Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Her heart sank when he hesitated for far too long. She couldn’t imagine the fear she’d experience if she had a sibling fall down the drug rabbit hole.
“I hope for Sloane’s—and Decker’s—sake she is,” he answered. “Unfortunately, if she’s found alive, she might be too far gone for her to ever get clean.”
“Oh my God. I’ve seen dancers completely ravaged by drugs. Both Laura and Mel were careful about culling them from The Pit’s stable because they didn’t want that kind of reputation for the club. They could get their job back once they were clean, but not a minute before since Laura had zero tolerance when it came to that. Drug use can be like a virus and spread. Nobody wants to watch a stripper so high she’s like a zombie.”
“Some of those new dancers are just like that.”
“It could be because of drugs or it could be just that they don’t give a shit. But now I wonder if the Demons are providing them with more than pot to keep them dancing.”
“Could be.”
“Damn,” she whispered. “That makes me hate them even more and I wasn’t sure that was possible.”
“The reason I’m telling you this, besides asking you to keep your ears and eyes open for T-Bone and Sadie, is that you might see me coming into the club to make buys.”
“Ah. And here I thought you were coming in to see me,” she teased.
“You’re the bonus, Phire. I always want to see you. But, to be honest, I prefer not to share you with a roomful of men when you’re naked.”
“You want to keep me for yourself.”
“Well, not like a psycho.”
A laugh bubbled up her throat. “Good to know.”
“Now speaking of naked… Did you want any more Pabellón Criollo?” He jerked his chin toward her now empty plate.
What did being naked have to do with dinner?
Oooh. She shook her head and a wide smile crossed her face. “I think I’m ready for dessert.”
“You’re not the only one.”
Chapter Eleven
As she lay completely naked on her belly in the middle of his bed, she fisted the towels underneath her. Towels he’d laid out long before they made their way up the stairs after dinner.
She approved of his type of “dessert.”
On the bed by her hip sat the bowl of sliced strawberries. On his nightstand, the aerosol can of whipped cream, even though he hadn’t broken that out yet.
Rez had carefully placed a thin slice of the berries about every inch down the indentation of her spine—from her neck all the way to the top of her ass crack—drawing a shiver from her as the chilled fruit hit her warm skin.
Once he was done doing that, he worked his way back up, picking them up just as slowly as he placed them by only using his mouth. His short, rough beard tickled her as he went. His lips brushed along her skin and his tongue left behind a damp trail where he tasted her.
The loose blindfold was a nice touch. It forced her to concentrate on his actions by using all of her heightened senses other than sight. Because of that, what she heard indicated he wasn’t spitting the strawberries out but actually eating each one.
“I never want to eat dessert any other way again.” His deep rumble vibrated right down to her center.
She fought a shudder. “I don’t want you to, either,” came her very breathy response. She had to hand it to the man for creativity.
As his lips skimmed over one spot then the other, she struggled not to squirm and knock off the fruit. He might only be eating strawberries off her body, but, damn, she felt like she was being worshiped with every bite he took.
This man was full of surprises. Good ones. Unlike some men she’d been with in the past who’d been full of bad ones. She was usually good at sniffing out those men, but some managed to slip through. Especially when she was younger and let her desire make her decisions instead of her brain.
Once the strawberries along her spine were eaten, he started at the top of her neck and oh-so-damn-slowly licked away some of the stickiness on his way back down.
The tip of his tongue teased the top of her crease for a second or two before the shift of the bed indicated he was reaching for the bowl again.
She hoped he left enough for her to do the same with him.
One by one, he laid out the slices on her ass. Making a…
Smiley face on each cheek?
She smothered her giggle as she confirmed, it was indeed two smiley faces.
She really liked how playful he could be. Sex didn’t always have to be serious, it could be fun. And even messy. Rez was making sure it was both tonight.
After taking his time eating the smiley faces, he separated her cheeks and tucked a few slices into her ass crack. Having his face pressed there, with his warm breath and his exploring tongue, made her clit quiver.