Page 42 of King of Clubs

Unable to refrain, I reached behind and gripped his hair as I unabashedly rode his hand, and in the quiet confines of his office, my orgasm barrelled forward with a scream.

“Fuckkkk!” The exuberance sizzled through my bloodstream as his lips nipped and bit while I embraced the momentum of the aftermath. The admiration he showered me with, the obvious restraint in his voice while he governed my body was the hottest experience of my life. Who effing knew someone could do that with only their hands and a gravelly aroused voice.

“That was hot,” I panted, my breathing still heavy, my body still twitching from my release.

Slowly removing his fingers he came and stood in front of me. His eyes were pure fire and my cheeks felt warm, flushed with a post-orgasmic flush for the ages because I never knew it could be like that and I wanted that again. Now.

“The hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” his husky agreement exemplifying the truth in his words. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he sucked his fingers clean.

Good lord. If it were possible, I just witnessed the immaculate conception if it were a sight.

My eyes widened at how bold he was and I longed to give him the same pleasure – to show him I wanted more. I reached for his belt, not entirely sure what I was going to do but knowing I wanted to try. As if he knew my thoughts before I did, he entwined our fingers, halting any plans I had of turning the tables, and brushed a soft kiss to my temple.

I was perplexed. Baffled that there was no rush for me to reciprocate. No guilt that it had thus far been all about me.

I’d thought about him everyday since we met and now I wanted him with a ferocity I never knew possible. His eyes moved to my lips and I took a shaky breath, hoping, but not moving. Why I was scared to kiss him when he’d literally just sucked my juices from his fingers, was beyond me but I was suddenly shy.

My gaze flickered around his face, my body encouraging me forward and just as I was about to cover his lips with my own, he rushed me.

He tasted like whiskey and sex – my new favourite flavour combination.

I was butter in his hands and if he hadn’t been holding my hip with his other hand, I was certain my knees would have buckled from the pleasure that licked its way up my spine.

A groan vibrated through his chest and into my own, sending a shiver down my body as I sank into him. Our tongues battling as the pure passion within the kiss exploded into the space around us.

I couldn’t get enough. I’d let him touch me and bring me to release before I even let him kiss me tonight and the unexpected surprise of this cemented it as a contender for most memorable moment in the life of Marlee.

With one hand in my hair and the other rubbing my back, he niggled his way into my entire body. My mind was a concoction of conflicting emotions but one thing I knew above all else was that this sexy club owner, with his darkly mysterious eyes and god damn enigmatic scent, had destroyed me for anyone else.

Sebastian

Chapter Fifteen

Shewasextraordinary.Hertaste the only thing I needed to survive.

The remnants of passion fruit from her drink swirled with the vanilla from her lips to create a fucking wet dream in my mouth and remembering how she felt against my tongue did not do justice to the reality.

I wanted to take my time, pepper her mouth with languid strokes while I basked in the sounds she made as my fingers trailed her skin. I’d wanted to map every inch of her body while the world continued to move below, but she made it difficult to do anything other than take. I lost all sense of control when I was within her vicinity and any self-imposed rules of no fraternisation between employees and patrons, was quickly forgotten.

Her hands gently tugging at my hair elicited a groan from somewhere deep in my soul. I’d stupidly thought if I tasted her that one time at Andy’s house, I would be able to walk away. Forget whatever ridiculous fascination this was; however, the craving had only edged deeper, obfuscating every crevice of my being until she was my first and last thought each day. And now with her body pressed against me and her hands holding me as if she needed me to survive, I was intoxicated, any chaos in the world evaporating.

A sharp knock, followed by the distinct sound of the doorknob broke through the bubble we'd unknowingly escaped within. Marlee stilled, breaking our kiss and looking at me with wide eyes as I shielded her from whoever the fuck was entering my office.

Wayne faltered, the abrupt slam of glass in the crate in his hands the only sign of his shock at what he stumbled upon. Clearing his throat, he averted his eyes to hide an obvious grin.

Prick.

“Sorry to interrupt, boss, but you should probably know Cooper is about two or so minutes from coming up here depending on how long those boys keep him,” he placed the crate on my desk, indicating the whiskey Coop brought. The second his back was turned, I used my foot to cover Marlee’s panties on the floor and dragged them out of sight.

“Thanks,” Arsehole was going to have a field day asking me about this later. She was holding onto the back of my shirt, having pulled it taut and I reached back and placed a hand on her leg reassuringly.

“No worries, boss,” Wayne said, stepping forward to grasp the door handle, “Marlee.” He acknowledged her presence while flicking me the briefest smirk before closing the door on his way out. Fucker did that more for my embarrassment than hers and when I turned around her soft cheeks were an adorable pink, our stolen moment shattered.

Pulling her into my chest I placed a kiss on the top of her head, feeling her relax, before she gently stepped out of my hold and bent down to reclaim her undergarments.

“Should probably put these back on,” she avoided meeting my eyes and over her shoulder I saw my idiotic best mate heading straight for the stairs that led to the office. “So do you know Cooper through Andy?” She asked, pulling her skirt down and quickly adjusting her top. Other than the slight flush of her cheeks and the lipstick that was no longer on her lips, but possibly on mine, she appeared as she did when she entered. Her pleasure which still coated my hand, was the only other reminder she moaned my name not even five minutes ago.

“Cooper is –” I began, before I was interrupted by the impeccably timed fool himself.

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