Page 70 of Sexy Dirty Fun

We went into the small sitting room near the front door. “I know. I feel like this is it. If it doesn’t do well, our little record label is going to tank.” He poured himself a small glass of scotch from a nearby table. He knew better than to offer me some.

We made some more small talk and he checked his watch. “Tracy!” He yelled toward the stairs. “We have to go!” He walked over to the window. “The car is here!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” She called back. A few seconds later, she came down the stairs.

I whistled when I saw her. She was wearing a tight black sundress that hugged every curve and left little to the imagination. “Looking good, Tracy. How about you and I sneak off away from your husband for a quickie?” I winked at her and she laughed.

“Funny,” Diesel glared at me. He knew he had nothing to worry about with me and Tracy but he was a possessive man and I loved to tease him. I couldn’t blame him; he had a hot and sexy wife. He was a lucky man.

“Let’s go,” he growled and took her hand. She laughed and squeezed his arm.

We went out to the car waiting for us and the driver opened the door. We piled in and for a second I felt a little like a fifth wheel. Diesel and Tracy were great at including me in things and I was grateful, but sometimes I wished I had my own woman sitting next to me.

We made small talk in the car, speculating on who might be there. Tracy had invited all of LA with all of her contacts. It should be one hell of a party.

“Oh, I forgot,” she said. “Guess what I found out?”

“What?” Diesel said absentmindedly, his hand on her knee as he looked out the window of the car.

“Lindsey’s back in town,” she said breathlessly and smiled at me.

“For the party?” I asked.

“No,” she shook her head. “Well, maybe Rolling Stone will have sent her. I don’t know. She actually moved back to town about four weeks ago, I guess.”

“She’s living here again?” I asked, making sure I heard her right.

“Yes. And before you ask, I’m pretty sure she’s alone. No boyfriend.”

I smiled and turned my head to look out the window. A flurry of thoughts and emotions went through my head. The last time I saw Lindsey, it didn’t go so well. From the way she kissed me back though, there was no denying she wanted me too. She told me to leave her alone but she had a boyfriend. Now she didn’t and she was back in town. Did I dare go for it?

“You should call her,” Tracy said as if she could hear the war that was raging in my head. “Or better yet, maybe she’ll be there tonight.”

“I hope so,” I said softly.

The car pulled up to the club the party was at and we got out. The paparazzi was in full force. After stopping for a few pictures alone and with Diesel, I signed some autographs. It blew me away that people still wanted me to sign their old Hookers and Hand Grenade stuff.

We headed inside and got a drink. I scanned the crowd but didn’t see Lindsey anywhere. As I made the rounds talking to people, I kept glancing towards the door. My disappointment grew as the night wore on and I didn’t see her.

The three of us were sitting down at a table and I took out my phone to call her when Diesel smacked my arm. “There she is,” he said excitedly.

I looked up and looked around. “Where?” I finally noticed her standing by the bar. She was alone and drinking a glass of champagne. She had on a small black leather skirt and those damn boots. She was also wearing a black strapless shirt that barely held her breasts in. Her hair was back in a high ponytail and she had on a pair of hoop earrings. Every guy around her was checking her out. Fuck that, she was my woman.

I put my phone back in my pocket and made my way for the bar. Her back was to me when I approached but I caught the smell of her perfume and I was instantly hard. I walked up so I was right behind her, my body against hers. “Lindsey,” I said, my voice barely a whisper in her ear.

She froze against me but didn’t turn around. “Cane,” she said softly.

My original plan had been to talk to her. I was going to ask her somewhere quieter and more private so we could discuss us. Now that I was this close to her and she was wearing that damn outfit, I wanted to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and take her back to my place to fuck her.

“Come with me,” I said, my lips on her ear. I held my breath, waiting for her response. This could either go really well or she could tell me to get fucked.

She nodded slightly and my dick throbbed. I took her hand and we weaved out of the crowd to the door. Our driver was waiting there. I gave him the address to my place and made arrangements for him to come back to get Diesel and Tracy after he dropped us off at my place.

He opened the door and we got inside. I sat down and pulled her down next to me. I looked over at her and could see her chest moving with her rapid breathing. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes wide and bright. There was no mistaking it; she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

“Cane,” she whispered and I lunged for her. I held her face in my hands and my lips moved over hers. Our lips crushed together, teeth clinking together. She whimpered when I left her mouth and kissed my way down her neck, licking and sucking. My hand was on her thigh and I moved it up under her skirt. I cupped her hot sex with my hand, groaning into her neck when I felt how wet she was for me already.

“I need you, Lindsey,” I mumbled into her neck.

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