Page 36 of Wicked Attraction

So Lucky Lopez was my headache. For now.

A knock sounded on the door, brisk and hard enough to be heard over three levels of music. I glanced at the clock and sighed. It was half-past midnight, which meant it could be anyone on the other side of that door. Chances were slim I wanted to deal with any of them.

“Come in.” I sat back with a sigh, arms folded to let the intruder know they weren’t welcome.

The door opened, and the sight of Addison Beck shocked the shit out of me. She had become a regular at the club, hoping to get information on me, my mother, and my business any way she could. It was her appearance that left me stunned.

Instead of her usual boxy black, gray, or blue suit, she wore jeans that showed off the fact that she was fit. Fit as fuck with lean muscular legs and a tight, round ass.

In addition, she wore a lace top that highlighted her breasts and her trim waist. Her tits pushed out just a little as she sauntered inside with a coy smile and shut the door.

“You’re here so much I might have to put you on payroll,” I told her with a laugh.

“I’m overqualified to work here,” she cooed, making it clear that tonight she wasn’t here to pump me for information or my customers; she was here for some dick.

“Hardly,” I shrugged. “Most of my girls are college students. A few are grad students looking to graduate without a mountain of student debt like you have.”

“Good for them.” The words came out in a low whisper, and Beck licked her lips. “But I’m not here to talk about your employees.”

“Yeah? What are you here to talk about?”

“You. Me. Things.”

Things? I let my head fall back as a roar of laughter escaped. “Is this your big plan, Addison? You thought you could fuck me and get me to reveal a few secrets? Tell you the ins and outs of the business?” I stood and put my hands flat on the desk so barely two inches separated our faces.

Beck was no pushover. She stuck her chin out and arched a brow. “And if it is?”

“No one is a good enough fuck to get me to talk.” Not even Mo, who was a world-class fuck and gave the best head I’d ever had in my life.

Addison licked her lips again before they curled up into a seductive grin. Heat filled her eyes and flushed her skin, but it was the stiff peaks poking through the black shirt that told me this wasn’t just about information. Agent Beck was horny and looking for a quick, hard fuck.

“I am,” she shot back with a breathless sigh.

“Yeah?” Her bravado was impressive and, yeah, intriguing too, but this wasn’t her. I rounded the desk and marched toward her, and just like I expected, she backed up, giving me the advantage. Her eyes widened in surprise when she found her body sandwiched between me and the wall, equal parts fear and desire swimming in her blue eyes.

“I’m telling you right here, right now, nobody is that good a fuck.” I let my finger trace her jaw line, down her long neck to her pronounced collarbone.

She let out a shaky breath as my finger traced the underside of both tits. “You can’t know that.”

“Oh, but I do know that, Addison.” I rested one forearm on the wall beside her and tilted her head up so we were eye to eye, letting the other hand slide into the tight fit of her jeans.

“I could push you to your knees right now, shove my cock down your throat until you tremble with need before I bend you over my desk and fuck the life out of you. I’ll leave you trembling with need and hungry for more of this cock, but you still won’t have any information. This is me being kind.”

Beck rolled her eyes, but when they opened back on me, I saw how dark they were. Filled to capacity with heat and desire.

“Sounds really kind,” she offered up with too much sarcasm. And a sexy little gasp.

I teased her, brushing my fingertips back and forth over swollen pussy lips. “I could fuck you and give you nothing, Addison.” I pushed through her lips and found her clit swollen and wet. One finger slid inside, and she gasped. I added another, and she let out a low guttural moan.

“Oh,” she moaned, letting her head fall against the wall with a thud.

“Yeah, you need a good fuck, don’t you, Addison?” Two fingers thrust deep again and again, and her hips rolled, pushing up against my hand while I pumped into her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

“How long’s it been since you had a proper fuck?” She moaned and grabbed my wrist like she was in charge. “Better yet, how long since you had an improper fuck?”

Her orgasm was close. So fucking close, and if this were another woman, another time and place, I might let her.

Maybe.

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