Barely Breathing(42)

I was with an amazing woman. I was trying to find a way into Brooklyn’s life. I was now one-third owner of one of New York’s hottest, most successful clubs.

It was worth. I saw a shred of worth looking back at me in my reflection. Given that I’d grown up with a dad who took off and never came back and a mom who slept with anything that moved and mostly ignored me, I’d never been told I’d amount to much.

Maybe I would, though.

A knock at my door snapped my trance.

“Yeah?” I called, walking back into my office.

“The champagne you requested, sir,” said Julio, one of my servers. He carried a stainless bucket with a bottle on ice.

“Perfect. On the table’s good,” I said.

He set it on the small table for two I’d had set up in my office. My rooms upstairs were booked so solid that I couldn’t even get one for dinner with Viv. We’d make do in here. All that mattered was that we got to be alone.

“I’ll text you when I’m ready for the first course,” I said. “No interruptions tonight.”

Julio nodded, looking frozen in place. His hands were balled into fists at his sides.

“You okay, man?” I asked.

He swallowed hard before answering. “Yes, sir.”

“You nervous? You’re not like this with customers, are you?”

“No, sir. No, I’m not. I am nervous because I really need this job and . . . you know.”

I cocked a brow in amusement. “No, what?”

“I don’t want to make you mad.”

That should’ve made me feel like shit, but I found it funny.

“Listen, Julio. I’ve got good news for you. My woman’s coming here to celebrate and I’m in a great mood. Nothing’s bringing me down tonight.”

His shoulders dropped slightly with relief. “That’s great.”

“You’re solid, man. Just keep up the good work and you’ve got nothing to worry about, okay?”

He almost smiled and his cheeks reddened slightly. “Thank you, sir. I’ll await your text.”

When he went to the door, I heard a rich, sweet voice greeting him.

“Hi, I’m Viv.”

He paused before answering. “Hello. I’m Julio and I’ll be your server tonight.”

“Okay. Well, nice to meet you, Julio.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Viv walked into my office and closed the door, leaning against it. “He’s scared to death,” she whispered. “Am I scary?”

“No, but apparently I am.” I went to her and brushed a thumb down her jaw line. “Can you believe anyone would be intimidated by me?”

She laughed and slid her hands beneath the bottom of my t-shirt, her soft hands resting on my bare skin. Every touch from her, even an innocuous one, unleashed my sexual desire.

“Do you have any idea how f*cking amazing you make me feel?” I asked, kissing the spot beneath her ear that made her moan.

“Mmm, not half as amazing as you make me feel.” She slid her hands up my back beneath my shirt.

I needed her. Now.

As I moved my hand up her thigh, she let out a soft gasp. She kissed me, her tongue brushing across mine softly. It was all the encouragement I needed. I led her over to my desk, shoving the stack of papers there to the floor.

I spun her around and ran my hand over her round, firm ass. She put her palms on the surface of the desk and I unzipped her skirt, sliding it past her hips and letting it drop to the floor. Her jacket and the silky shirt beneath it were next.

Seeing her bent over my desk in nothing but a red bra and panties had my cock throbbing in my jeans. I unzipped them and took it out, stroking it as I ran a hand over the smooth fabric of Viv’s panties.

She let out another gasp as I lowered her panties to the floor, helped her step out of them and got down on my knees. Her ass was so f*cking beautiful. I grabbed two handfuls of it and ordered her to spread her feet further apart.

When she did it I took in her sweet, luscious scent. I put a finger inside her wet * and she moaned. Then I added another one and she rocked her hips, f*cking my fingers in a rhythm that made my pulse pound.

I withdrew my fingers and she groaned with frustration.

“Lay down,” I demanded. “Get rid of the bra.”

She obeyed and I watched her, overcome with how unbelievably f*cking hot my woman was. Spread out on my desk, her chest moving up and down in anticipation, nipples hard and pink, eyes locked on me as I undressed.

“You want me, babe?” I asked as I pulled a condom from the pocket of my jeans and rolled it on.

“Mmm, yes.”

I slid her ass down to the edge of the desk and took hold of her ankles, keeping them in the air as I thrust my cock deep inside her. It was perfect. I took her hard and fast just like that and she held onto the sides of my desk for support.

I wanted more, but I could feel her * starting to spasm around me. She was about to come hard, and I couldn’t make her wait for it. I gave it to her faster, my balls slapping her ass with every thrust, and her eyes never left mine as she moaned through sealed lips, trying not to be too loud.

As soon as she was done, I squeezed her ankles and came myself, holding back a hard groan. She gave me a half-smile, her eyes sleepy with satisfaction.

I never got enough of her. It was the way I’d felt about coke before prison. Much of life was spent just waiting for my next fix.