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McKenna had seen the man standing just two feet from her before, but for some reason, she’d never noticed how incredibly big Luke McCoy actually was. Nor did she realize how very small Sierra was.
And Cole... well, he was an entirely different specimen altogether. That man was obscenely attractive.
“Nice to meet you, McKenna,” Sierra said sweetly, extending her hand.
McKenna quickly returned the gesture, shaking the proffered hand before doing the same with Luke and Cole.
“So, I hear you’re doing an exclusive on the club,” Sierra mentioned, unabashed enthusiasm flashing in her eyes. “Have you met Samantha McCoy yet?”
McKenna wasn’t sure what the two had to do with one another, but she shook her head and then answered with a quick, “No”.
“Well, I’m sure she’ll be at the meeting this afternoon. She’ll be ecstatic to meet you. Sam is always talking about your magazine, or something you posted somewhere.”
McKenna could feel the intensity of Cole’s and Luke’s gazes as she stood before them. She wasn’t sure what they were sizing her up for, but she could clearly sense their hesitation. Trying to ignore them, she smiled at Sierra. “I’m looking forward to meeting her.”
“I presume Tag’s taking good care of you?” There was a hint of mischief in Luke’s penetrating gaze.
“He is.” Not quite as good as she would’ve liked, but that was more her hormones speaking than anything else. “Would you mind if I asked you a few questions, Mr. McCoy?”
McKenna couldn’t get over the fact that she was actually face to face with the owner of Club Destiny. Nor could she allow this opportunity to pass her by.
“Tomorrow,” Tag interjected. “I’ve scheduled some time for you and Luke to meet. He’s agreed to answer any questions you may have.”
Luke grinned and McKenna’s own body flushed. Apparently he didn’t have any illusions about who she was or what she was after in this case.
“Be gentle with him.” Cole laughed. “He’s a virgin when it comes to interviews.”
Luke McCoy and virgin in the same sentence? That made McKenna laugh, and everyone else for that matter. “I promise to go easy on him.”
“You look so familiar,” Sierra commented, making McKenna feel a tad bit uncomfortable. “It’s like I know you from somewhere.”
Yes, well, McKenna was pretty sure where Sierra knew her from, but she wasn’t going to be the one to say it out loud. “Maybe from my website? Or my magazine?”
“I guess...” Sierra still didn’t seem convinced, and McKenna hoped no one else said anything.
Tag’s eyes narrowed on her, and McKenna saw the recognition in his eyes. She wasn’t embarrassed of her past, but had she been old enough to know better, she was fairly certain she wouldn’t have made the decision to pose nude. But that was back then and she was a different person now, having explored her sexuality in various ways, including posing nude for one of the nation’s most highly rated men’s magazines. She had learned to ignore the constant stares and frequent double takes because more often than not, that was how she was recognized.
“Do you mind if I steal McKenna for a bit?” Tag asked, obviously assisting to divert the conversation.
“Not at all. I hope to talk to you more this afternoon.” Sierra smiled sweetly. “And I’ll have to introduce you to Sam. She’s going to love you.”
The comment caught McKenna off guard, but she managed to conceal it easily. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“I’ll take you home.” McKenna heard Cole say to Sierra as they walked away and the soothing sound of his voice as he spoke to the woman he loved had McKenna wishing for something she’d never wanted before.
Maybe it was the man standing beside her; the one who actually took her hand in his as they walked up the steps leading to the second floor and the private rooms of Club Destiny.
Once on the other side of the doors, McKenna was stunned when she was suddenly pushed up against the wall, Tag’s hard body pressed intimately against her. She barely had time to catch her breath before his mouth descended on hers, their hands instantly groping one another as though they’d been forced to be apart for the last couple of hours, rather than by choice.
When he finally pulled back, she was reluctant to let him go, but McKenna opened her eyes and got lost in eyes the color of a forest after a spring rain. “What was that for?” She was still breathless, but she was at least coherent. She wasn’t so sure she had been when she’d given herself over to the most passionate kiss she’d ever known.
Well, aside from the one in her office.
“I’m having a damn hard time keeping my hands off of you,” he growled, nipping her ear with his sharp teeth.
“Well, whose fault is that?” she whispered as she tilted her head to the side, hoping he’d use those teeth on her skin.
“I don’t know what it is about you, McKenna...” Tag trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck, sending shards of pleasure ricocheting through her body like she’d been hooked up directly to an electrical current. She didn’t know what it was either, but whatever it was, she did not want it to end.
Taking her hand, Tag quickly pulled her down the hall, her heels clicking on the slate tile floor, echoing through the long narrow corridor. When they passed Tag’s private room door, she bit her bottom lip. She hadn’t ventured anywhere other than his room, and she was torn between wanting to see what else went on behind those secured doors and wanting Tag to strip her naked and have his wicked way with her.
When they approached a large, open room at the end of the hall Tag slowed. Walking in the room, McKenna noticed that there was no one else in there other than the two of them.
“Playroom.” His words rang in her ear as she glanced around, noticing the elegant decor and expensive furniture.
“What do you do in the playroom?” she dared to ask.
“Anything you want.”
“So others can come in here at any time?” The thought intrigued her, but for some reason, McKenna had conjured up a more wicked image of Club Destiny than just this.
“They do.”
“Is this the only room?” She wondered what all of the fuss was about if this was the only playroom they had.
“They don’t have themed rooms here,” Tag commented, staring down at her. “And trust me; this room sees plenty of action.”
“It doesn’t seem to be seeing anything at the moment,” she responded, still trying to wrap her mind around it.
“Oh, darlin’, that’s where you’re wrong.” Tag’s mouth was once again closing in, and McKenna welcomed the persistent press of his warm, firm lips on hers. Sliding her arms around him, she pulled him closer and then gripped the back of his sexy, bald head. God she loved his beautiful, smooth head.
Within seconds the air crackled with ignitable heat as Tag devoured her, his tongue insistently pressing into her mouth, dueling with hers while he held her body as close as physically possible. When he broke the kiss long minutes later, they were both out of breath.
“I want to see your mouth on my cock, McKenna.”
The words weren’t a request, and she knew it. She couldn’t help but revel in the intensity of his tone, the demand in those striking, all knowing eyes, and the zing his words inflicted deep down low.
He was going to let her touch him, and McKenna damn sure wasn’t about to let another opportunity pass her by.
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Tag wasn’t sure why he tortured himself for so long. The sweetness of McKenna’s mouth was like a drug, the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips like an addiction he had no chance of kicking. He wanted her.
Right here.
Right now.
The playroom was empty, but that didn’t make a damn bit of difference to him. It could’ve been filled wall to wall with people and he would still want to see her on her knees with his cock between her soft lips as she sucked him. Taking her hand, he led her to a black leather sofa, putting his hand firmly on her shoulder and pushing her until she was sitting before him.
With his eyes locked on her expressive face, he eased the button on his slacks from its mooring before sliding down the zipper.
“Take what you want from me, McKenna,” he ordered her, ensuring she heard the command in his tone.
Tag could see the passion in her eyes, the need to be dominated, the need to be forced to do something out of character for her. He might be selfish in his abrupt pursuit of her, but he was going to ensure she got what she needed, as well.
When her deft fingers slipped inside the waistband of his slacks, Tag had to hold his breath. She gently scraped her fingernails along the sensitive skin of his lower abdomen as she easily lowered his pants until they were at mid-thigh. From the second she freed his cock, Tag knew this little stunt was going to require more willpower than he’d ever had to muster.
With his eyes fixated on her fingers, he watched as her nails raked along the spot where his leg met his torso, then lower until she was gently gliding over his balls, causing his cock to throb as it stood at full mast between them. He wanted her fucking mouth on him, wanted to watch while she blew him until he came with a vengeance.
There wasn’t a thing she could do that would make him last longer than a few minutes, but he fully intended to enjoy every single second. One perfect fingernail trailed along the underside of his cock, then teased the flared head, before moving back up his shaft.
Pure fucking torture.
He’d already insisted that she take what she wanted, so he couldn’t very well tell her to wrap her mouth around his dick, but shit, he wanted to. Instead, he kept his mouth closed, his teeth clamped firmly together as he watched her pale fingers torment his swollen cock.
When her eyes darted up, meeting his, Tag saw the hunger reflected in them and he swore he’d never seen that much want in his entire life. It was a fucking turn on like no other to see the unobstructed lust in her eyes, and to know that McKenna didn’t make excuses for what she wanted.
Her eyes returned to her task, her fingers wrapping around his cock, gripping him tightly and slowly sliding down, then back up, her tongue darting out and swiping the oversensitive head of his cock.
Fuck.
There was no denying how fucking hot she made him, but this was out of this world erotic. She wasn’t rushing, and she wasn’t doing this solely for his pleasure. McKenna was giving him the hand job of the century, and Tag was never going to forget this moment.
One hand eased between his thighs, cupping his balls before kneading them with just enough pressure to have the breath lodging in his throat. He exhaled on a groan, wondering whether it was actually possible to die from too much pleasure.
Then, she used the flat side of her tongue to ease along the hypersensitive underside of his cock, her head tilted to ensure he had a perfect view of every move she made. He groaned, unable to control himself because holy fuck, he was going to come before she ever took him into her mouth.
Sweet fucking ecstasy is what it was.
By the time she slid her lips around his cock, Tag was sweating and on the verge of losing control. She tortured him with her tongue, sucking him fully into her mouth, wrapping his dick in velvet warmth.
“Fucking suck me, McKenna.” Tag was on the verge of being rendered deaf and dumb by the paralyzing pleasure and he knew he couldn’t take much more. “That’s it, baby. Let me fuck your mouth.”
Gripping her hair, Tag began thrusting forcefully past her lips, the vibration of her soft moans ricocheting straight through his balls until he was damn near blind with the need to come down her throat.
“Fuck,” he growled the word, unable to slow his pace; her fingers gently caressing his balls as her mouth bathed him in moist heat. “Aw, fuck, baby. I’m gonna come. Fuck yes!”
It was all he could do to remain standing as his orgasm ripped through him, shattering his mind in the process and leaving him feeling... something.
Something he was pretty damn sure he didn’t want to feel.