The only problem with that was that her business was mine. Everything that occurred at The Pyramid Club came under the purview of the Andrettis. Every. Damn. Thing. The people in that place were as dirty as the floors in the VIP rooms before they were bleached clean.

We walked around to the side entrance as we had last time. The silence between us wasn’t awkward now, as it had been in the car. We’d come to an understanding of sorts, and anticipation hummed between us like an exposed wire sparking in the rain.

Once we were in the elevator, I glanced at the phone she held. “Text your sister.”

She made a face at me. “I was going to later, bossy man.”

“Do it now.” I snagged a handful of her ponytail and tipped back her head until our eyes met. “You’re going to be busy for the rest of the night.”

Eleven

The instant I stepped into his apartment, I was whirled around and pressed against the door. He used my ponytail to guide my head back so he could latch his mouth on my neck. With one suck of his lips on my throbbing pulse, I was on the verge of coming.

Goddamn, the man didn’t make idle threats.

“Can I be rough with you?”

That he asked nearly made me melt right into the floor. Not on it, nope, I was on the verge of dripping straight through.

He unbelted my coat and cupped my breasts through the sheer material of my halter dress, thumbing my nipples hard enough to cause an echoing ache down below.

And he was still waiting for an answer to his question.

“Yes,” I gasped, linking my arm back around his neck. I hooked one of my legs around his calf too for good measure, not really caring if it made me seem super horny. I was, and I was owning it. “You can be rough.”

“If it’s too soon…” His hands were already on the move, tugging up my dress to tear away my thong. He literally tore it and left the hot pink fabric in tatters on the floor.

Couldn’t say I really minded.

With anyone else, it probably would be too soon. And yes, he’d been involved in that awful, confusing, overwhelming night, but he’d also been the one to take some of the hurt away. His arms had always felt like a safe place, and nothing had changed.

“It’s you,” I said simply, hoping he would understand.

“And it’s you, which is why I need to do this.” He ripped my dress right down the middle, exposing my bare breasts and the bare rest of me. Before I could make a sound, he’d already spun me around and covered my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue in and out in such a lewd reenactment of sex that my thighs started to shake.

He was kissing me. Finally.

I gripped his massive upper arms and searched for some way to gain the upper hand of this situation, but I couldn’t. He’d taken complete control.

Damn, I loved it.

He moved fast, hiking my legs around his hips and shoving me into the door. The knob dug into the back of my thigh. Hell if I cared. Because as long as I got all of that inside me again—that being the thick, hard cock he was working frantically to free from his jeans—I’d happily take a few scrapes and bumps.

I tried to assist him with shaking hands. In the midst of my attempts to help, I dropped my purse. I’d intended to offer him a condom, since he’d been right before about being on the safe side, and I’d just been too out of it Friday night to care.

Turned out I didn’t need to, since he procured one from his back pocket and jockeyed me up the door while he fought to slide it on.

His back pocket. Talk about easy access. Was that part of his job description too? Sure, he’d said he wouldn’t touch anyone while he was with me, but earlier tonight, we hadn’t technically been anything to each other. I’d danced long enough he could’ve screwed three chicks if he really wanted to.

Chicks like Monique, with the long, glossy hair and vacant smile. I’d seen smiles like that before on the faces of some of the women I worked with, and I knew exactly what they came from. She’d been high on something. What was anyone’s guess.

“Carly.”

All it took was him saying my name to distract me from thoughts of other women. He’d given me his word on that score, and I wanted to believe him. The only thing that mattered right now was the swirl of his fingertips over my clit while his condom-covered erection flirted with my already soaked entrance. I was drenched for him. Beyond. Every part of me hot and eager.

I bumped my hips, urging him to stop teasing and take. His rough chuckle whispered over my mouth. “Greedy little thing.”

“Just fuck me.” I tipped my head back and thrust out my chest, enjoying his swift inhale. He liked my breasts. I bet he was wishing right now he had another pair of hands. One to hold my ass in place, the other to—

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