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  Her heart rate quickened. Was this actually happening?

  Bobby grinned and sat back, releasing her from his scrutiny.

  Recovered from her fluster, she gave herself a quick pep talk. What did she have to lose, really? A sugar daddy would solve all her problems, if this was for real. She gave him a seductive look. “Are you in the market for a sugar baby?”

  He threw his head back and laughed, a deep, rich rumbling sound that for no known reason made her tingle. “As a matter of fact, I am. But when I take a goomah, I expect her to be at my beck and call, available any time I please.”

  She swallowed, her panties dampening at the idea of being his sexual servant. “And what exactly would you offer in return?”

  Bobby placed both his hands on her thighs and made little circles around her knees. “Living expenses and spending cash. How does that sound?”

  Gina and Dean made enthusiastic murmurings as their eyes locked. Heat pooled in her center core, traveling up until her face grew warm. Her breath rose and fell in a rapid rhythm.

  He leaned closer and spoke in a low, rumbling voice, “But you should know, I would use you however I wanted, whenever I wanted. And I would demand fidelity. No other men.”

  “What about women?” she asked.

  “Only if I get to watch.”

  * * * * *

  He leaned back and allowed the tension to ease as everyone chuckled.

  Judging by the way Lexi’s nipples protruded beneath her blouse, she was not put off by his dominance. He definitely wanted her. Smoking hot, she offered the full package — sass and intelligence in addition to the long legs and perky tits. She had sleek brown hair with glints of gold and mahogany, cut in the latest style so it fell in layers around her face. High cheekbones and big blue eyes gave her an exotic beauty.

  She smiled at him, looking relieved he had taken the pressure off. It warmed him, fueling a desire to earn more of her grateful smiles.

  “What do you think, Lexi? Are you interested in that sort of arrangement?” he asked.

  “Well, in theory, yes, but only if I really liked the guy.”

  “So it’s about the sex.”

  “I didn’t say sex —”

  “You meant sex,” he said with a wicked grin. “How about this? I’ll offer you a personal guarantee you’ll get off every single time.”

  She laughed, a throaty, sensual sound that went straight to his cock. “Oh really? I guess you don’t lack in confidence, do you?”

  “Nope,” he said, deliberately holding her eyes. The room had shrunk so it contained only the two of them, her azure gaze searching him, pupils dilated, breath short.

  “What if I’m one of those girls who never orgasms with a partner?”

  He raked a glance down her body again, wondering how anyone that fine could have trouble getting off. “I’d figure out how to unlock your secrets.”

  Her berry-glossed lips parted.

  “How about this, Lex — give me one night,” he coaxed. “Test our chemistry.”

  She swallowed. He could sense that enough of her wanted to say yes. He stood and took her hand, pulling her to her feet. Picking up her purse, he handed it to her as he wrapped an arm behind her waist to escort her out.

  She hesitated, looking over her shoulder at her friend, who gave her a thumbs up.

  By the time he got her to his Mercedes, she seemed skittish, hesitating when he held the door for her, looking back up the street.

  “You’re safe with me,” he murmured.

  She folded her arms across her chest. “Look, maybe —”

  He circled an arm around her waist and pulled her body against his. “Are you chickening out?” he asked.

  She did not stiffen in his arms, but simply blinked up at him. “Yeah, I think so.”

  “I’ll tell you what. How about we drive your car? That way, you’re in control of when you leave.”

  She looked down the street. “I don’t actually have a car right now,” she said, but she had relaxed at the offer, as if he had allayed her worst fear of his being a psycho killer or rapist. “Where are we going, anyway?”

  “The Trump International Hotel. Have you ever been there? You’ll like it.”

  Her eyebrows raised and he knew he had impressed her.

  “Don’t worry. If you tell me to back off at any point, I will. I come on strong and I play a little rough but I know how to treat a lady.”

  Her eyes darted to his, as if trying to decipher what he meant by playing rough. He bent to kiss her, wanting to taste her full raspberry lips. She let him, kissing back a little, but remaining cautious.

  “Come on,” he said, leading her to his car. He held the door for her and helped her in. He climbed in on his side and started up the car. When he dived out into traffic, she white-knuckled the dashboard. “Relax. I’m not going to crash the car. I may drive aggressively, but I always know what I’m doing.”

  She gave a nervous laugh and eased her hands away from the dash. “Sorry. It’s not your driving. I just get nervous these days. This city has some crazy drivers.”

  “Where are you from originally?”

  “Kansas.”

  “How did you end up in the Windy City?”

  “I followed my first serious boyfriend out here. I was nineteen, just out of beauty school, and he fancied himself a comedian. He wanted to perform with Second City.”

  “Did he?”

  “Nope.”

  “How long did he last here?”

  She grinned. “Two and a half years. That’s one year longer than we lasted as a couple.”

  “But you stayed. You like it here?”

  “I love Chicago. I can’t imagine living anywhere else.”

  “Me neither.”

  “Were you born here?”

  “Yeah. First generation American.”

  “Your parents were from Sicily?”

  “Yep.”

  “Are they still around? I’m sorry — do you mind my asking personal questions?”

  “I don’t mind this question. Some I might,” he said, softening the words with quirked lips. “Both my parents are dead but I have a ton of extended family.”

  “I’ll bet,” she muttered.

  He gave her a raised eyebrow. “Don’t get sassy.”

  She looked surprised at the reprimand. “Touchy subject?”

  He nodded. “The Family is off-limits for conversation. For your safety and mine,” he said as he pulled into the parking garage for the Trump International Hotel and found a spot.

  She shivered at his warning.

  “Don’t worry, Lex,” he said, getting out and walking around to open her door.

  She climbed out before he reached it.

  “You’re safe. It doesn’t concern you and it won’t ever concern you. That’s the point of keeping it off-limits. Capisce?”

  She nodded, but he had a feeling he had lost her. She looked wary now, and partway shut down. Taking her hand, he led her to the lobby and asked for a luxury suite. The clerk gave him the keycard and directed them to the elevator. As soon as the door closed, he nudged her back against the wall, nuzzling and nipping at her neck.

  “Still nervous?”

  “No.”

  “Liar. I can feel you trembling,” he murmured in her ear. “Unless that’s desire?”

  She gave him a playful elbow in the ribs and he released her, taking her hand once more. “Come on, you have nothing to be afraid of,” he coaxed as he led her down the hall and unlocked the door.

  Chapter Two

  She tried not to look too impressed at the gorgeous luxury hotel suite, which was twice as big as the apartment she’d just lost. It had a separate living room complete with a marble fireplace and ten foot floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Lake Michigan. She stood at the window and looked down, awed.

  Bobby grasped her nape and pulled her close, kissing the side of her neck. “Have you relaxed any?”

  “A little,” she admitted.
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  He pressed the backs of his fingers over her heart, and it thumped to meet them, betraying her anxiety. “I never do this sort of thing,” she admitted.

  “I know,” he murmured, his expression warm and encouraging. “That’s one of the things I like about you.”

  “What else do you like?” she asked, unabashed at fishing for compliments, consider how thick he liked to lay it on.

  He picked up a section of her hair and ran it over his cheek. “Everything I’ve seen so far,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “I’m going to have a hard time holding back.” He traced her collarbone with the tip of his finger.

  “What does that mean?” she whispered.

  “Means I can’t wait to get you in the bedroom. Come on.”

  She took a deep breath and nodded.

  He smiled like a satisfied cat and led her down the hall, his hand in the small of her back like a gentleman.

  Once inside, he yanked her body against his, kissing her with an open mouth, lips bruising as his tongue plundered. His hands kneaded her ass. He dragged them upward, the fabric of her dress in his grasp, peeling it from her body in a single sweep.

  “Mmm,” he said, taking in her black and hot pink satin bra and matching panties. “I like those.”

  Relieved she hadn’t been caught in her cotton Wonder Woman panties with the holes worn at the seams, she flushed under his dark gaze. He slipped a finger under each strap of her bra and peeled the cups down slowly to reveal her breasts.

  He drank them in, appreciation evident, then grew impatient again, yanking the bra to her waist and crushing a hand over one of her breasts as his mouth bent to the other. He flicked his tongue over the tip of her nipple, then sucked it deeply into his mouth before releasing it abruptly and nipping with his teeth.

  She gasped, clawing at his arms from the brief pain he’d inflicted before he returned to pleasuring her. He moved so fast and with such confidence, it overwhelmed her senses, and her body melted into his touch. He stroked one hand down her belly, slipping inside the front of her panties where he brushed a finger across her dripping pussy. The shock of touch on her most sensitive parts made her moan.

  “Someone’s wet,” he murmured approvingly, the deep rich tones of his voice reverberating through every sinew of her body. He yanked her panties down at the same time he pushed her back onto the bed. Hoisting her legs into the air, he held her ankles with one hand and squeezed her ass again before he unbuckled his belt and kicked off his pants and boxer briefs.

  She stared when he pulled off his shirt to reveal rippling muscles under smooth olive skin. Her eyes slid lower, where his cock jutted out proudly, his erection impressive. She licked her lips, her heart skittering. No wonder he had confidence in his bedroom performance.

  He ripped open a condom and sheathed his length before he lifted her ankles up to his shoulders again and pressed into her. A voice in the back of her mind still warned that this was crazy, even dangerous, but her body didn’t care, his rough touch stoking her fire hotter and hotter. When he gripped the fronts of her thighs to yank her bottom against him, thrusting into the hilt, she gave a squeal of unexpected pleasure. He withdrew and repeated the action. It was a hard fuck — aggressive, pounding, and yet her body seemed to open to him, willing to give whatever he demanded.

  Though she normally didn’t orgasm with a partner, the situation had her wound her up. He brought her close to the edge until she was about to break, but pulled out before she crested. “Flip over,” he commanded gruffly.

  She almost laughed, not used to being ordered around during sex, not that it turned her off. Rather it reminded her that role was sexual servant, which appealed on some level.

  “I was just about to come,” she complained.

  “I know,” he said.

  The two simple words shot her into a dizzying state of lust.

  He knew.

  He had guaranteed her satisfaction back at the club, and despite what seemed like a self-centered encounter, he was paying attention. Her limbs trembled as she turned around, climbing further up the bed to lie on her stomach. He grabbed her thighs and yanked her back toward him, her legs finding the floor, her ass presented to him. A cry of need erupted as he pumped his hard cock into her slick channel. When he reached down and grasped both her shoulders to brace her for his pounding, she lost control. “Oh, God, oh yes, please!” she sobbed into the bedcovers.

  “Yeah!” he roared, slamming his cock deep inside her as she came. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, as wave after wave of release flowed through her.

  Her mind went blank, enjoying the sensation of complete surrender and satisfaction.

  After a few moments, Bobby brought her back, easing out of her and murmuring, “Thank you, Lexi. That was hot.” He stroked his hand down the length of her back, his touch light.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, too relaxed to move.

  He kissed her nape and moved away. She floated again until the sensation of a warm washcloth between her thighs brought her back to the moment. She was surprised at the gesture, not guessing Bobby to be the care-taking type. But no, despite the roughness, he had been an extremely sensitive lover, completely in tune with her. She wondered what he would have done if he’d found her dry and tense, as sometimes happened for her. Would he learn how to unlock her secrets as he claimed? It already seemed he knew them, because he’d just revealed something about herself she hadn’t known: she liked being used.

  He rolled her to her back and slid an arm under her to pull her the rest of the way onto the bed, climbing over her. As if to prove her theory, he was careful to pull her hair out from under her shoulders, somehow guessing her discomfort.

  * * * * *

  He kissed Lexi, cupping the back of her head to hold her in place. She responded, her lips soft and supple. When they pulled apart he settled beside her, stroking his hand up and down the curve of her hip. “So, are you in some kind of trouble?”

  She went still. “What do you mean?”

  “I get the feeling you wouldn’t normally do something like this. Gina introduced us for a reason. I’m hoping it’s not because you’re an informer.” He grinned when her eyes rounded and she shook her head. “You need something from me. What is it?”

  She opened her mouth but no words came out.

  “Is it money? Are you running from someone? Do you need protection?”

  She drew in a shaky breath. “No, not at all.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t ever lie to me, Lexi. It irritates me.”

  She blinked with wide eyes, but did not speak.

  He prompted, “Try it again.”

  Tears formed and he watched her struggle to keep them back. “I got evicted today,” she admitted, not quite meeting his eye.

  He nodded, unsurprised. He knew something had to be going on, because she was definitely not your usual bar floozy out to sink her claws into a rich guy. She seemed like a smart, normal girl who had never done anything like this in her life. Which added to her appeal. “Is your stuff still there, at your apartment?”

  “Yeah.”

  He got up and fished his phone out of his trouser pocket on the floor. “What is the address?” he asked, his thumb poised over the keypad.

  She lifted her eyebrows. “Why?”

  “Because, I’m going to get it back for you,” he answered impatiently, then raised his eyebrows to prompt her.

  “3650 E. Walnut, #254.”

  “Landlord’s name and number?”

  “Darrell Jones. I’ll get his number,” she said, rolling out of bed and padding back into the living room. When she returned with her phone, she looked nervous. “What are you going to do to him?”

  He laughed. “What do you want me to do to him?”

  “Nothing... I mean —”

  He chuckled again. “I was just thinking along the lines of paying him enough to open up the place and let me move your stuff out.”

  “Oh,” she said, looking embarrassed. “
Sorry. I just... don’t know how all this works.”

  “I’m just an ordinary guy, Lex. I work in real estate and new construction. I use family contacts to make deals, and I’m not above bending the law a bit to avoid paying Uncle Sam more than his fair share, but I’m not a criminal.”

  Her face flushed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

  “Come here,” he said, tugging her hand so she crawled back up on the bed with him. He kissed her. “I’m not offended. I think you’re cute.”

  She hid her face by looking down at her phone to find the landlord’s contact information, which she read off to him. He entered her cell number into his phone and gave her his.

  “Thank you,” she said, looking vulnerable. “I really appreciate it.”

  He put a finger under her chin and lifted it. “If things work out between us, and you become my sugar baby, I will handle all your problems. I always take care of what’s mine,” he promised.

  She gave a rueful smile. “You want me to owe you,” she said, recovering the sassiness he found so appealing.

  “Smart girl.”

  “So listen,” he said, standing up and pulling on his clothes. “Here’s some money to get you by until we get things worked out,” he said, dropping five hundred dollars on the dresser. “I will let you know how it goes with your landlord — whether I have to rearrange his face or not.” She looked up, and he winked. “Just kidding.”

  She laughed, a melodic, honeyed sound that warmed him. He truly did want to take care of her and her problems, because he could tell she didn’t deserve them.

  “I have an apartment where you can stay while we try things out. If you decide you can handle being my girl, you can stay indefinitely,” he said.

  She sat up, paying attention. “Really? That would be great, thanks.”

  “Are you cutting hair tomorrow?”

  She nodded. “Eleven to 6:00.”

  “Text me the name and address of your salon and I’ll pick you up after work.” He leaned over and gave her a kiss. “Feel free to order room service in the morning. Or tonight, for that matter.”