Forbidden Lust

13

Barrett

Okay, so a slight mishap. I wasn’t thinking when I grabbed Lourde’s hand, pushed aside her scrap of underwear, and thrust her hand onto her clit. But she’s the one who wouldn’t let me remove it. She clawed at my hand, and I then took over her motion, careful not to touch her but wanting to show her what real pleasure was. The blush on the tips of her cheeks and her moaning only made my thickness swell harder against her thigh. Moments after, I watched her scream my name. Fuck! It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

With her eyes shut tight and her ragged breath on my face, I wanted to slam my lips on the column of her neck and tear off her flimsy dress, letting it fall to the floor. My loyalty to her brother kept it in my pants. Otherwise, those delicious lips would be wrapped around my hard cock, giving me the release I desperately needed. I had to split a second later and take a cold shower. With my dick in hand, the image of her coming against the wall, I came like a fucking tidal wave.

* * *

I didn’t need to go back to Manhattan urgently, but when my multi-story development in Soho had a slight issue, I took it as an opportunity to put some space between Lourde and me, taking the chopper before she woke up this morning.

Leaving it up to my Construction Manager, Joe, to sort out was possible, but that meant I'd needed to face Lourde. We’d had code violations before, and Joe had dealt with them. This one wasn’t any different. I’d sorted it in half the time it would’ve taken Joe. But that wasn’t Joe’s fault. When Barrett Black called a meeting, it was to get shit done. Heading to the city council meeting with my team of lawyers and architects, we were a show of force, dwarfing the three councilors. And five hours later, the problem was solved.

As the sun lowered its shadow over the city that never sleeps, I had two choices. Go back to the Hamptons tonight or grab a rare ribeye from Benjamins and fly back tomorrow. Again, my head won over, and as I pushed open the door entering Benjamin’s steakhouse, a familiar face greeted me.

“Mr. Black, welcome back, sir.”

“Harry, nice to see you again.”

“Thank you, sir, I have your table available, or will you be joining your friends this evening?”

“Friends?” I scanned the dimly lit room. Benjamins was the best steakhouse in Manhattan, and midweek, it was packed with businessmen and socialites on the prowl. I couldn’t see any friends of mine here.

“Mr. Diamond is here with some other guests. Shall I take you to his table?”

Connor’s here?A sudden unease came over me.

“Sure, I’ll say a quick hello.” Seeing Lourde’s brother after I helped her orgasm wasn’t on top of my list of things to do today. Plus, he was likely to be in a meeting. Recently, he’d been working around the clock. There was talk that his dad might step down soon as the president of Diamond Incorporated, and they had been grooming Connor to take his place.

Harry led me along the tiled marble floors and high vaulted ceilings and past the red leather cushioned round booths and table of stunning women.

“Barrett.”

I stopped and turned. A familiar face smiled up at me from a table full of women.

“Claudette, hello.” She smiled, and the chatter at the table went silent. Don’t flatter yourself. I never forget a name, even if it was one lousy night. “Ladies, good evening.”

She stood up and stalked toward me. Her hair primmed, her face perfectly made up. I heard Harry step away. Fuck. Don’t go, Harry.

“Don’t you look handsome? Charcoal is definitely your color.” She grabbed the lapel of my jacket, her manicured fingernails running over it. “They match those dark eyes of yours,” she purred.

“How have you been, Claudette?”

“Still thinking about that night,” she whispered.

I smiled. “Is that right?” I’m not.

“Want to join us?”

“Can’t.”

She pouted.

“Can we meet up after?”

Desperate wasn’t my style, and her body language reeked of it.

“Off to the Hamptons. Another time, though.” I glanced sideways, an invitation for Harry to come the fuck back. Quickly, he appeared at my side.

“Oh. Another time then.” She pursed her lips shut.

I smiled.

“This way, sir.”

Thank fuck.

Harry ushered me through the dining room. The table they always left open for me sat vacant in the corner near the back. Hidden, just the way I liked it.

I heard Aris’ loud laugh and Connor’s metallic voice before I saw them. So he wasn’t in a meeting after all.

I rounded the corner. Ari and Connor were laughing, and Magnus was there too. I almost had to do a double-take. His hair was ruffled, his eyes were puffy, and he was wearing a t-shirt that could pass as activewear. I’m surprised they even let him in here looking like that.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Ari asked.

“You’re all here,” I said, slightly relieved to see the boys after everything that was going on.

“Will you be joining Mr. Diamond and his guests, Mr. Black?” Harry asked.

“Damn straight, pull him up a chair, Harry, would you?” Connor asked.

I took the chair from Harry and sat down. Shortly, Harry returned with cutlery and a place setting to set my place at the table.

“So, what are you doing here?” Ari echoed his previous question.

“I had to come back and deal with a problem in Soho.” Partly true anyway.

“What are you all doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Leila, Magnus? Connor, killing it at work and Ari… what is it you do again?”

They all laughed, except Ari. I shrugged.

“He’s going through a rough patch with the missus.” Connor slapped Magnus on the back.

Magnus threw back a tumbler of liquid amber. “Caught her screwing the plumber.”

I laughed, but when all three sets of eyes glared at me, I knew this wasn’t a joke with a punchline. “Oh, shit, you’re not kidding.” Magnus shook his head.

Magnus married an ex beauty-pageant winner. Really, what did he expect? It had only been a few months since their lavish wedding at a manor in Santa Barbara of all places.

“Sorry, Mag. What now?”