Drea

“Ladies, you all did a hell of a job on your first public performance at the club the other night, so I want to congratulate you on The Vixen’s show being a success.” Everyone in the room is smiling as we listen to Laz praise us. “With that being said, I saw a lot of room for improvement during that performance, and we’ll get to work on all our weak points this week.”

Laz passes out the folders with our itineraries for the week while we finish breakfast. One thing I’ve gotten to know about Laz is he very much likes to keep to a routine, and in turn, he likes to keep those around him on task as well. At first, some of the girls bucked at the idea, but soon everyone fell into line with it, and all Laz’s planning helps us get a lot done in a short amount of time because there’s not a lot of time to mess around.

“Stylist session?” Candace questions as she goes down her list. “We’re getting hair and makeup done?”

Laz sets the last folder down in front of Annamea. “Not exactly. I’m having a stylist come over and work with all of you so we can figure out a unified look for the group. Right now, we’re kind of a hodgepodge of styles. That shit needs to be cleaned up for marketing purposes. Each one of you will have a little bit of their individuality, but the overall feel of the group style vibe must be the same.”

Candace nods. “I completely agree. I can’t wait to see what look they come up with for me.”

“Me too,” Cam chimes in while he rests his chin in the palm of his hand while staring at my sister. “Something see-through would be nice.”

Candace rolls her eyes. “You’re such a perv.”

“Hey, I want to see you naked. I’m not afraid to admit that,” he tells her.

“In your dreams.”

“Every night.” Cam winks at her, and I chuckle.

I’ve got to hand it to the man. When he sets his sights on something, he doesn’t give up easily, no matter how many times Candace blows him off.

“This is so exciting,” Laycee says to me. “I bet they put you into something amazing since you’re the lead vocalist.”

I turn to where she flanks my left side. “I’m sure I won’t always be the lead singer. Laz just picked me for the first song.”

“Girl, who are you kidding? You’re the best singer in the group. Of course, you’ll always be our lead. You’re totally like our Beyonce.” She bumps into me and smiles.

I shake my head and laugh, but when I look across the table, Annamea doesn’t seem to find the situation funny. Her eyes narrow at me, and I swear it looks like she wants to punch me in the face. She’s never liked me since the first day Laz asked her to hand me the lyric sheet. I’ve done my best to get along with her, but she wants nothing to do with me, and her hatred of me is beginning to make me feel uncomfortable.

“I’ve got some lyrics and a beat I’m working on for our first single. Once Cam and I have the song perfected, we’ll get you all in the studio to record it. We’ve got one shot to present you to the world, so we have to make sure everything is on point.” Laz scans the faces in the room. “I expect everyone to continue giving one hundred and ten percent. I want this group to take over the fucking world.”

I grin as I find myself excited to dig in and work this week. Laz’s enthusiasm is contagious.

* * *

While the rest of the group heads off to morning vocal sessions with Mickey and Cam, I find myself locked in the dance studio with Laz. Being in this room with Laz has become my happy place. Sure, he kicks my ass by making me work hard and push myself, but it’s also where he’s been wrapping me in his arms and kissing me breathless for the past hour.

It’s quickly becoming one of my favorite rooms in the main house.

The bass booms through the speakers in the room as we sway to the beat. This time when Laz spins me around and presses his chest into my back, I don’t shy away from him. Instead, I smile and lean into him while I rock my hips in time with the music.

“This is all dancing is—letting go and moving. Feel more than just the beat,” Laz whispers into my ear. “Remember how you feel at this moment and put that into your dance routine.”

I turn my head to stare up at him. “You’re the only person I can be like this with.”

His large hands grip my hips. “Then always pretend you’re dancing for me.” He takes a step back away from me, and instantly, I crave the warmth of his body.

“Where are you going?” I ask, and my bottom lip juts out a bit, missing his warmth.

“We have to get you ready to perform on stage. It’s time to show me how much all these private lessons have paid off. I want to see some of those sexy dance moves.” He walks over, takes a seat in one of the folding chairs positioned across from me, and then crooks his finger. “Dance.”

The commanding tone of his voice causes my pulse to race beneath my skin.

He stretches his long, jeans-clad legs out in front of him as he leans back and throws his arm across the back of the chair beside him, making himself comfortable. “I’m waiting.”

At moments like this, I freeze up. It’s difficult for me to be the center of attention.

“Stop thinking and dance,” he orders. “Feel the beat and let loose like I know you can. I know you know how to use those sexy hips of yours.”

I take a deep breath and roll my shoulders back. Even though I’m scared to screw up, the thought of disappointing Laz after all the time he’s spent working with me frightens me more.

A new song plays—a slow and sexy one—and my heart flutters. “Naughty Girl” by Beyoncé seems appropriate, considering the lyrics describe how I feel like singing to Laz.

I count the beats in my head then move my hips. I raise my hands above my head and then slide my hand down my arm. Laz’s eyes rake over me, and the way he’s fixed his gaze on me makes me feel powerful and wanted.

My feet instantly launch into the steps I’ve been working on with the rest of the group and Laurie. It’s amazing how easy it is to let loose in front of Laz now. Before we started having sex, my movements were stiff because I was afraid. He intimated me. But now that I know him intimately, he doesn’t scare me. He makes me feel confident.

“That’s it, Drea,” he coaxes.

I bend at the waist and then slip my hands up my bare legs while I lock eyes with Laz. He readjusts his hips in his chair, and I can tell I’m getting to him.

I drop to the floor on my knees and flip my hair around. Our eyes connect and I crawl toward him. When I make it to him, I grip his knees in my palms. I swing my head, causing my hair to whip around before I jump up and spin around in front of Laz.

I plop my ass down in his lap and grind against him, feeling his erection trying to push through his jeans. His hands slip around my waist, and instantly, I grab them and pull them away from my body, needing to control the situation a little while longer.

“What are you doing to me, Drea?” His voice is strained, and I can tell I won’t be able to continue teasing him much longer before we both give in and take this little dance to the next level.

I hop up and turn around, straddling Laz’s lap. I rub my hand over my own breasts, and Laz grazes his teeth slowly over his lower lip. “You’re so damn sexy.”

My hands slip over his defined shoulders. “Right back atcha.”

His mouth is instantly on mine while his hands find their way under my shirt. Unlike the first time we were together, he’s not worried about taking things slow. This moment is all about pure, unadulterated lust. The shirt I’m wearing is over my head quicker than I thought possible, and I’m not sure how he even got my bra off so fast.

His greedy mouth sucks one of my nipples before he licks his way up to the sensitive flesh below my ear.

“I need to be inside you, Drea.” His husky words cause my toes to curl.

Yes. Please.

I kiss his lips as I work on unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He lifts his hips, and I stand up to work his jeans down while he goes to work shoving my leggings and panties down over my ass. I kick off my shoes and then shimmy the rest of my clothes off.

I sit back down and feel the pressure of his cock pressing against my clit. I move my hips, coating his shaft in my own desire.

“Drea…” His voice is strained. “You don’t know how much I want this, but we have to stop.”

My brow furrows as need still pounds within me. “Why?”

His head falls back and rests against the mirror behind him. “I don’t have a rubber with me.”

“Have you been with anyone without one?”

He sighs. “I wish I could tell you no, but to be honest, I don’t know for sure. There have been times I’ve been so high I didn’t know my own name, but I haven’t been with anyone other than you in months, and I’ve been tested.”

I cradle his face in my hands. “Can you pull out? I want this. I want you, and I trust you. I haven’t been with anyone other than you in two years, and I’ve been tested too.”

His thumb flicks over my pink puckered nipple. “You’re sure?”

I nod and then rock my hips against him. “Yes.”

He grabs my hips and steadies me as he thrusts his hips and enters me in one swift motion. “Holy fuck.”

I attempt to rotate my hips, but his fingers tighten into my flesh. “Shit, Drea. Don’t move. I need a minute.”

The idea of just being inside me has him already on the edge. That turns me on, and I suddenly don’t want to give up my control. I move my hips, pulling him out a bit before plunging down, taking him back inside.

When he finally understands I’m running the show, he relaxes back and watches me ride him. He reaches down between us and rubs my clit, causing my eyes to roll back.

This man has magic fingers.

“Come for me, Drea,” he commands.

Blood races through my veins, and my heart pounds inside my chest. All I can focus on is how damn good he’s making me feel and how I never want this to end.

Muscles clench all around him, and a euphoric wave of pleasure rushes through me as I come hard.

His lust filled eyes study my face as I fall back down from my high. “God, you’re beautiful.”

My fingers twist into the dark fabric of his T-shirt that covers his shoulders and I roll my hips. His mouth drifts open as his gaze drops down to where we’re connected. Laz watches intently as I work his cock in and out of me.

“Fuck,” he growls and I can tell he’s getting close. “That’s it, baby.”

He sucks in a quick breath as he lifts me off him. His fingers dig into me as a string of curse words fly from his mouth and cum squirts out of the tip of his cock against my thighs.

He wraps his arms around me and rests his forehead against my chest as he attempts to steady his breathing. He places a soft kiss on each of my breasts and then finally gazes up at me. “You’re amazing. I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you.”

I bite my lip as my fingers toy with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I feel the same.”

The lines between boss and employee have definitely been crossed, and I know it’s selfish of me, but I don’t care. Being with Laz is worth the risk. It’s not just about sex either. It’s him. He’s a remarkable human being, and he’s taught me so much about life, opening up, and believing in myself.

I’m so lucky to have found him. If I’m not careful, I can see myself falling hard for this beautiful man before me.