Page 88 of Reaper Flame

I slid upward, then stopped, letting him fall out of me. Anger flashed over his face.

“What’s wrong?” I batted my eyelashes as I climbed off his lap, trying to stand up straight despite my shaky knees. I perched my ass on the desk in front of him and spread my legs to give him a good view. Zander watched, entranced, as I slid my hand down my front until my fingers stroked my wetness. I maintained eye contact with him as I stroked my clit and arched an eyebrow. “I thought you had a call to make?”

I moaned, sliding two fingers inside myself. I wasn’t only teasing Zander but myself. It felt good, but damn! I missed his beautiful nine incher… how much more of my teasing could he take?

Watching my fingers glide in and out made him see red. He grabbed my knees and pushed my thighs wider apart, then stood up. A drop of pre cum glistened from the tip of his erection, chasing the pleasure I denied.

“The call can wait,” he said, angling his cock and thrusting into my pussy with purpose.

“Fuck!” I cried out as he pounded into me and gave me what we both craved. I wrapped my legs around his middle and threw my head back as he fucked a toe-curling orgasm out of me.

A flood of my wetness coated his cock, and Zander groaned. “Fuck, little one… if I keep going like this, I’ll—”

“Come for me, Zander,” I ordered, digging my nails into his ass cheeks. He wasn’t the only one who could leave his mark.

He’d once made me come on demand. It was his turn now. Zander didn’t hesitate. His body shuddered, and he grunted as he filled me. His shoulders shook from the release, and it gave me a proud sense of satisfaction to know the power of my words.

“See?” I whispered into his ear. “I told you I’d make it quick.”

NINETEEN

“Someone looks pleased with themselves,” Rocky said, grinning knowingly as Zander and I returned to the bustling club to sit with him at the bar.

Were we giving off a post-sex glow other people could see?

“We’re fine,” I said stubbornly.

“A gentleman never tells, right?” Rocky joked, nudging Zander in the ribs.

He was too busy to pay any attention to Rocky kidding around. Zander scanned the crowd. Mieko had just finished a performance on the main stage and climbed off the pole to meet Vixen. The two of them came over to join us.

“Did you see her?” Vixen gushed. “Wasn’t she great?”

Mieko shrugged like it was nothing, but her eyes lit up at the compliment. They launched into a new conversation about the best songs to strip to, while Zander stayed quiet. Suddenly, he tensed at my side.

“Why has West brought a kid in here?” Zander growled, nudging his head towards The Hulk standing near the entrance.

“It could shut us down,” Vixen said, already springing into action. “If it’s one of our runners, they know not to come when we’re open...”

She was over to West in a flash. We watched as she argued with him, but West didn’t relent. His firm hand stayed on the kid’s shoulder. What was he thinking? The kid mustn’t be older than fourteen and clutched a large box to his chest as if his life depended on it. The boy struggled to balance the package in his arms as West steered him through the club and into the back, nudging his head at us as he went.

“My office,” Zander said. His lips pressed into a grim line. “All of us. Now.”

He stormed after West like a demon ready to suck his life away as Rocky, Vixen, Mieko and I followed, shouldering past any customer who stood in our path.

“What’s going on?” Zander turned on West as soon as we were inside.

“The kid has a delivery to make,” West replied, then looked down at the boy. “Tell them what you told me.”

The kid’s face turned white, like he was about to throw up. “A strange man came to Bayside. He had a package he wanted one of us to deliver. He said I had to deliver it...” He pointed at me. “... toherpersonally.”

“How much did he pay you to drop this off?” West pressed.

“A hundred dollars,” the kid replied with a sense of pride. That was big bucks when you were low on cash. “He picked me out of all the others at the Heights because I had a bike.”

“I’ll take it from here,” I said, taking the parcel from his shaking hands. His shoulders slackened in relief in the knowledge that he delivered it safely. It would have taken two hours to cycle it over from the edge of town. My stomach sank as I read the label attached to the parcel: ‘For my Kitten’. I turned to the child, still oblivious to the potential danger he’d brought to our door. “It’s time you get outta here, kid.”

West handed him a business card. “Call me if the guy comes back to Bayside again, yeah? I’ll give you two hundred dollars. A car is waiting outside to drive you home.”

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