Speed King (Men of Action 1)

“Rumor has it you pitched for the recent Lamborghini account.”

“Yes, six weeks ago, with no word yet. Not exactly a glowing recommendation.”

“The reason it’s taking time is that they’ve asked one of my headlining groups to be the face of the ad. They took the proposals to them. They chose their favorite, and I agreed. Then I asked around and found out my dear, little, sweet cousin was the one behind the gritty, edgy, and advanced idea.”

“Ummm, Mike, you’re freaking me out. I’ve waited weeks for any word on follow-up. And you’ve been sitting on it?”

“It wasn’t my decision or call. I gave creative input only.”

Anticipation and excitement bubble to the surface and I bounce like a girl. “Tell me who the band is.”

He studies me, enjoying my impatience and drawing this out. “Sayge.”

I quit bouncing and sway, my ears ringing. “Oh, my.”

Jewls lets out a yelp. “Holy shit, Jay!”

“They liked my idea?”

“They liked it,” Mike confirms. “You’ll hear more on Monday.”

“The office will go nuts.”

“You did that, baby,” Achilles announces proudly, kissing along my temple.

“It was a team effort.”

“I may have a source that’s on the inside who said a certain junior marketing executive added the most value to the multi-million-dollar campaign.”

“What? Who?”

“My lips are sealed. But after seeing for myself, I want that power on my team.”

“Isn’t it frowned upon to leave my current company and work for a client? I don’t want an unfavorable reputation following me.”

“That’s the beauty. MJ Labels isn’t your client. Sayge’s business team is the client. They outgrew my boutique business services years ago. Raven heads the business team, and she has four children under the age of nine. Declan wants another one. She’s always been hands-on, but she’s stepping back. Without her, we are creating a long-ago needed new position.”

“Holy shit,” Jewls repeats.

“Raven? Is that the smokin’ hot model in the video from years ago?” Drake questions.

“Shit, yeah, it is. That woman is fucking stacked,” Sam agrees.

“She’s also married to the lead singer, Declan Collins, and he’s a slight step down on the protection scale from Ace. This comes about and you meet him—word to the wise—don’t ogle his wife. He’ll pummel you.” There’s a hint of humor in Mike’s reply.

“You should think hard about this. I don’t get the impression your cousin is showering you with familial compliments. He sees your worth,” Achilles says low enough for only me to hear.

“How about we meet for lunch next week?” I throw out, excitement fluttering through me.

“Text me and we’ll make it happen.”

I look across the fire at my dad who’s standing between Pete and Uncle Mike. All of them are grinning with pride. Then I catch Jewls’ eye and see she’s smiling bright.

Could I go work for my cousin?

In an internationally respected record label that works with mega-superstars?

Possibly one of the biggest opportunities in my life?

My mind screams the answer so loud it’s a wonder it doesn’t fly out of my mouth.

Hell yes, I can.

19

Ace

I fist her hair, tugging up. “Harley, get—” The words die on my lips when she opens and swallows, my cock hitting the back of her throat. She increases her suction and speed, stroking my shaft in the same rhythm.

Every muscle in my body tenses as the familiar flame ignites. My last bit of willpower is on the brink, ready to snap. She senses the change, and her gaze comes to mine, daring me to stop her.

“Shit, you look like a vixen taking me.”

She holds my stare, savoring my dick and working faster. She knows what it does to me to watch her. My instincts scream to haul her up and fuck her senseless. She shifts, rubbing her legs together.

Fuck yeah. Two can play at this game.

“Because I’m feeling generous, you have two options. Climb on and ride my dick, or twist around and ride my face. Either way, I want your pussy.”

Her eyes widen and fill with desire. She tightens her grip and laps her tongue over my piercing.

“Now.”

She crawls over my leg and around to straddle my face. Without even touching her, she’s soaking wet. I hold her hips, running my tongue along her slit. She moans her approval, the vibration pushing me closer to exploding.

I wasn’t lying when I told her she was a natural. This woman is an expert at everything.

The primal brute rears up, needing to hear her scream. My tongue thrusts inside, devouring her roughly. She grinds against my face, her assault slowing. I use the distraction to my advantage, altering between licking and sucking until she’s panting.

Her nails scrape the underside of my shaft before she rolls my balls in her palm. My dick lurches, getting her attention. She catches on to my play and begins mimicking my actions.

Fucking temptress.

It’s time to play dirty. My mouth closes over her clit, and I suck hard before flicking it over and over with my tongue.