A Dash of Spice (Lights Camera Insta-love 2)

“Oh God!” I keep on stroking her sweet berry, reveling in the way she squirms through her orgasm. The orgasm I gave her. Hell yes. I want to beat my goddamn chest. I want to stand over her replete body and jerk ropes of come all over her skin. Brand her as my own.

Instead, though…

Instead, I find the urge to care for her trumps everything.

When her climax subsides, her eyes are wide and she’s trembling, turning something over in my gut. Before my brain can deliver the order, I’m pulling her down into my arms, rocking her side to side on the floor of the restaurant. I plant kisses all over her forehead and hair, murmuring in a voice I’ve never heard come out of me before. Growing alarmed at her silence, I reach up and grab the bottle of champagne, tipping it to her lips.

“Here we go, baby. Shhhh.”

She takes a long sip and sighs, letting me kiss the excess liquid off her swollen lips. It’s meant to be a comforting kiss, but she opens her mouth and I plunge my tongue deep, growing aware once again of the pressure in my balls, my belly—Christ, my dick. It’s thick and aching for her. The champagne is set aside, forgotten on the floor and I lay Lola down, climbing on top of her and locking our sexes together, both of us breathing like we ran a marathon.

“Can you be happy with just one night, Aiden?” Lola whispers, pressing her palm to my cheek. “I can’t give you any more than that.”

Possessiveness rises within me like flood waters, furious and deep. “You can tell yourself whatever lies necessary to get you into my bed, baby. But I know…” I reach between us and press a fist to my chest. “I know you’re already mine and you aren’t going anywhere.”

With that, I sit back and scoop her up off the floor. Ignoring my painful erection, I take my seat again with Lola in my lap and shout for the waiter.

We better eat something.

It’s going to be a long night of convincing Lola we’re forever.

4

Lola

Whoa.

Like, whoa.

I was already in a haze from my first man-given orgasm. And then I drank half a bottle of champagne and ate the best meal of my life. Now I’m being carried through the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton by a man who can be sweet, silly and dirty in the same breath. There is a part of me that says I could get used to this, but another, more cautious part of me silences that notion.

I know better.

There has been a running theme in my life since childhood. Every time I think there’s some sunshine on the horizon and I’m about to leave the dark days behind me, fate laughs at me. My mother divorced my deadbeat father when I was twelve. Things were fantastic for two weeks, but then she took him back. He returned twice as mean and bitter as before, making the next three years of my life hell in my own home.

So I left. I found a family among the dancers at my first real job. My bank account was beginning to grow, but once again, fate swooped in and closed the casino, making my hope seem futile. And now. I’ve landed in a very bad situation with an extremely controlling boss.

My phone is tucked away in my purse, but I know I must have an endless number of threatening voicemails from my boss, Denny, warning me about straying from the flock, also known as the girls who set me up on the baking show. He must be livid that I’ve gone MIA.

My heart wants so badly to trust Aiden, but I know too well that hope leads to disappointment. This time, I’m afraid of taking the leap across the canyon, because it will hurt if I crash into the hillside. While sitting on Aiden’s lap tonight—post-orgasm—letting him feed me steak while he brooded in silence, I tried to fight the connection between us, but it only grew. Why do I feel like I know all the little corners of shadow and light inside this man? Why do I truly believe he wants me for more than just one night?

I don’t know. But I’ve been let down so many times, I just can’t take the chance.

It would hurt too bad if this thing with Aiden turned out to be just another false sun on the horizon. Or worse, I could put him in danger.

Both of those outcomes would kill me.

So I’m giving myself one night—and one night only.

For hockey.

Aiden steps into the elevator and uses his elbow to press a button for one of the higher floors. He steps into the center of the moving car and smiles down at me, that gold tooth winking over on the side of his mouth. A lightheaded sensation takes me over and I realize I’m…swooning. I’m actually swooning over this man.