Page 5 of Forbidden Cravings

“China?” Casey asked, her brow arching. Her smile was devious, making her even more attractive.

“Thanks, Mace.”

“Who’s China and why was your dick in her mouth?” Casey walked around the bar and my eyes followed her, spying the tattoo on her back that peeked above her jeans as she reached for a shot glass. My hands wanted to push her pants down and follow the design’s path with my tongue. I looked away quickly, hoping Tyson hadn’t noticed.

“None of your business.” He punched me in the arm, and I glared at him.

She dropped the glass next to mine and motioned for me to pour. She was so close to me, the smell of her perfume tickled my nose, making it difficult to concentrate. I didn’t understand why I was so enamored with this woman or why she was having this effect on me. The feeling left me out of control and I hated it.

I poured her a shot, saying, “She’s a stripper at the club, one your brother enjoys playing with when he’s bored.”

“Seriously? Don’t you guys own that club? That’s completely inappropriate.”

I couldn’t help laughing. “So the fact that she works there bothers you and not that she was giving him a blow job?”

She shrugged, her eyes sparkling with an amber hue. “If that’s what she’s into, but it’s still completely inappropriate.”

“It’s only once in a while,” he groused.

“It’s my club, anyway,” I said. “Besides, she’s kinky, and your brother likes kinky.”

Casey didn’t bat an eye. “And what do you like?”

I almost spit out the sip I’d taken, choking on it instead.

“Yeah, Mace. Tell her what you like,” Tyson urged, completely missing the seduction in her voice and how it reached in and gripped my balls.

“Just a good hard fuck,” I answered, gaining my composure.

“Hard?” she asked with the lift of her eye. “You strike me as the controlling type.”

Good god, she was sending my desire into a frenzy. I took another sip and calmly put my drink down. I wanted to thread my fingers through her hair and jerk her against me before I wrapped my hand around her neck.

“Controlling is a good word for it,” Tyson teased.

“I’m not a dom, fucker,” I growled. Although I had some tendencies that leaned that way.

“Keep telling yourself that, buddy.”

Casey’s mouth had parted, and she seemed flushed. The conversation had gotten both of us hot and all the while Tyson remained oblivious. She took another sip of her scotch, gulping the rest down before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“That’s enough talk for me. I’m beat,” Tyson said. “I’d text China to come back tonight, but she was getting clingy and that’s definitely not something I’m into.”

“No, you just want to tie her up and use her,” I said, flicking my eyes to his.

He gave me a wicked smile. “Damn right I do. I’m turning in. Don’t let my sister drink too much. She might end up with another of those tramp stamps on her ass. You show up with another of those and I’ll burn it off you.”

“I’d like to see you try. I guess I shouldn’t mention the one on my tit?”

Oh, she had a mouth on her, and I was loving it. I wanted to answer that I wouldn’t mind seeing that tattoo, but again, I kept my thought to myself. Tyson would tear me up if he had any inkling of how turned on she was getting me. It would be a bloody fight because we were both strong, but in this case, I didn’t doubt he’d have me black and blue.

“I’m gonna move you home. And you wait until my next meeting with Donelli. What the fuck is he thinking, letting you do that shit? He’s supposed to be watching you.”

“Eh, I went with his daughter for the last one. She got one right here.” She rubbed her finger along her pelvis just before it would have dipped between her legs and my eyes followed, longing to see that finger travel further.

“Bad influence. I’ll be having a talk with him and with her. She’s a piece of work, spoiled brat,” he mumbled as he walked away, leaving me alone with Casey.

There were a few moments of silence where our eyes locked, and the sound of Tyson’s footfalls faded as he made his way to his end of the house.

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