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  Such a goddamn submissive.

  I wondered what had made her this way.

  As I continued to search her eyes, that answer came to me.

  When Scarlett stepped inside this club, she no longer had to be the boss. She also didn’t have to do any training. This place was a breeding ground for dominance, and the men in here knew what they were doing.

  Coming here was more like coming home.

  And, although I wasn’t a regular, she didn’t need to worry about me. I knew the language of dominance. It was a lifestyle I practiced. And I knew I could make her feel better than she ever had.

  As I blew on her, her ankles strained against the ties, her knees pointing inward in an attempt to push them together.

  She was trying to put pressure on her pussy.

  It was feeling lonely.

  I’d fix that soon.

  I took in another breath and blew out the air in one fast exhale. The skin around her nipple tightened, and goose bumps spread over her skin.

  She liked that.

  I knew she’d like this even more.

  I reached down and whipped just the tips of my fingers across her pussy.

  “Fuck,” I hissed as my hand left her skin. “You’re so wet.”

  I wasn’t even inside her, yet the part I’d touched near her lips was soaked.

  I hadn’t expected her to be that turned on.

  But it was so sexy.

  When I did it again, I went slower, my finger sliding onto her clit while my other hand slapped the top of it.

  “Yes!” she screamed. “Please give me more.”

  Hearing her beg for me was so fucking hot.

  Five

  Scarlett

  I wasn’t sure how long I’d been strapped to this bed. There weren’t any clocks inside the chamber. Time didn’t exist while you were in here. At least, it certainly felt that way when Andrew’s hands were all over me.

  It wasn’t all pleasure that he had given me. There was plenty of pain, too.

  I loved both.

  It was foreplay.

  But I had a feeling he was about to give me more because he was now at my feet, loosening the scarves. When the knots were out, I felt the indentations the material had left on my skin from all the tension I’d caused.

  Or Andrew had caused.

  Every time he’d touched me, my legs had strained, forcing the scarves to dig into me.

  And, now, I was doing the same to my wrists as I waited for him to undo those.

  But he didn’t move.

  He stayed by the center of the bed and stared at my body.

  It was such a turn-on to watch the hunger grow in his eyes.

  He was a stranger.

  But, in here, that didn’t matter.

  It was about control, being satisfied. It was about finding a release in a place where I felt comfortable.

  Those were the things that kept me coming back.

  The men in here were typically attractive. Pepper made sure of that. But I hadn’t seen a man as handsome as Andrew.

  God, he was better-looking than anyone I’d ever dated.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, his gaze slowly moving up my body until it stopped on my face.

  “Untie me, please. I want to touch you.”

  I needed to know what he looked like under his shirt. If he was as built as he appeared, if his skin was soft, if he had any hair on his body.

  “Untie you,” he repeated, a smile covering his face as he laughed.

  He took off his jacket, setting it on the sex swing behind him. He then reached for his tie and loosened it just a little. Each movement caused his button-down to tighten, showing me the size of his muscles, the broadness of his shoulders, the hard-on that I could see pushing into his pants.

  I couldn’t wait for him to get naked, so I moaned, “Please.”

  My stare was on his cock, wishing the zipper would drop and it would spring out toward my mouth.

  “Is this what you want?” His hand dipped down over his suit pants, and he grabbed his cock. With his fingers around it, I could see how large the bulge was, the entire length, the way his whole hand fit around it.

  My God.

  “Yes,” I admitted, “I want that.” As I looked up toward his face, I felt myself gnawing on my lip.

  He climbed onto the bed and slid down my body until he knelt between my legs. “That was for you.”

  “You mean, the way your hands touched me?”

  He nodded. “Now, this part is for me.”

  I expected him to drop his pants, slip on a condom, and plunge his cock inside me.

  He circled his hands around my thighs instead, and he spread them apart. His face lowered until it was inches above my pussy, and then he glanced up at me from in between my legs. “You won’t need your hands for a while, so they can stay right where they are.”

  Just as I was about to respond, his mouth surrounded my clit, and he growled, “Jesus, you taste so goddamn good.”

  The way he licked me caused my back to shoot off the mattress and arch, for my toes to dig into the bed. “Fuck yes,” I gasped, completely overwhelmed by the sensation and the way his two fingers were now diving in and out of me.

  His tongue was fast.

  But it wasn’t just his speed that caused me to buck against his mouth.

  It was the way he used only the tip to flick across the most sensitive part of my body. It was the thickness of his fingers and how he swiveled them inside me, pulling out to his knuckles and gliding back in. It was the sounds he made as he ate me, noises that told me he was enjoying this as much as I was.

  Andrew was no amateur.

  This man ate pussy like it was his favorite thing to do.

  And the way he was going at me told me he wanted me to come.

  It only took a few more seconds, and then I groaned, “Ahhh.”

  My stomach shuddered, and my legs tightened on the sides of his face. Pleasure was spreading throughout my whole body, and I rocked my hips back and forth to ride out the rest of the orgasm.

  “That’s what I wanted,” he hissed.

  I expected him to still and then stop. To hear the crinkle of the foil. For my body to instantly be filled in an entirely different way.

  It didn’t happen.

  Because the man wasn’t done feeding on me.

  His face stayed right where it was, surrounding my clit with the flatness of his tongue, keeping his fingers all the way inside me while he ground them around in a circle.

  “Andrew,” I panted, once again completely immersed in his movements, each one making me feel even more lost.

  “I need to taste you for a little longer.”

  The sound of his voice.

  The desire, the hunger.

  All so incredibly hot.

  “You can stay there for as long as you want,” I told him.

  And then I let out a moan as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue mashing the edge, and the build immediately returned. This time, my legs shook. My hips pumped up and down, working the sensation through my body.

  “Oh God!” I shouted, the pulsing moving into my stomach, causing it to quiver.

  He finally released my clit and slowed, now giving me long, hard strokes across my entire pussy. “Mmm. You taste so fucking sweet when you come.”

  His nose was pressed into the top of my entrance, and I watched him breathe me in.

  “Let me taste your cum.”

  Our eyes locked as I stared down at him.

  I wanted his cock in my mouth, his tip banging against the back of my throat.

  I wanted to run my tongue along the vein on the back side and across the small slit at the head.

  I wanted him dripping down my throat.

  He released my thighs. Then, he stood and said, “Not tonight.”

  His response surprised me, so I had to confirm I’d heard him correctly. “You’re not going to fuck me?”

  He grabbed his jacket from t
he sex swing, sliding his arms through it, and he straightened his tie. He then moved to the top of the bed and began to loosen the remaining two scarves.

  One arm dropped and then the other. I brought them up to my chest and took turns rubbing them.

  Even though the material hadn’t left a mark, I’d be sore for at least a day. The same was true for my ankles.

  “Get dressed,” he said, and he went over to the armoire and pushed his back against it.

  I climbed off the mattress and put my bra on first. My heels were next, and then I wrapped both hands around one of the bed posters. “I think you have something of mine.”

  He smiled.

  It was beautiful.

  Charming.

  Unbelievably enticing.

  “You’re not getting the panties back.”

  I reached down and picked up the dress, stepping into it and zipping the back. “Oh no?”

  He was now holding the panties, rubbing his thumb around the fabric the same way it had traced my skin. “Let’s go get a drink.”

  Before I could respond, he was opening the door, clasping my hand, and leading me toward the bar.

  There were two bartenders. Both were men. They were dressed in just a pair of suit pants with suspenders that clung around their bare shoulders, and there were masks on their faces.

  Pepper didn’t want the members to hook up with the staff, so it was required that they hide their identity.

  When we reached the bar top, one of the guys approached us and said, “What can I get you, Mr. Jones?”

  Jones?

  “That’s your last name?” I asked Andrew.

  Andrew Jones.

  I didn’t recall him saying it earlier; we’d both just used our first names.

  He nodded, and then he looked at the bartender. “Whiskey on the rocks.” He glanced back at me. “What do you drink?”

  “Vodka, the same way,” I told the both of them. I had Andrew’s full attention, and his stare was just as hungry as before. “Tell me something about yourself, Andrew. Like why you let my ankles out of the scarves.”

  “Because I knew I’d like the way your thighs felt against my face.”

  Tingles started to spread up my neck, and I tried rubbing it away with my fingers. “And my hands?”

  “I didn’t want you to push me away.”

  “You think I would have stopped you from licking me?”

  “I didn’t want to take the chance.”

  I leaned the side of my body into the bar. “Let me tell you something about me, Andrew. I always want more.”

  “Even now?”

  I paused for a second and finally said, “Yes.”

  “You’re insatiable.”

  “And you’re not? You didn’t even get off tonight.”

  He bent his neck, his mouth moving closer to my ear. “I got to feel you come on my tongue. I got to taste it and swallow it. That’s as good as getting off.”

  I felt the wetness start to move between my lips.

  I needed to know more about this handsome man.

  “What do you do?” I asked him.

  The bartender placed two glasses in front of us. Andrew took the drinks, and I followed him over to a high-top that gave us a little more privacy.

  I gripped the vodka and took a sip.

  “I work with businesses,” he eventually said after swallowing some of his whiskey.

  “In what capacity?”

  “One that will bore you.” His hand lowered and reached around the table until it found my waist. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed his touch. “How often do you come here?”

  “Not very often, and that’s because I don’t live here.”

  “No?”

  My chest hammered away from the intensity of his gaze. “I live in Miami.”

  “Do you—”

  But his voice cut off when a woman walking by stopped at our table. From the way she was dressed, I knew she was a member, not an employee.

  She stood right next to him and said, “In all my life, I never thought I’d see the Hudson Jones at Lush.”

  Hudson Jones?

  As in the attorney for Entertainment Management Worldwide?

  There was no way this was happening.

  He wouldn’t have done this just because we were on opposing sides, because we wanted different numbers.

  Would he really go this far?

  As I answered my own question, my entire body began to shake.

  Hudson stared at me while he responded, “Cindy, I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”

  I released the vodka and gripped the side of the table with both hands, waiting until she left before I spoke, “Tell me she didn’t just call you Hudson Jones.” I kept my voice low, so I wouldn’t cause a scene.

  Something I’d never do in Pepper’s place of business.

  “That’s my name, Scarlett.”

  Fucking asshole.

  “But you told me your name was Andrew.” I took a step back, and his hand dropped from my waist. “You lied to me. You’re the goddamn attorney representing Jayson, Blake, and Shane.” A loathing began to pour its way into my throat. “Did you plan this?”

  His expression didn’t deny it, nor did he say a word.

  “My God, you did. You set this whole thing up.” My brain wouldn’t stop trying to piece this all together, to make sense of why he was here. And then it clicked. “You want to blackmail me, don’t you? You want to get something that you can use against me. That you can hold over my head, so I’ll agree to your terms. And, now, you have all the information you need.”

  I felt sick to my stomach.

  “Listen to me—”

  Listen to him?

  “You’re a disgusting piece of shit with zero morals and even less integrity.”

  Eating the pussy of the woman he was negotiating a multimillion-dollar deal with. As far as I was concerned, that was a whole new level of low.

  And I’d fallen for it.

  He’d had a motive.

  To put his hands and mouth on my body to get what he wanted. Not just in the private room, but also in the deal we were supposed to work out in his office tomorrow.

  I’d never felt more blindsided.

  Or betrayed.

  “Scarlett, let me explain—”

  “That chance is long gone.” He reached for me, and I took another step back. “Stay the fuck away from me.”

  There was so much more I wanted to say. I just wouldn’t disrespect Pepper that way, so I turned around and weaved my way through the rest of the chamber and toward the front of the building.

  “Scarlett,” I heard him say behind me.

  He said my name two more times before I got through the door and into the reception area. Hurrying through that small space, I avoided the employees who were trying to approach me to make sure I’d had a good night. Once I got outside, I went to the parking lot and climbed into the back of the SUV.

  “Would you like to go to the hotel?” the driver asked as he turned around in his seat.

  “Yes,” I told him.

  I retrieved my clutch that I’d hidden in the seat pocket and grabbed my phone from inside, pulling up the flight schedule for the company’s private plane. It was completely booked, and it couldn’t pick me up until my previously arranged time.

  That was two days from now.

  Flying commercial was an option; it just meant the guys would ask why I had come home early.

  What the hell am I going to say to them?

  I couldn’t think that far ahead.

  With the phone still in my hand, I pulled up a blank email, addressed it to our attorney, and began to type.

  The last time we spoke, I made our offer extremely clear.

  It hasn’t changed.

  Don’t call me unless the contract is ready to be signed.

  You have one week.

  Never again would I deal with Hudson Jones.

  All communication would now take place between o
ur attorneys.

  His mouth had fucked me once.

  I would make sure it never happened again.

  Six

  Hudson

  When I got to my house in the Hollywood Hills, I dropped my keys on the table by the front door and went straight to the bar. I didn’t bother with any ice. I just poured the whiskey into a short glass and shot it into my mouth. Once the back of my throat stopped burning, I drained several more fingers’ worth, the fire on my tongue immediately returning.

  Goddamn it, tonight hadn’t gone the way I’d planned.

  Blackmail her?

  That wasn’t my intention because, before she’d arrived at Lush, never for a fucking second had I thought she wouldn’t know who I was. So, what I had been worried about was her flipping her shit on me. Getting the chance to touch her body had never crossed my mind.

  Then, things had just gotten worse.

  She’d walked out without giving me a chance to explain.

  She’d come to her own conclusion, one that could jeopardize all the work I’d put into this deal for Entertainment Management Worldwide. And her theory couldn’t be more wrong.

  But I couldn’t have chased her. Not when there was a chance she’d air her assumptions in front of the entire room, and anyone who might have heard would get the wrong impression. Especially when I already knew half of the goddamn people there.

  I had a reputation to uphold in this town.

  I wasn’t about to fuck that up.

  So, I’d let her go, knowing I would handle this in the morning before she got out of town since I highly doubted she’d be coming to my office.

  Somehow, I would fix this.

  I took out my phone and hit the number that connected me to Tina.

  She answered, “Good evening, Mr. Jones.”

  “I want the name of the hotel that Scarlett is staying in and the room number. And I want all of that texted to me by six o’clock tomorrow morning.”

  “Okay, but—”

  I disconnected the call and slammed my phone on the bar top.

  Scarlett’s pussy had tasted so fucking delicious tonight. Her body had felt so good underneath my hands. Her hips had pumped so hard as she rode my goddamn face. The way she had felt when she convulsed around my fingers was perfect.