Page 45 of Killer Kiss

Phoenix shifted over to me. “What’s going on?” he asked, shaking his ass for the women in the front row who screamed in delight.

I couldn’t get Ophelia off my mind, and my dick was proof of it. “If I take my jeans off right now this is gonna turn into a sex show real quick. My dick is hard as fuck.”

Phoenix burst into laughter. “Seriously?”

“Seriously!” I grabbed my junk, and the women to the left side of the room let out another raucous cheer.

Phoenix and I both ignored them and kept on dancing.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked. “You take a Viagra or something?”

“No! I swear, it’s all natural. I just…I dunno.”

“You need to get laid.”

I so fucking did. I needed a pretty little brunette with big dark eyes who looked just like Ophe…

No, fuck that. Anyone but that. I scoured the room, searching for a blonde or a redhead. No brunettes.

My gaze landed on a sultry redhead who watched me with lust in her eyes.

That’d do.

I gave her a smug grin, and she sent me a flirtatious smile back.

She was so fucking up for it.

“Go,” Phoenix said, noticing the interaction. “We’re shutting in an hour anyway, so I can handle it until then. Happy to take the tips you would have attracted.”

The relief was nearly instant at the thought of taking care of the problem that had plagued me all night, ever since Ophelia had walked out in a huff. My fucking dick just got harder every time I thought about her.

I clapped Phoenix on the shoulder and thanked him.

“Just don’t do it here,” Phoenix reminded me. “Eve will be pissed if you break her rules.”

I groaned, really just wanting this to be over and done with, but he was right. I’d never broken Eve’s rules before, and I wasn’t about to start now.

I sauntered to the redhead’s table, leaned down, and whispered my proposal in her ear.

She was on her feet, saying goodbye to her friends, her fingers threaded between mine before I’d even completed the sentence. We were out in my car and then driving back to my house in minutes.

I didn’t even ask her name. I didn’t want to know it, and she seemed to feel much the same way. She stroked her fingers up and down my thigh, each pass inching closer to my aching dick.

Yet when she got there, I pulled her hands away and pushed them back toward her.

“You don’t like it?” she asked with a pout.

I had no idea why I’d stopped her, but an excuse tumbled out of my mouth. “Can’t concentrate on the road if you’re touching me. Touch yourself. Get yourself wet for me.”

She let out a little moan and slipped her fingers beneath the hem of her short skirt and hiked it up even farther, flashing me silky black panties. She moved them aside, showing off her hair-free mound before her fingers dove between her lips to rub her clit.

My dick reacted in exactly the way I expected it would, stiffening even further, and yet my brain kept blinding me with images and questions about Ophelia. Would she have gotten into the car and let me drive her back to my place tonight if I’d asked her? Would she have sat right there in that seat and fingered herself while I watched?

I groaned, and the woman on the seat beside me let out a sultry laugh. “Are we nearly there, baby? I need you inside me.”

I cringed at her calling me baby. Bit back the bile at the pet name from a woman I didn’t give a shit about. Thank fuck we were actually nearly there. I needed to get this over and done with as quickly as humanly possible, while still making it worth five hundred bucks for her.

I turned into my driveway and got out, avoiding the woman’s outstretched hand under the guise of trying to get my house key out. I unlocked the door, glancing over my shoulder as a sleek black Porsche rolled past.

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