Free I Saw You by Elena M. Reyes Page B

I fucking savored her touch. “Let’s go to your office.” Just two thin layers of clothing separated her skin from mine, but I felt her every curve. The softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. Had we been alone and not standing in the middle of her club, she would’ve been impaled by my cock.
    “Don’t think they care.” Again, another male voice spoke, but it sounded muffled. Distant. Think it was Rick, but I was too gone to care.
    “Damn, Slim,” left me as a deep groan—pleasure and pain colliding. Who gave a fuck where we were, when my very essence demanded that I take her?
    “Is something wrong?” Husky, her voice had that sweet tinge of need that made my knees feel weak. No woman had ever, in all my thirty plus something years, affected me so.
    Fucked; I was irreversibly fucked.
    “This shit is both disturbing and arousing…” Think that was Cris, her hand on my dick making it too hard to concentrate on anything else.
    This time my eyes snapped open and focused on the two dipshits watching us. “Leave.”
    Not a plea. That was a goddamned warning.
    Arianna’s body shook with laughter behind me. “Are you two enjoying the show?”
    “No,” they answered at once.
    Cris cleared his throat, eyes looking anywhere but at me. “Can you please point me in the direction of the nearest bar? I’m going to need something to knock me on my ass and pronto.”
    With a laugh, she pulled her leg down from my grasp and her hand from my cock. I wasn’t happy. Ignoring my grunt of displeasure, Slim walked around me and took her place by my side. “Across the dance floor and to the left.” Stretching her arm out, she pointed in the general direction of the bar. “And you want something strong?”
    “Ple—” Rick cleared his throat and tried again. “Please.”
    This woman has reduced us to bumbling idiots.
    “Ari’s juice is the strongest drink we serve. Two will get you buzzed, but four will knock you on your ass.” With a flick of her wrist, Slim dismissed them, her attention back on me. Leaning over, she nuzzled her face against my shoulder before sinking her teeth in.
    Hard enough to hurt; the sting settled on the tip of my engorged dick.
    “Why are you serving what isn’t yours to give?” At my question, her eyebrows scrunched up in the most adorable way. This chick was killing me.
    “What do you mean, Cheesy?”
    “It means…” It was my turn to taunt her, fucking make her feel an eighth of what I did in her presence. Pulling her in closer, I skimmed my lips up the column of her neck. “That your sweet little pussy is mine. And I don’t share.”
    “It’s open to all patrons,” she moaned, the sound low and throaty.
    Pulling back, I stared her down. “Don’t fuck with me.”
    “Who told you I was?” That defiance was one day going to land her over my knee.
    “Not joking here, Slim.”
    “If you don’t believe me, head on over to the bar and ask for one,” she whispered; a sexy grin on her beautiful face. “Bet you a hundred bucks nothing taste sweeter or could kick your ass faster.”
    “Unless it comes from the source, I’m not interested, Arianna.” Then, right at that fucking moment, my eyes took her in. From head to toe. Motherfuck. “What are you wearing?”
    “This old thing?” She did a little twirl, the tiny-as-all-fuck tutu giving me a small glimpse of what she wore underneath. Miniscule and almost nonexistent. Arianna wore a costume much like her waitresses. The skirt, if I could even call the small scrap of fabric that, was made of alternating layers of nylon and lace. Gave the illusion of being see-through without showing her completely off.
    “You’re so goddamned beautiful.” It escaped past my lips before I could even contemplate stopping the words.
    “Thank you.” The coy smile I received in return made my own lips curve upwards.
    My eyes traversed her body. Past her skirt, my eyes encountered a naked sliver of skin. Tanned and toned, her lower