Page 10 of Required Surrender

I moved through the crowd to the second room, taking a swing by the bar before weaving my way through the tables, nearly satisfied that everything was in order.

I hired and trained several bouncers as well as a man I considered an enforcer, his military background already proving to be useful. Shit didn’t go down in my club. Period.

As I rounded a set of tables, I was struck by the profile of a woman standing with several girls around a large, round table, her long hair shimmering in the pulsing lights. I moved closer, surprised at my intrigue. From afar and over the music, I heard her lilting laugh and my cock immediately twitched.

How long had it been since I’d enjoyed spending time with a woman? Long enough it wasn’t just my body that ached. I walked closer, wanting nothing more than to catch a glimpse of her face.

Why was I so drawn to her in the first place?

The lovely woman lifted her head, her slight intoxication preventing her from recognizing me at first. Then she grabbed the special blackout glasses, laughing as she attempted to slide them on her face, finally peering at me from behind the thick shades. When she lowered her gaze, I noticed her eyes landed on my stained shirt.

Almost immediately she turned away, jerking off the glasses and reaching for her champagne flute. When she almost knocked it over, I moved closer to the table, giving the entire group a nod.

They stared at me with wide eyes, only one of them giving me a hard onceover.

The woman from the coffee shop. My dominating side was in full force as I approached, curious as to her reaction.

“Are you ladies enjoying your evening?” Two of the women pulled away, both staring at me with doe eyes.

“We would if there weren’t so many pigs in the room,” the redhead answered tartly.

“Jesus,” another woman muttered, the pumping music unable to hide the words from either woman.

“I guess I’ll need to check with my bouncers at the door. I certainly wouldn’t want your evening interrupted by unwanted beasts. I’ll have a special bottle of champagne sent to your table in hopes to make amends.” I purposely crowded Coffee Girl’s space, drinking in her perfume as my cock swelled to the point of discomfort. Dressed entirely differently, the emerald dress she’d selected hugged every voluptuous curve, the deep cleavage exposing the soft swell of her breasts.

“That’s very kind of you but not necessary,” a third woman stated.

“Nope. More champagne!” a fourth purred as she tried desperately to cling to the table. I would make certain none of them were driving tonight, calling a limousine if necessary.

“We don’t need anything from you, thank you very much,” Coffee Girl snarled. “We can pay our own way.”

I moved behind her, allowing my breath to skip along the back of her long neck. “I suggest you be a good little girl.” As I trailed a single finger down the curve of her jaw, brushing it slowly across her naked shoulder, she shivered visibly.

Then she tensed, her fingers gripped firmly around the flute. I had the distinct feeling she had plans on tossing the liquid.

Issuing a husky but low growl, I backed away just as she turned around, frustration written all over her face.

But there was a sparkling light in her expression, one that couldn’t be denied.

Desire.

The electricity from earlier in the day crackled again, the moment spun into an intense weave of hunger. I wanted nothing more than to drag her into the darkest part of the club, enjoying teaching her about the necessity of harsh discipline. I chose otherwise. The last thing I needed was to get involved with a guest.

Or anyone else for that matter.

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Lark

“I suggest you be a good little girl.”

His whispered words played several times in my mind, his hot breath still sending trickles of desire into every cell. And his touch had seared my skin, keeping my pulse racing. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, loathing the wetness between my legs.

“Jesus Christ. That man is a force of nature,” Betsy murmured. “If I weren’t getting married, I’d jump all over him.”

The girls laughed while I did everything I could to shake the evocative sensations. Yes, he was a force of nature.

A tornado.

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