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Zuri chuckled. “So does he.”
I pressed my lips together in a slight grimace. “That’s surprising.” I watched for any signs of deceit before laying my cards on the table. “Let’s cut to the chase, Zuri. You know him way better than I do, and frankly, I’m way out of my depth right now, so—”
Zuri tilted her head. “You’re asking for advice?”
“Yes.”
“It’s simple.” Zuri shrugged. “If you want him, then hightail your sexy ass over there and get him.”
“Seems deceptively simple,” I responded with a weighted sigh.
Core was a predator, an alpha, savvy and calculating in everything he did, but it was too fucking late for me to walk away. Our fates had been sealed from the first moment we met.
Core and I were inevitable.
She offered a bemused smile. “Most things worth having are.”
I licked my bottom lip, contemplating my next move while watching Core slice through the Noire crowd. He stopped to speak to several people. A woman boldly touched his arm. He ignored her, making a beeline through the elite crowd and stepping toward the waiting elevator guarded by two men. He said something to one, who eyed me and nodded before Core disappeared inside the closing elevator.
Zuri smiled. “Go on. He’ll be waiting for you up in his VIP suite.”
“What does he like?” I asked bluntly.
Zuri sipped her champagne. “Results.”
CHAPTER 7
Sinthia
With no further words, I placed my glass on the bar and weaved my way across the dance floor. The sultriness of the air was palpable as bodies pressed against each other in unabashed lust and hedonism. Threesomes, women kissing women, men licking and sucking men, nude bodies slick from the heat of the pulsating energy surrounding them—it was sexual indulgence with no judgment.
Continuing my trek, I stood before the two highly visible men stationed by the elevator.
“Hello, Ms. Michaels,” they greeted in unison. One gently ushered me into the elevator, while the other pressed a button on the control panel. “Upstairs is McKay’s VIP suite. Just step out of the elevator. The entire suite is all one level.”
The sound of music was silenced by the closing door. The ride to Core’s suite was short, and the door slid open with a ding. I stepped off the elevator and landed in the opulent area before proceeding farther. I sucked in several deep breaths to calm myself when I saw Core sitting on the edge of a huge desk. His sleeves were rolled up, displaying his well-defined, tattooed forearms. My knees almost buckled from his sheer perfection.
Shit, no man should exude so much sex appeal.
Core was dark, hard, deadly, and absolutely yummy. A strange tingling sensation gripped my body like a vise as I fantasized about Core with his clothes off, my wrists pinned down by his big, powerful hands, and my legs curved around his waist while he fucked me until I blacked out.
God, I can’t wait to see him completely nude.
He widened his long legs, giving me a once-over. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice rumbled.
My body quivered with a desire I’d never felt before. “I’ve been called many things—exotic, hot, sexy—but never beautiful.”
He slowly appraised my body. “Real beauty is quiet. The women I find most beautiful are the ones who aren’t trying.”
My stomach flip-flopped from the deepness of his words. They were both raw and sincere.
Damn, Core is a side of sexy trouble.
“And you in that dress is simply perfection. Now all I can think about is pulling it up and slipping my cock into your wet cunt.”
My mouth dropped open as I took in a harsh breath. The vision of me naked, spread-eagled on his bed, his sexy gray eyes glazed over with lust made my folds warm and moist.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” My breathless response slipped out before I could stop it.
