There was an animalistic passion in him. It made her heart race. For a moment, she thought that he was going to try and fuck her against that wall.
And. . .she wanted him to.
Groaning, he let go of her lip and pulled back. “I couldn’t help myself.”
She caught her breath.
“Was that okay?”
“Yes.”
“Back to the tour.” He cleared his throat. “You pick which room we walk into.”
“But some are full.”
“The full ones are for observing. The empty ones are for using.”
“Using?” Angel tasted the word on my tongue.
“Yes.” Hot lust blazed through his eyes. “Making love. Sex. Fucking.”
Swallowing, she pointed to the one next to her. “And this one?”
“Let’s see.” Christian opened it, but remained in the hallway. “Look.”
She walked up to the entrance.
He watched her with a searing intensity.
She peeked into the room.
Inside lay three people—a guy and two girls—on a bed covered in plastic. Oil coated their naked bodies. The two girls rubbed on top of each other in the sixty-nine position, both of their faces positioned between the other’s thighs. Behind one of the women, the man thrust his oiled dick into her.
“Thoughts?” Christian got behind Angel and brushed his hard body against her. His thick cock pushed against her ass. “What do you think, Detective?”
The events in the room were hot, but when Christian touched her, she truly came alive. Her hormones kicked into overdrive.
He seized her waist. “You didn’t answer me, Detective?”
“I told you to call me Angel.”
“But you’re on the job?”
“I’m not. Case is closed. This isn’t business anymore. It’s pleasure.” She bit her lip.
His next words came out in a dark growl. “Hmmm.”
She turned her attention back to the room, nervous to say more.
Christian brushed his mouth against her cheek. “I want you, Angel. You’ve become my obsession.”
She turned around. “I...don’t know what to say to that.”
Every inch of that handsome face dripped with confidence. His grin shifted to a somber expression. “Your face, presence, and even your scent has been a welcoming cure to my mourning.”
In the room, the bed squeaked and the women’s moans grew louder behind Angel.
In a flash, Christian pulled her away from the opening and shut the door.
In the next second, he slipped her to the side and had her against the wall.
Lust blazed in his eyes. “There are more rooms, but I would like to show you the empty ones.”
“The ones for…”
“Fucking.” He licked his lips. “Too forward? Too soon?”
Angel’s body hummed with desire. Usually, she would never let a man get this close. It had been many years since she’d dated.
Christian made her hot. Her arousal rose in her body.
Christian gazed at her. Hunger rode his voice. “Angel.”
“Yes.”
“Usually, I would do plenty of elaborate courting. You’ll get that too—diamonds, international trips, dates catered by the best chefs. Everything that you deserve. But for now. . .I need to be deep inside of you. I can’t go another second.”
Her head fogged with thoughts of him naked.
His next words came out in a dark groan. “Please, Angel. I want you.”
Her nipples stiffened. “Yes.”
He captured her mouth, kissing any fears away. He slipped his hands along her curves. Her body melted against him.
Groaning, Christian pulled away, tenderly took Angel’s hand, and led her down the hall.
Adrenaline surged through her body.
At the end of the hallway, Christian opened the black door and stepped inside.
Still overwhelmed by excitement, Angel followed him into the room. . .
“Mom!”
I froze in mid type.
“Mom!”
I sighed.
Footsteps sounded toward my office.
“I’m in here.” I rose from my desk and shook my head. “Stop yelling please.”
Trey brought a big box inside. “This was on the porch with your name on it.”
“Good morning, by the way.” I took the box and set it on the desk. “I wonder what this is.”
“I hope it’s a bunch of toys.”
“Trey, I doubt anyone gave me toys.” I opened the box. A motorcycle helmet greeted me. I lifted it up. “What the hell?”
Trey pulled out a note and scanned it. “It’s from Zain. He’s taking you on a date.”
“Give me that.” I took it and read.
Nadia,
You’re new to Paradise. I would love to show you around. The boys have school today. Would it be too presumptuous to think you have a few free hours to spend with me?
Can we meet at 12pm?
Zain.
Cory stepped in the office. “What was in the box?”
Trey grinned. “Mom and Zain are dating.”
“That is not what’s going on.” I pointed to my door. “Both of you get ready for school please.”
Cory’s face showed horror. “Dating?”
“We’re not dating. Get ready for school.”
9
Lunch Date
Zain
R
iding a motorcycle was an act of pure freedom. There was a visual poetry to the world zipping by while wind whipped and the sun shined.
Having Nadia on the back of my bike—with her arms tight around my waist and breasts pressed against my back—was an even more pleasurable experience.