Free Curves for Three (Quick & Sexy Wolves Book 1) by Zoey Thames Page B

they were inside, she walked briskly and professionally to the driver’s side door, opened and climbed in. She made certain her uniform was straight and her cap was on at the correct angle. Her nervousness had reached a plateau. She could handle it now. Sure Kenner was drop-dead gorgeous and probably a werewolf sex god if rumors were true, but she could keep things professional. He seemed like a surprisingly nice guy too. Many clients didn’t do much more than nod to her and give her orders about where they wanted her to take them—not that she minded, since that was her job. But Mr. Kenner was certainly friendly.
    Well, at least tonight would be interesting. She’d seen all kinds of wild things going on in the back of her limo. Sometimes the clients put up the privacy shield, other times they didn’t bother. Mirage Confidential guaranteed discretion. Vicki was paid a bonus for keeping secrets and never going to the tabloids no matter what. So she’d seen some crazy-wild and sexy stuff on occasion. Blowjobs were common. Ménages every once in awhile, where some rock star or foreign ambassador would bring two girls along to fuck. One night a visiting VIP from Brazil had handcuffed a supermodel then opened the sunroof. He’d made the model stand there with her upper body buffeted by the night air while he hiked up her skirt and proceeded to lick and tease her pussy, eating her out like a starving man. She’d been screaming with pleasure as they’d cruised down 52nd Street in New York for everyone to see. The whole thing had been both over the top and so wickedly hot that Vicki had even replayed it in one of her fantasies with her vibrator. She’d imagined a handsome guy doing the same to her as she was chauffeured through the New York night with the skyscrapers towering overhead, while he flicked his tongue over her clit until she was half crazy with bliss.
    Even remembering it was turning her on. Her pussy started to get wet, that familiar ache tightening her core down there, making her feel on edge. She glanced in the rearview mirror and looked right into the eyes of Davidson Kenner. Her heart skipped a beat and her mouth went dry. He smiled at her—a knowing smile that nearly had her overheating—and then he tilted his head and sniffed the air, as if scenting her arousal. She didn’t know whether to die of embarrassment or to come right then.
    But when he spoke to her over the intercom, his deep voice was entirely professional. “Could you take us to Central Park? I need to spend a little time in the wild.”
    Mick’s voice was gravelly and rough as the intercom microphone accidentally caught his words. “A park is a poor excuse for the wild.”
    “I’d be happy to take you there, sir,” she answered immediately, pretending she hadn’t overheard the bodyguard. She’d taken plenty of shifters there for runs. Since the werewolves of New York had come out of hiding to the world and openly started running through Central Park as wolves, crime in the park had dropped to next to nothing. There weren’t many places for shifters to cut loose in their animal form in Manhattan, so the park was extremely popular.
    “Thank you, Vicki,” Mr. Kenner said, and the intercom went off. She liked the man. It wasn’t simply sexual attraction, though she was burning hot enough to spontaneously combust. He was one of the richest and most powerful men in the country and he bothered to thank her and remember her name. He was clearly a gentleman, and what girl didn’t find that swoon-worthy?
    She had a feeling this was going to be a very special night.
     
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    Davidson Kenner loosened the knot in his silk tie and glanced out the window at the always-impressive New York skyline. He was feeling a hundred times better than he had cooped up on his private plane. No matter how luxurious the jet, his wolf never liked to fly. Now that he was on the ground again, his blood was up and he was ready for some action.