“Because I love you.”“And how did you afford it?” Not that he was unwilling to pay for it. If she put it on his credit card, he was perfectly okay with that. He just wondered.“Myrna paid me. And I got my scholarship back, so I had some extra cash to blow.”He stared at her in disbelief. “You were irresponsible with money for me?”She scowled, that wonderful hair trigger temper of hers exploding. “I wouldn’t call it irrespons—”He cut off her words with a hungry kiss. When she went limp and compliant in his arms, he pulled away and stared into her lovely jade-green eyes. “The best day of my life used to be the day I asked you to marry me onstage in Pittsburgh, but as memorable as that was, today has been even better.”She smiled at him. “It’s not over yet.”“It can’t possibly improve.”“I’ll consider that a challenge.”Oh yes, please do. His c**k stirred in his pants again. Before he could make good use of his excitement, the limo let them out at Fisherman’s Wharf. The crowd buzzed w
He smiled, knowing both his damned dimples were showing, but he was too giddy to care. “I accept your terms, counsel.”She straddled his hips and pulled her dress off over her head. Her naked skin glowed like honey in the final rays of sunset. He covered her br**sts with both hands and her eyes drifted closed in bliss. Dear God, this woman was awesome. His woman. His heart. His Jessica. His.Sed was the happiest man on the planet. Life could not have been more perfect.**************************Within seconds of meeting a man, Aggie could assign him to one of two lists.List A: Men Not Worth My Time.List B: Men I’d Like to Fuck.List A grew in length every hour she worked at the nightclub, Paradise Found. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had landed himself on List B.That might explain why Aggie dropped her bullwhip when he caught her attention. Whoever he was. Potential List B strode across the floor as if he owned the place. He had that stereotypical bad boy look—leather
Aggie returned her attention to the guy at her feet. She didn’t have the same sympathy for men. “I do indulge for a price,” Aggie told him, “but no sex.”“I don’t need sex.”She nodded. He wasn’t new to this. Which made him so much more fun than her usual victims. She had a few regulars who visited her dungeon, but most of her customers were guys visiting Vegas who wanted to explore their darker sides for a night. She never saw most of them again, which suited her just fine. Many dommes preferred regulars, but Aggie would rather turn over a quick buck and avoid growing fond of one of her submissives.Her current interest’s body held tension in every line. When he glanced up at her, the deep emotional pain in his gaze made her belly quiver. Yeah, blondie, you’re exactly the challenge I need right now. “I can work you over, angel, but not here. I’ll slip you my card later, and you can call me. If you’re lucky, I’ll show you my dungeon.”He shuddered, his breath coming out in an excited
Unfortunately, so was Trey.Sed crossed the sidewalk in two strides and bent over Trey. Sed took him by both shoulders, lifted his torso off the ground, and gave him a gentle shake. Out cold, Trey’s head lolled loosely. “Trey? Trey! Trey, open your eyes.” Sed glanced at Eric. “What the f**k happened to him?”“That douche bag whacked him in the back of the head with a ball bat.” Said douche bag was groaning in the middle of the sidewalk. Eric had made a mess of the guy’s face.“What the f**k?” Sed eased Trey down to the sidewalk, dropped to his knees, and put his ear to Trey’s chest. “His heart’s still beating. He’s breathing.”“Well, duh. You didn’t think he was dead, did you? He isn’t even bleeding.”Brian staggered his way back up the sidewalk to join them. He massaged the knuckles of his right hand, his dark brows drawn together in an angry scowl. “Damn it, Eric, why do you always have to start shit?”“It was Sed’s fault. He’s the one who grabbed Jessica off the stage.”Jace’s gaze
“How did you know it was me?” he asked.She lifted the visor of his helmet and stared into his eyes. Her cerulean blue irises stood in shocking contrast to her jet-black hair and porcelain-white skin. “Besides the fact that you’re still wearing the same clothes?”Oh.“It’s the way you carry yourself, angel. The tension in your body. It pulsates off you. How long has it been since you’ve had release?”He knew what she meant. She didn’t mean sexual release. He could have that any time he wanted. She meant how long since he’d gotten what he needed. The release she could give him. “Almost a year.”She pursed her lips with sympathy. “Poor baby. I’ll fix it.” She touched his cheek. “Make it all better.”Ripples of delight snaked along his jaw, down his neck and belly. Grabbed him by the balls. He shuddered. Reached for her. Needing it. Her.She slapped his hand away. “No.”He clenched his hand into a fist and lowered it to his side. He knew she was a domme and used to men taking her orders,
Since Sed’s singing was subpar, he apparently decided additional showmanship could make up for it. He dove into the crowd in the middle of their set’s second song and seemed oblivious to the fact that he missed singing the vast majority of the lyrics, as the crowd passed him hand-over-hand above their heads. If Jace had tried that crazy shit, he’d probably have been tossed on the cement and trampled to death. Security rescued Sed from the writhing crowd, and he eventually made his way back to the stage.“Hell yeah. You crazy muthas know how to rock!” Sed cried into his microphone. “Who’s here to see f**king Exodus End?” He thrust a fist in the air as the crowd erupted into cheers. He cleared his throat. Winced. Turned his volume down to a lower roar. “My throat’s a bit sore tonight. Note to self, do not get into fights in strip clubs the night before a show, no matter how f**king hot the chick is.”The audience cheered Sed’s debauchery. Jace couldn’t help but smile. The more trouble S
“Then strip.”He took off his jeans. It turned out his c**k was something special. Enormous. Beautiful. Thick. And hard as granite. Her pu**y throbbed at the sight of it. Okay, so she was interested, but she couldn’t let him know that.“Do I excite you, Jace?” she asked with a sardonic grin. It had been a long time since she’d wanted to f**k a man. Any man. And she’d never wanted to f**k a client.Until now.“Yes, Mistress.” He gasped. “You make me hard. Punish me.”“Down on your knees.”He hesitated. He didn’t look at her when he said, “No.”“No?”So he wanted to play. She did like a challenge. She rarely got one.“I just want you to hurt me. I don’t want to grovel or be humiliated.” When he tilted his head to look at her, there was defiance in his eyes. Defiance? He wasn’t a submissive? Then why was he here? What in the hell did he need her for?She watched him struggle to repress his defiance and decided that he did want to submit. He just needed more encouragement than most. Her t
“I don’t think so, but fine. If you’re not into this, I’ll go.” He released the second rope and moved to the edge of the room to find his clothes.She didn’t want him to go. His c**k still stood at full attention. She wanted him inside her. Inside Aggie, not Mistress V, but it was Mistress V he wanted. He’d said so himself.Before he could slide into his pants, she took his hand and yanked him toward the bolted door.“You’re not going anywhere until I dress that cut,” she said.He didn’t protest, allowing her to open the door and lead him through the foyer to a second part of her domicile—her private living quarters. She’d never brought a client into her personal home before, but now that their business transaction was over, she wasn’t thinking of him as a client. She tapped a code into the lock’s keypad and pushed open the reinforced door that separated her home from her dungeon.After securing the door behind them, she led Jace to her bedroom and urged him to sit on the edge of her