Page 60 of Dancing With Distraction

I slide the silk slip up her body and run my finger through her folds, causing her to buck from the bed. She’s soaking, and as I lean closer, I inhale the scent of her arousal. I gently blow against her swollen clit and the vibration from her groans rubs against my cock. “Stay very still and relax your throat.” I place my hands under her backside and angle her so her pussy is in line with my mouth. I bury my face between her legs, savouring the taste of her while fucking her mouth. Minutes later, I still, growling through my release.

Tori watches as I fasten my shirt. “Can I invite Marshall inside, so I don’t get bored?”

I snigger, as it’s not the first time she’s asked this. “Do you fancy Marshall?” I ask. She grins, and I swoop down, pressing my lips to hers before warning, “Be careful. Your answer might get a man killed.”

She giggles and the sound is music to my ears, because ever since things with Marcus, she’s been a little quieter than usual, despite my attempts to distract her with sex and food. “You can’t kill every man I fancy.”

I arch a brow. “So, you do fancy him?”

“No,” she says, laughing harder, “I just feel sorry for him hanging around outside while I’m here alone.”

I swat her arse, and she yelps. “It’s your lucky night because he’s coming to the bar with me tonight.”

She pushes to sit up. “Really?”

“You’re safe here. Keep the door locked and I’ll tell security downstairs on the desk not to let anyone up. Plus, I have the cameras,” I remind her.

She sighs. “Um . . . and what will I do all evening while you’re flirting at the bar?”

I kiss her again, and this time, she takes my tie in her hands, holding me close. I smile. “Rest. Relax. Get some sleep?”

She pouts. “Sounds boring.”

“Look at university courses for fashion designers. My laptop is in the living room.”

She flops back on the bed, and I run my eyes over her naked body, groaning when my cock stirs again. She smirks, knowing full well what she’s doing to me. “I could look for a new job,” she says, sighing.

“No need. We already talked about it, and today was a sign. Look at courses, my krasota.”

She rolls her eyes. “Can’t I come to the club?”

I shake my head. I’m sure Vivian will be hanging around and I don’t need Victoria upset when she’s already so delicate. “I’ll be busy, and you’ll get bored.” I kiss her one last time. “I’ll call you later.”

By the time I get to Kat’s, the place is heaving. Marshall directs me over to the VIP area, where Liam Guilford is waiting for me. I’ve been trying to meet with him for weeks, needing him to deal with me instead of Ronnie.

We shake hands and take our seats. “Nice place you’ve got here,” he tells me.

“You finally got my message?”

“I was unsure of your intentions, but I’ve been hearing good things,” he says. “Many of my business partners are impressed with how you run things, and I have to say, the exchanges at drop-off points have been much smoother.” I relax, knowing if this man is on board, I’m home and dry, despite my father’s warning.

“That’s good to hear. Have you considered my proposal?”

He nods. “I have. It’s a good deal. I’d be crazy not to accept.”

I give a satisfied nod and shake his hand before motioning for the barman to bring over a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He’s setting them down when I spot Vivian heading towards the VIP area.

Darren intercepts her, keeping the rope closed but looking over at me for permission. “Excuse me,” I tell Liam. “I’ll be right back.”

Vivian looks furious as I join her. “So, now I’m not allowed into the VIP section?”

“We’re not together,” I remind her.

“There’s still a lot to discuss,” she snaps.

I roll my eyes and take her upper arm, shoving her towards the office. Once inside, I slam the door. “You can’t keep calling me or showing up here.”

“You don’t get to just walk away,” she screams. “And now you’re trying to steal my father’s business?”

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