Page 20 of Levi
CHAPTER5
Levi
Wild Strawberry ismy perfect match.
What are the odds?
Dark Compulsion tends to attract some of the most beautiful women in LA. Members and guests are usually highly desirable, so attraction is rarely an issue. Everything is compounded when it comes to Wild Strawberry. The second I laid eyes on the blonde with the mesmerizing hazel green eyes, I wanted her with every fiber of my being.
I can’t explain it.
Given our luck tonight, it’s like we were fated.
That said, I didn’t expect things to go from hello, to me licking her juices off my fingers after making her come. It’s a kinky party and all, but I usually show more restraint than my buddies.
Fuck, that was damn hot.
I adjust my cock. I’m so turned on the fucker is hard as steel.
Eager to kick things up a notch––or twenty––I strut across the floor, scanning the room to locate my buddies. Beckett and Jace are nowhere to be seen, but a woman on her knees with jet black hair is worshiping Rod’s cock.
He grins at me.
I grin back and exit the main party room.
I don’t bother scanning my card. I know exactly where I’m going. I bypass the elevators and the queue of people waiting, preferring to take the stairs two by two up to the third floor. I stroll down the hallway until I reach our room. I scan the card and push open the door. The heels of my expensive Italian shoes clank against the hardwood floor as I make my way from the foyer to the bedroom.
A satisfied grin stretches my lips at the inviting sight I’m unlikely to forget anytime soon.
Damn.
My cock twitches in my pants.
My eyes shift from Wild Strawberry’s discarded cobalt blue dress and black lacy lingerie on the chaise to her body. Her form-fitted dress hinted at all the wonderful things going on beneath it, but seeing it in the flesh leaves me speechless.
She’s a knockout—in and out of clothes.
I take my time to appreciate all of her.
She obeyed me like a docile little lamb.
She’s waiting, naked, blindfolded, her long hair falling behind her back, her hands clasped together on her lap.
Fucking perfect.
Slowly, I remove my suit jacket and place it next to her dress before toeing off my shoes and removing my socks. As I stride to her, I free my black shirt from the confinement of my pants.
“It’s you,” she says in a breathy voice as I sit next to her. “I recognize your expensive cologne.”
I lean into her and whisper in her ear, “You were paying attention.”
This close and without any other distractions, the lovely scent of her delicate perfume tickles my nostrils.
“How could I not? Everything about you is hard to forget.”
“I like you, Wild Strawberry.”
“Ditto,” she echoes. “You have some weird effect over me,” she adds.
