Page 20 of Rebel

“I’m sure my ears are deceiving me, because you told me earlier today in no uncertain terms that co-workers shouldn’t socialize.”

She took a step closer, putting herself within grabbing distance of my greedy hands. And the temptation to reach out and bring her closer was almost irresistible. “I thought you were the expert on one night stands and here you are, trying to dissuade me from wanting one with you. What’s that about?”

“You been drinking Lacey?” That would explain this recent about-turn on the issue of us hooking up. I frowned. Yeah, that was definitely it.

Her hands landed on her curvy hips, and she huffed out an exasperated breath. “I stopped drinking hours ago, but I can start again if drunk women are your kink.”

“Aren’t you gonna do a little dance for me like the other girl?”

“You should be ashamed of yourself for not even remembering her name. I’m beginning to think us women are all interchangeable for you.”

Dark glee sparked in my mind. “And that bothers you, doesn’t it? A man not thinking you’re a special, unique snowflake that should be cherished and protected?”

Her chin came up and her eyes glittered with annoyance, but also with hot interest. “Just because I like being the queen bee doesn’t mean I see all men as worker bees.”

“You don’t say?” Reaching out, I gave into the overwhelming need to have her all soft and compliant in my arms. I tugged her forward and she came without complaint, climbing right into my lap face first. I tangled one hand in her hair and pulled her head back until I could look into her eyes. “Maybe I’m one of those special worker bees that services the queen. Did you ever think of that?”

Instead of arguing with me, her expression turned needy. “This queen definitely needs servicing. The only real question is if you’re up for the job?”

I loved the challenge in her tone. It turned me on. In fact everything about Lacey excited me. Holding her head firmly in place I plundered her mouth like a man long starved of the sweetest affection to be had from a good woman. Lacey was made of all the things that thrilled the fuck out of me.

Unlike the club girls, Lacey didn’t want me for my cut. I was beginning to think maybe she didn’t even want to ride my cock to ensure I kept making money for her. If I was being honest, it had occurred to me that our lives could fit seamlessly together long-term both professionally and relationship wise.

I got lost in the fantasy of having her in life and in my bed forever, as my free hand slid up her inner thigh to find her panties soaked for me. As our tongues tangled, my thumb skimmed over her swollen clit, causing her to groan into our kiss. The last thing I wanted to do was stop, but I had to.

I gave her ass a playful slap, “Look, if you really want me, it’s not gonna be tonight. Our first time should be special, not in sex club where other people can see.”

Disappointment swamped her expression. “You don’t want me?”

I grabbed her hand and pushed it onto my hard-on. Crude I know, but my cock was so hard it was practically bursting its way through the zipper on my jeans. “Hell the fuck yeah, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted a woman before.”

“I don’t understand,” she murmured as she glanced down at my lips again.

“Here’s what I’m offering. I can take you to my room upstairs. We’ll fool around and I’ll give you lots of orgasms, but the cock riding should be something special.”

I watched her fight to keep the smile off her face. “I think sex with you would be special because it’s with you.”

“Fucking hell, do not do that to me, woman.”

“Do what?” she said as she slowly licked her lips.

On one move I stood up and scooped her into my arms, grumbling under my breath, “Make a man feel special enough to start falling in love, why don’t ya.”

When she laughed, my tipsy brain reminded me that it was supposed to be an inside thought, not an outside thought. “You sure about this?” I asked.

“Totally,” she answered.

“Well then, who am I to disappoint a lady?” With that, I carried her up the stairs, through our regular bar, to the part of the clubhouse where our rooms are. As a prospect I’d had a room I stayed at on the weekends, it was basic but clean. I managed to get the door opened while still keeping a hold of Lacey, thoughonce we were in the room I staggered and dropped her onto the bed.

“You sure you’re not too intoxicated to make a clear-headed decision about giving me orgasms, Mr. Ross?”

My head jerked down, and I found myself gaping at her softly spoken question. It was cute that she was trying to be funny by calling me by my last name like I demanded she do during our argument at the office.

“You can call me by my new club name from now on. It’s Rebel.”

Her expression lit up and I knew she was going to come off with a smart ass comment before the words even left her mouth. “I can see why you got tagged with that club name. Your personality is extremely rebellious at times.”

“Yeah, old habits die hard,” I muttered.

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