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“Guess I’m not that much of a lady, then.” The pace of his strokes was speeding up. I might not have a lot of time. But then I heard what I’d been waiting for to solidify my plan: distant voices down the hall, getting a little louder as they moved closer.

I peeked coyly over at Darius, getting an eyeful of his admittedly impressive cock clenched in his pumping hand. I might have salivated a little, but I held my focus.

“You could come on my ass,” I said, “but wouldn’t you like my mouth even more?”

Darius’s eyes grew heavy-lidded. “You want this, do you? Or maybe you just want to keep your pretty dress clean. Either way, it works for me. Come and get it.”

I crawled over to him, knowing that would turn him on even more. Better if he didn’t think too hard about my momentary obedience.

As I rose up on my knees, his breath caught. He gripped the base of his erection, offering his cock to me. I wrapped my lips around the head, the musky flavor provoking a flash of desire I tuned out. He thrust forward to drive farther into my mouth—

And I chomped down.

I didn’t bitehard. I wasn’t looking to tear his dick right off, as much as he might have deserved it. But I dug my teeth into the sensitive flesh just below the head of his cock firmly enough that he yelped loud enough to wake the dead.

As I yanked back from him—and he heaved himself away from me—a shout of alarm sounded down the hall. Darius swore through his teeth, pained and furious, and stuffed himself back into his pants. Making sure his underlings didn’t find out what’d happened to him was his first priority over payback.

Which gave me time to shoot him a sunny smirk, scramble to my feet, and dash out of the room just before his defenders hustled in.

I jogged back upstairs, deciding I was going to hole up in my bedroom after all—once I’d barricaded the door. Because I didn’t for one second believe that payback wouldn’t be coming. I’d only ensured it’d be delayed for a little while.

I shoved a chair under the doorknob. Then, unable to help myself, I flopped down on my bed, shoved my hand under my skirt, and fingered myself until I was coming with a gasp and doing my best not to fixate on the taste of Darius lingering on my tongue.

TEN

Felix

The new chickwho’d started hanging around the Hell Kickers headquarters was definitely my type. But then, I had a pretty broad type. Give me perky boobs and curvy hips, and not a whole lot else mattered. I’d take ‘em blond or brunette, pale or dark…

As I looked at the tan, raven-haired cutie I’d ambled over to, an image flashed through my mind of bright red hair and lightly freckled skin. I shook it away, restraining a grimace. Fuck, no, Anthea Noble was not invading my head right now. I was done with that cock-tease unless I could get her properly at my mercy.

I leaned against the wall at an angle that showed off the musculature beneath my tailored linen button up and flashed the new chick a grin. “So, you’ve been liking what you see around here?”

She peeked at me through her eyelashes. “Definitely some things. Do you, like, help run things and everything with your dad? That must be pretty exciting.”

I couldn’t remember the last time Dad had actually asked formyadvice. Darius was the commanding one, Lucan was the smart one, and I… I was the guy who actually enjoyed the lifestyle our family had created for ourselves. They knew I’d step up however they needed if they needed me, though.

“Sure,” I said smoothly. “It’s a complicated business, but someone’s got to keep everything chugging along. I do carve out time to relax, of course. Can’t be all work and no play.”

She gave me a coy smile. “That’s good to hear. Which are you up for right now?”

I motioned toward the stairs. “I could give you an insider’s tour of the place. Maybe that’ll include a little of both.”

She giggled her agreement and pranced along beside me as we meandered through the halls. Sooner rather than later, I made sure we ended up in my bedroom. She shed her clothes like they were on fire, and her curves were even perkier naked.

I should have been hard. I should have been ready to plunge right into her and erase the memory of a different woman’s hand on my dick. But even when the chick—whose name I’d either never gotten or not bothered to remember, I realized—bent down with her boobs swaying to swipe her tongue over my cock, it didn’t rise any higher than half-mast.

What the hell was wrong with me? I spun the woman around so her ass was to me, rubbed my partial erection against her butt while I slapped her across one cheek. She was creaming, drenched for me, and my damned cock still wouldn’t stiffen.

I did have a reputation to keep up. No fucking way was I going to let word get around that Felix had gone floppy. I reached into the drawer under my platform bed and got out one of the dildos in my collection of toys that usually came in handy when I was playing with more than one woman at a time.

I didn’t say anything to the chick, couldn’t even tell if she’d realized I’d decided to get her off with silicone instead of flesh. By the time I was done thrusting the thing into her and fondling her with my other hand, she’d sagged with so much pleasure I wasn’t sure she even remembered whoIwas.

Maybe that was okay. I tossed the toy aside for washing and swatted her shoulder. “The tour is over. But I might see you around again.”

“Hmm, I could go for that.”

She did a bit of a reverse strip tease as she tugged her clothes back on, and I pretended to be eating up the show. In the back of my mind, Anthea leaned into me in the coat closet, her hand closing around my shaft…

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