Even with the rest of my life going to shit, dancing in my club with Olivia made me feel like the king of the world. This girl was everything. The rhythmic sway of her hips. How the tight curls of her hair bounced with every movement. Her pert, full breasts rising and falling under the dress I chose for her with every breath.
God-fucking-damn.
Olivia had my body ready to take her right here on the dance floor. But nah, I would never. Not one person in this room deserved to even catch a glimpse of my girl.
I pulled her closer, cupping one hand behind her neck. Her skin was damp with perspiration and I had to wait a beat to keep from licking her skin, tasting her.
“Baby, let’s head upstairs.”
Olivia smiled, but the expression didn’t reach her eyes. “One more song, okay? And I’d like another drink, too.”
Her gaze didn’t quite meet mine. What the fuck. I couldn’t tell if this was playful teasing or something more. A part of me wanted to push the issue, drag her upstairs. But I knew that was ego and libido. Olivia had been through a lot lately. There was nothing wrong with letting things play out slower. Besides, she was with me now, and I had no plans of letting that change. Another hour in the club meant nothing.
“Okay,” I said. “We’ll stay a bit.”
Olivia planted a quick kiss on my lips and then turned around, bumping her ass against my crotch. Yeah, there were worse things than dancing for a while longer.
As we continued dancing, I spotted Benjamin pushing his way through the crowd. My head of security caught my eye and gestured at the VIP bar area. I looked over and saw Ed Ravenshadow standing with his arms crossed.
I grabbed Olivia’s hand and danced her over to the edge of the dance floor.
“Liv, give me a minute to talk to Rave, okay?”
She nodded. “Sure, I’ll go grab a drink.” She waved at Benjamin and scampered over to the bar.
I climbed the two steps up to the VIP section. Ravenshadow said, “Marcus, good to see you,” extending his hand. Our palms met in a firm shake. “Nice crowd tonight.”
“Thanks, Rave,” I said. “What have you got for me?”
“Ah, straight to business. I like it. Got a shipment of new, uh… items coming in.” He glanced around to make sure no one was within hearing distance. “All top-of-the-line firearm, totally clean, too.”
“Excellent. I hope we won’t need them, but I want everyone geared to the max,” I replied. I didn’t enjoy arming my people. Guns make men lazy. They shoot instead of think, but with all the shit going down, we needed to be prepared for anything.
“Yeah, of course. I’ve got them coming in by private transport. Should hit the city in twelve hours, max.”
“Perfect.” I shook his hand again, then gestured for Benjamin to join us. “You two coordinate the delivery and distribution, okay? The last thing we need is someone getting in the way.”
Both men agreed. “Good,” I said with a curt nod.
As they talked logistics, my eyes drifted over to Olivia, who was chatting with the bartender as she waited for her drink. Her dress was riding up in the back as she leaned over, exposing a long smooth stretch of brown skin. My cock twitched, waking again just from the sight of her.
“Okay? Hey, boss!” Benjamin said, snapping me back to reality. “You awake?”
“Yeah, what did you say?”
He chuckled. “Who would’ve thought?” Benjamin replied, thumping Rave on the chest. “Marcus Moore, driven to distraction by a girl.”
“Fuck off,” I retorted, rolling my eyes.
“It’s chill, man,” Benjamin reassured me. His voice held genuine warmth. “Honestly, it’s great to see you getting close to someone. You deserve some happiness. I’ve never known you to even let a woman stay over, and now you got Olivia practically moved in.”
“Yeah, you’re not wrong. This one is really different. It just feels right.”
“Change can be good,” Ravenshadow added, nodding. “Just don’t lose yourself completely, Marcus. We still need you to be the badass boss we all know and respect.”
“Trust me,” I shot back, a wry smile tugging at my lips. “I’m not going soft anytime soon.”
“Speaking of which,” Ravenshadow drawled, glancing past me with a sheepish grin. Benjamin mirrored his expression, and I turned around to find Olivia standing there, a tray of drinks in her hands and a knowing smile playing on her lips. It was clear she’d overheard at least some of our conversation, but she didn’t seem angry or upset—rather, there was a playful glint in her eyes that sent a shiver down my spine.
“I got drinks for everyone,” she said, handing each of us a glass. “Sorry to interrupt your little gossip circle.”
I chuckled. “Busted. Olivia, this is Rave. He works for me.”
“Nice to meet you,” Olivia said.
Ravenshadow nodded. “Likewise. Thanks for the drink.”
She grinned. “My pleasure, but I’m just delivering them. Apparently, I’m not allowed to pay for anything at Desire.”
“Damn right,” I added. “Anything you want at my club is yours. Drinks, food, hell, take one of the booths if you like.”
We all laughed. Benjamin was eying me with approval, like he was my fucking father or some shit.
Ready to move on, I raised my glass in a toast. “To a good night with good folks.”
“Cheers,” Olivia agreed, clinking her glass against mine before taking a sip. Her throat worked as she swallowed, and I found myself mesmerized by the sight. Benjamin was right. I had it bad for this girl.
“Cheers indeed,” Benjamin said. “Anyway, we both have some work to do. Have a great rest of your night, Olivia. Marcus.”
With that, the two men disappeared into the crowd, leaving the two of us alone again. I returned all of my attention to Olivia.
She downed her drink in one smooth motion, setting the glass on a nearby table. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she announced, “You know what? I’ve changed my mind. You were absolutely right. It’s time for bed. Let’s head upstairs.”
Olivia’s lips found mine again, and I gripped her tight, holding her close against me, happy to get lost in passion together. The taste of alcohol lingered on her tongue, fueling the fire that already burned between us. As we broke apart, I stared into her eyes, seeing the same need reflected there that coursed through my own veins.
“Let’s go,” I agreed, my voice coarse with desire. Together, we navigated back across the dance floor, through the throng of writhing bodies, their sensual movements only heightening the anticipation building within me. The smell of sweat and perfume hung heavy in the air, mingling with the pulsing beat of the music that vibrated through my body, heightening the sweet tension.
We made our way through the rest of the club to the back. Olivia was clasping my hand as we got to the elevator that would take us up to my home. I waved my keycard at the pad and the doors slid open.
Olivia sashayed past me, hips swinging. I arched an eyebrow.
The moment the elevator doors closed, Olivia’s arms snaked around my neck, pulling me in for a searing kiss. Her lips were insistent, and her tongue danced with mine, coaxing the fire within me brighter and hotter.
“What’s gotten into you?” I asked, breathlessly, as we broke apart.
“You, hopefully,” she replied with a wicked grin. My laughter rumbled through my chest, but it was short-lived as the intensity of our shared desire surged once more.
I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs tracing the curve of her cheeks before I captured her lips again. Her fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tightly. The slight tug of pressure just ramped up my excitement.
“Olivia,” I growled, surprised and impressed by her newfound aggressiveness. We kissed again, deeper, harder this time. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and pressed my hips against hers. She responded by biting down on my lower lip, drawing a low groan from deep within me. I couldn’t help but be impressed by her boldness – she knew exactly how to push my buttons.
She reached between us and ran her small hand over my cock. It swelled and lengthened, desperate to reach its favorite person. I reached inside the top of her dress, sliding the pad of my thumb over her nipple. The skin tightened to a stiff peak at my touch.
“I need you right now, baby,” I said against her mouth.
“Yes, please,” came Olivia’s breathless reply.
Our bodies pressed together insistently. My hands roamed her curves, desperately seeking purchase as I fought to maintain control. As my fingers found the hem of her dress, the fabric whispered against her skin as I pushed it up, revealing the soft, supple flesh beneath.
“Marcus,” Olivia panted, her voice heavy with need. I could feel her nails digging into my scalp, urging me on. Unable to resist any longer, I hitched her leg over my hip and positioned myself at her entrance. Pushing aside the scrap of lace that covered her, my finger slipped easily around her damp smoothness.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already,” I whispered against her earlobe, nipping it gently before plunging into her depths. Her gasp was music to my ears – a symphony that played out in perfect harmony with the primal rhythm that guided our coupling.
“Harder,” Olivia begged, her eyes locked onto mine. I obliged, thrusting into her with abandon as the elevator continued its ascent. The metallic walls around us seemed to amplify our moans and gasps, creating a symphony of lust that filled every corner of the small space.
“Oh yes,” she cried out, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her body tensed, signaling her impending release. I hooked my arm under her knee, angling myself deeper within her, and she shattered beneath me, her inner walls gripping me like a vise.
“Olivia,” I groaned, feeling my own climax building within me. With one final, desperate thrust, I emptied myself inside her, our bodies trembling together as we rode out the aftershocks of our passion.
As our breathing slowly returned to normal, our foreheads pressed together, sharing the intimacy of the moment. The elevator doors had opened behind us at some point, and the hallway leading to my home was open and inviting. I gently lowered Olivia back onto her feet, pressing a tender kiss to her lips before readjusting our respective clothes so we could at least walk.
Olivia’s voice was still labored from catching her breath when she finally spoke. “That was amazing. Race you to the bedroom for round two?”
“You’re on.”
How could I not fall for this woman?