My arms around his neck, I ride him, grinding my body against his groin as his nails dig into my back. I can feel I’m close, every thrust pushing me closer to orgasm. He plunges deeper inside me and I groan, my fingers clutching onto the front of his shirt.
“I’m gonna come,” he growls, his eyes growing dark. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
“Ohh!” My head falls forward as spasms ravage my body. I can’t take it and yet I need more. I gasp and clench my thighs, which only intensifies the pleasure I’m feeling. “God, stop,” I gasp, lifting myself off him.
I lay back in his arms, my head resting on his chest. There’s not a whole lot of room on his sofa, but I like being so close to him. I smile as he kisses my forehead while his fingers play with my hair.
“That was unexpected.” He smirks. “I need to invite damsels in distress into my home more often.” He laughs as I slap him on the chest.
I narrow my eyes at him. “So this isn’t something you do on a regular basis then?” I say playfully.
“I can honestly say this is the first and only time I’ve done this,” he assures me, kissing my nose.
Satisfied, I lay my head back down. I close my eyes, loving the sensation of his nails on my back. His words make me feel confident
that this isn’t just all a way to get in my pants, but I can’t help but worry; what if my stalker goes after him? I couldn’t live with the guilt I’d feel if he was hurt because of me.
He’s a cop, Raven. He deals with violence and criminals every day. If anyone can handle themselves, it’s him.
“Where’s your head?” he asks softly.
“I’m just thinking about stuff,” I mumble, not wanting to ruin the moment. I feel like all I ever do is go on about my stalker. It’s like everything comes back to him, and I hate how much he rules my life.
“He won’t hurt you while I’m with you, Raven. I promise you that.”
“But how can you?” I laugh. “And it’s more than that. What if he decides to go after you to get to me?” I drop my gaze. “Especially if he thinks we’re involved.”
“Well, maybe what we need to do is work that in our favor.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.
“Chances are he’s a member of the club because you work there. What if we went there and put on a show for him? Maybe that will draw him out, give us something more to go on.”
“You want me to have sex with you in public?” I say, my voice high-pitched. I can’t say the thought wasn’t turning me on just a little bit.
“Why not?” he smirks, cocking his head. “I’m just suggesting we do a bit of this…” He nibbles my neck and I sigh. “And this…” I groan as his fingers graze past my nipples. “In an environment where he can see. I think the only way we are going to catch this guy is by making him angry. Then he’ll fuck up.”
I hesitate. It’s not the worst idea I’ve ever heard, but I’m still not convinced. I know what goes on in the club; I work there, for God’s sake. As much as I love the thought of participating in what goes on there, I’m not the kind of girl who can just let loose like those girls do.
Who says you aren’t?
I’m an attractive woman with desires like everyone else. Maybe it would do me good to break out of my mold a little. And if it worked and we caught this psycho, then my whole life would change. The thought of doing normal, everyday things without having to look over my shoulder feels so foreign to me.
“Okay. Let’s do it. Tonight.” I blurt the words out before I can change my mind.
He grins at me, the look he’s giving me enough to make me blush. “I can’t promise you this is going to work, but I can promise you one thing.”
“What?” I ask, almost afraid to ask.
“That I’m going to blow your mind.”
Chapter Ten
I’ve never been so nervous in my life.
A few of my colleagues look surprised to see me—not that I blame them. It’s my day off and I’ve never shown any interest in checking out what goes on here until now.
I glance at Conrad and smile. He grins back and takes my hand in his, giving it a squeeze.