I've never hated virtue so damn much.

I squeeze my purse tightly. I'm about to sign my freedom away in exchange for my sister's future. For our future. A little sexual frustration is the least of my concerns.

Blake walks me to the elevator. He waves his key card in front of the door. "I'll have one made for you."

"Sure."

"Jordan will take you home. If you need anything, call."

"I'll be fine."

His stare is intense. "Anything."

That same flutter collects inside me. He can't mean sex. He just sent me out of his office with my dress falling off my shoulders.

I clear my throat. Blake is a mystery I'm not going to solve. My best hope is enjoying the ride.

I step into the elevator. "Goodnight."

He nods.

The doors slide closed, and I finally exhale. Almost home. It's a quick ride to the ground floor. As promised, the limo is waiting out front.

Inside, I check the mini bar for something that will ease the tension. But this isn't the kind of problem a drink solves.

The door closes. Jordan speaks into his earpiece. "Understood, sir." The partition rolls up with a quiet whir.

I'm as good as alone.

My phone rings in my purse. Blake. What the hell?

I answer. "Hello."

"I said anything, Kat."

"I was there."

"You want something."

My heart races. Of course I want something. He's not an idiot. "Yes."

"So ask for it."

Heat rushes through me, collecting between my legs. "I..."

"Take off your underwear. I want to hear you come."





Chapter 3





My cheeks flush, but this time the alcohol isn't the blame. The limo is private enough, but I can't touch myself here. Not with Blake on the other line.

"Kat?" It's a command more than a question.

"I can't."

"You want to come?"

I inhale and exhale slowly. "Yes."

"Put the phone on speaker."

I do.

"Open your legs."

I squeeze my knees together reflexively. My body is so keyed up. It wants nothing more than to go along with this. To release some of the tension Blake built inside me.

"Kat." Another command.

"Okay." I spread my legs a few inches.

"What would you want me to do if I was there?"

Deep breath. All sorts of delicious images flash through my mind. Blake ripping off his shirt and tie. Blake throwing me on that couch and pushing my dress to my waist. His hands on my chest and my ass and between my legs.

"Everything," I say.

"Take off your panties."

"How do you know I haven't?"

He doesn't waver. "Now."

I drag my fingertips up my hips as if it was Blake touching me. That same heat rushes through my body. If only he were here. If only he were really touching me.

Ass up, I shimmy out of my panties. Once they're at my knees, I kick them to the floor.

The only sound is Blake's breath in the speaker. It's steady. Patient.

"Off," I say.

"Now the bra."

I push my dress straps off my shoulders and roll it down my chest. It would be easier to take the whole thing off, but that would make exiting quickly a whole lot more complicated.

"Now," he breathes.

I unhook my bra and slide it off my shoulders. The cool air hits my skin, and I let out a much too loud gasp. All of a sudden, I feel entirely naked. He's somewhere else, in all his clothes, with all his money and all his power. And I'm in his limo submitting to his requests.

"Good." His voice gets heavier. "Play with your nipples."

I'd sound like an idiot if I asked him how, but how? It's not like I regularly play with nipples. I squeeze my eyes closed and imagine Blake here, Blake touching me the way he touched me in the office. I drag my thumbs over my nipples. It's nothing compared to him, but it's enough to send pangs of want to my sex.