Mister Dick

“Because I like cats.” I dipped my head, my mouth seeking that sweet spot just below her ear. “Because I like you.”

I heard her breath catch and couldn’t help myself. I sank my hands into all that hair and, before she could say a word, claimed the mouth that had haunted me for the last week. She opened up for me, and I took control, my body hungry for more.

Her lips were soft, and she tasted like strawberries. With a groan, I went deep, my tongue seeking out the secrets she kept, my teeth nipping at her bottom lip. She gave as good as she got, her hands on me, her body pressed as close as two people could be, and that tongue dancing with mine. The kiss was hot and passionate and wild.

When we finally broke away from each other, both of us were breathing heavily. I held on, though, my hands still buried in the silky hair that floated around her shoulders.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said, sounding a little bit rough and a whole lot horny.

“I can’t.” She licked her lips and shook her head. “We can’t…”

I looked her in the eye, not in the mood for games. I knew she felt exactly the same as I did, and I knew this fire was only going to burn brighter and hotter the longer we did this dance.

“This is going to happen. You and me.” I pushed her up against the wall, and my hand sought out the softness between her legs. I felt the heat through her pants and pressed my palm against her, rubbing in a slow circular motion, smiling at the sight of the fever that crept over her face.

“We can have sex here in the dark or back at your place.” I nipped along her neck, loving the way she arched into me. “Your choice.”

I applied more pressure, my hand cupping all of her as she opened her legs just enough to give me the access I needed. “That feel good?” I whispered in her ear, pressing into her, creating the kind of friction she needed.

“You know it does.” Her voice was soft, barely audible. “But you have to stop.” She inhaled a deep, ragged breath before whispering, “Please.”

Something about her tone got to me, and the sexual haze that had clouded my brain began to fade. She wanted me. But she wasn’t into it.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, taking a step back. “I know you feel this.”

She was silent for a few moments, and just when she opened her mouth to respond, someone behind us cleared their throat. I angled my head for a look and spied a tiny brunette with two phones, one in each hand. She couldn’t see Echo, not all of her anyway, and I arched a brow, more than a little pissed off at being interrupted.

“This is a private conversation.”

“Um, I’m uh…Ali, and I need Echo to come with me.” She stumbled over her words, but I didn’t give a fuck.

“Shit,” Echo whispered, straightening her clothes before she stepped away. “Ali. Hey.”

The little brunette darted a look my way before pointing below. “They need you on the stage.”

“Okay. I’m good. We were just…discussing…something.”

“We’re not done yet,” I ground out.

Ali looked at Echo and then back to me. “Okay. Well, um…” She pointed toward the main level. “They need you in like, five.”

“Okay. Give me one second.”

The girl, Ali, stepped back and turned around, clearly not leaving until she had Echo where she wanted her.

“Who the fuck is that?” I asked, annoyed at the little cock blocker.

Now Echo looked pissed. “Ali is my assistant, and you need to back the hell off and grow some goddamn manners.”

“What does she need you for?” I wasn’t giving in. In fact, the angrier Echo got, the hotter she became. And the more worked up I got.

“There’s a thing I agreed to do. I have to…” She swore and nailed me with hard look. “It’s none of your business, and this right here?” she hissed. “It’s not going to happen.”

She didn’t give me a chance to answer. She turned tail and left, and I had to fight with myself not to follow.

They headed downstairs, and after a few moments, I did the same. I watched from the edge of the crowd as Echo moved to the big stage, and after grabbing a drink, I headed in the same direction. There was a live auction underway, and I leaned against a table, legs crossed a

s folks with money to burn bid boatloads of the green stuff on stupid shit. Boats and vacations, I could understand, but one guy spent twenty grand on a new set of tits for his wife.