Page 11 of Dangerous Attraction

“Sure thing.” Carlisle beamed with excitement.

I watched as he walked over to her at the opposite end of the bar. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. Julie peeked around him, catching my eye, and smiled. Tipping my head, I slid from my stool and downed the remaining amber liquid before cutting through the crowd toward my private elevator.

I barely made it to the hallway when a scantily dressed woman stepped into my path. Her manicured hand rested on my chest, halting my steps.

“Where are you going all alone?” she whispered in a seductive voice.

“Home.”

“Aww.” She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. “That’s a shame. I was watching you at the bar and was hoping you’d notice me.”

Glancing her over, I rolled my eyes. “Sorry. I was wrapped up in business.”

“Wouldn’t you rather be wrapped up in me?” Her hand slid down the rippled muscles of my chest hidden beneath my shirt and rested at the top of my belt.

Taking another look at her, I noticed she was quite beautiful. Her long brown hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and she was wearing a tube style dress that barely covered her tits or ass. While she was hot, she didn’t get my body humming like the woman I just tucked into my car and sent away—a woman who was completely off limits.

“Is that so? Do you usually proposition men you don’t know?” I wasn’t about to get twisted up with a hooker, not when I could get pussy for free.

“No. I know who you are, Mr. Anastasi, and something about you has my panties soaked.” She grabbed my hand and slid it between her legs.

True to her word, she was dripping wet. The thong she had on was soaked with desire. Rubbing my fingers across the lace drew a gasp from her lips. Maybe this was the distraction I needed to push Madison from my mind. I didn’t need the trouble of fucking an employee—even if my body wanted her.

Gripping her wrist in my hand, I tugged her against my chest, my fingers still covering her pussy. “Think you can handle what I need?”

“I can take it,” she panted as she ground her body against mine.

Pulling my hand from beneath her dress, I tugged her back toward the dance floor.

“I thought we were going to your place?”

“I’ve got something better in mind. Wait here.” I commanded, leaving her standing by the bank of elevators. One would take us to Fantasia, but looking at this girl, I knew she wasn’t ready for that level of kink. Chatting with Carlisle, I confirmed one of the rooms in back was vacant.

“We’re going to a private room. You sure you want this?”

She leaned in and covered my cock with her hand, squeezing it through the fabric of my pants. “Yes.” She smiled up from beneath her lashes, her eyes hooded with lust.

Pressing her against the wall, I growled my need. “Strip your dress off.” There was suddenly an intense need to relieve the pressure building inside my dick.

“Here?” She looked down the hallway toward the mass of people on the dance floor.

“No one cares. I thought you said you could handle what I needed?” I cocked an eyebrow at her.

Hooking her fingers in the stretchy fabric, she slid her dress down below her tits. Her voluptuous breast popped out to show how her nipples were already hard with need. Her dress was bunched around her middle, exposing her lace thong. I stepped around her and started toward the private rooms, forcing her to walk through the empty hall nearly naked. It was cruel, but I had to remain in control. This was just sex for me, and she needed to remember she was a means to an end—nothing more.

She started to tug her dress back up, but I grabbed the material and shoved it back down.

“Don’t cover yourself. Let them see who I’m about to fuck.”

She stood tall as she walked through the corridor, not flinching as several men glanced her way before realizing she was with me. They nodded their heads in approval as I grabbed her hand and pushed her inside the empty room. Slamming the door shut, I clicked the lock to ensure our privacy.

“I’m in control.” Slipping off my jacket, I slowly rolled my sleeves as I stepped closer to her. “Do you understand?” She nodded her head. “I need words.”

She bit her lip and grinned. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good. Get on your knees and take out my cock.”

She slid to the floor and slowly opened my pants. Her fingers grazed my erection as she lowered the zipper. Her body shuddered when she realized I was not your average guy. I was proud of my dick—all ten inches—and had earned a reputation for it among the ladies. Slipping her hand into my boxers, she tugged my length out.

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