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“WHOA, STEADY THERE, Fireball,” I say, taking in that perfect complexion again— only this time, it’s tinged with a blooming blush of pink. She’s still glowing, and my dick twitches in my pants when her big brown eyes quickly flash a heated look at me. She blinks and the heat is gone as fast as it appeared. I shift on my feet to hide the hard-on that’s growing. “And please call me Dante. Mr. Solis is usually one of my older brothers.”

She shakes loose from my embrace. “I won’t be calling you anything personable, Mr. Solis. I’m a professional,” she touts before pushing her way through the door.

Wow. I just can’t charm that woman. What’s wrong with her?

“Hey, Dante,” Miguel says, pushing my bag of food towards me. “Here’s your order. That’ll be $8.95.”

“Hey, Miguel. So, she lives in the neighborhood?” I ask, pointing in Ava’s direction and looking out the door to see if I can still see her. I hand him a ten dollar bill and slide my change back his way.

“Yeah, she comes in every Thursday for dinner. Sometimes she dines in, and sometimes she carries out. Either way, she’s the best part of my night, right there,” he whispers, ending his statement with a long sigh. I smile at that. He’s a nice guy, so Miss Ava must have some redeeming qualities.

I nod and wave goodbye, and push through the door looking in both directions to see which way she went. There she is, half way down the block. Her steps are slow as she looks in every shop window she passes, but she stops and stares in the window at the jewelry store. I watch her shoulders ease and her hands rise to the glass like she wants to touch what’s inside. She’s had three glasses of wine, and I start to wonder if she’s getting sleepy because she tilts her forehead to the window pane next. I’m just going to follow her and make sure she gets home safely, especially past the alley.

There have been several muggings back there over the past few months. That’s why we installed extra cameras on the street to pan around watching out for our patrons. No one will come to the club if they don’t feel safe in the neighborhood.

She eventually moves forward and walks to the corner, waiting on the pedestrian signal to cross. She hasn’t noticed me following her yet, thank God, but that’s also worrisome. What if someone bad was following her and she didn’t notice? Why the fuck am I even worried about this? Or her for that matter?

When I reach the jewelry store, I stop and look quickly at what she was seeing. It’s a necklace of two forks hanging from a silver chain. The tines are bent together making them look like they’re holding hands. Seems silly to me, but she’s a girl and they have crazy romantic notions. 

Love. It’s such a fucked up four-letter word. I much prefer other four-letter words like fuck and lust.

The light turns and she slowly strides across the street, stopping at the side of the first corner building. She digs in her purse for her keys and enters the door. I watch her turn and close it, and even pull on it to make sure it’s locked. Good girl.

Making my way back to the club, I enter the back entrance to our apartments. I’ve only got an hour for dinner, before I have to be back in my office with Perry’s new hire. I flip open my iPad and Google search ‘Ava Kimball, Miami Florida’, and am surprised when all of her social media pops up.  She’s very active on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and LinkedIn. She even has a few professional mentions with WHOT.

I click the images button and her face floods my entire screen. “Holy shit,” I whisper. I finger scroll several times and she’s still showing. There must be hundreds of photos here:  close-ups, full body images, pictures with friends smiling, laughing, running, climbing obstacles, playing volleyball in college, and they just go on and on. There’s one where she’s standing on the bow of a very large cigarette boat in a bright red bikini. She’s smiling and the wind is blowing her long hair behind her. Her stance is confident and strong. I quickly hit save and a notification fades in and out that it saved to my photos. I also hit save on the search and keep it for later.

God help me, she’s so damn gorgeous. My dick is hard again, so I push it down and re-adjust it in my pants. Fuck. I’ve got to get her out of my mind. Pitching my garbage in the trash, I stroll back out to the club and wait for Perry and his new hire to show. Fucking paperwork. It’s so monotonous.

I’m grateful when Perry and Jake find me early. The faster I can get this over with, the earlier I can start my personal time. And that will certainly involve a hot babe; I just don’t know which one.

We finish up within the hour and I make my way out to the VIP area. Thiago and Brooke are seated in his booth and he waves me over. I bend forward and kiss Brooke on the cheek before taking a seat next to her. “Hey, Love. When are you gonna realize he’s an old man and you need someone closer to your age?” I ask her.

“Never. I like my men sexy and mature, not sexy and immature,” she says, throwing a playful punch at my arm.

“Whoa! She got you there, little bro. Thanks, Sunshine,” Thiago laughs, kissing her hand that’s intertwined in his.

“Oh, please. Can we stop with the hand holding? What are we eight years old?” I ask grudgingly.

“Nope. I’m going to hold his hand until every woman in the world knows he’s mine,” she says teasingly.

“Possessive much?” I ask in return, smiling. They both know I’m teasing.

“It’s our united front. It shows the world I’m hers, she’s mine, and we go forth into this crazy life together,” he explains. “I don’t expect you to understand until you fall in love.”

“Which is never happening!” I blurt out a little too quickly because they both give each other knowing looks. “I might fall in lust, but love...nope. I’m not a white picket fence kind of guy.

“Who’s not a white picket fence kind of guy?” Mateo asks, as he and Cassee approach the table.

“Ah, great. Now I’m going to look like the third wheel. I’m out,” and I scoot across the bench seat to stand. I wink and kiss Cassee on the cheek before patting Mateo on his ass and leave.

“Fucking jokester,” he hollers at me. I throw him a beaming smile from across the dance floor.

I find a stool at the bar and Tito pops open the tab on my summer edition drink, knowing exactly what I want. I take a quick sip and set it down on the napkin.

“How’d you do that?” I hear a feminine voice ask.

I turn in that direction and there’s a beautiful Brunette sitting next to me, looking directly at me.

“Do what? Not order and still get a drink?” I ask.

“Yes, exactly. It took me ten minutes to get his attention,” she pouts.

“Really? Well, maybe I’m going to have to get Tito’s vision checked. To be fair though, he’s married. I think all married men are blind. It’s in their marriage vows.” We both laugh, but her face tells me she doesn’t believe me.

“Not all married men are blind. It’s a sad reality, but you must be single since you seem to have perfect vision,” she says, letting her hair fall over her shoulder to lie across her chest and arm. It grazes my arm as it cascades down, and my dick goes hard again. “Hi, I’m Allie.”

“Hi, I’m Dante. And to answer your question, I’m one of the owners here,” I concede. She raises her eyebrows to me and smiles, but all I can see is the low cut of her white dress. The neckline plunges down to her waist and the hemline is pulled tight across her tanned thighs. “Are you from Miami?”

“No. I’m from California. San Diego to be exact,” she says, sipping her Hurricane drink. “I’ve been here all week on a photo shoot. I leave tomorrow morning.”

The caffeine from my drink has finally hit my bloodstream and I feel like I need to move. “Well, Allie from Cali, do you dance?” I ask, taking her hand as we rise from our stools. She’s got these white heels on that emphasize the length of her legs, and all I can think of is that they’re the perfect height to lay her over the round table in my private room.

I escort her to the dance floor, and make sure we’re on the opposite side of Thiago and Mat. The DJ starts a mash up of new Top 40 songs, and Allie starts to grind on me cutting through the chase. Yes, in the short time I’ve been in Miami I have learned one thing, girls that come from sunny states are not shy. I thank myself every day for pointing to Miami. I live a great life.

A few songs go by and Allie admits to being breathless and needs a break. I guide her off the dance floor and ask a waitress passing by to send drinks, some water and a fresh Hurricane, to my private room.

“Can we go somewhere private?” she asks.

“We are. I just wanted to get us some drinks first,” explaining as we pass through the carpeted hallway to my room. Mine is the only private room that connects directly to my apartment. Another lucky straw I drew. I nod to Perry and Jake as we pass, but they both ignore us.

“Where are we going?” she asks, excitement in her eyes, or is that lust? She’s been caressing my arms and back as we walk. I’m as hard as a bullet that needs to be fired, and I’m ready for some target practice.

“I have a private room here in the back that leads to my apartment,” I tell her. “How does that sound?” We stop in front of my door, and I know she’s eager because she turns the handle wanting to get inside.  Before I can finish closing the door behind me, she starts untying the halter top of her dress and lets the long lapels fall down. Her breasts are pert and perfectly in place, nipples hard and pointing at me.

There’s a knock at the door and her face doesn’t flinch with any modesty. “Drinks,” I remind her. She shrugs her shoulders and turns to wander throughout the room, looking around at everything. I open the door and take the drinks, thanking the usher that brought them. Setting the drinks down on the table, I look up and she’s removed the remainder of her dress, strutting around in a white silk thong and her heels.

She reaches for the Hurricane, and takes a long sip. My dick springs up in my pants again just watching her lips enclose around the straw and sucking. As I watch her and get lost in my thoughts of her bent over the table, she moves to unbutton and unzip my pants, letting them fall to my knees. Her hand slides into my briefs and pulls my dick out, rubbing it up and down, and scratching at my balls with her well-manicured fingernails. I watch her lick the rim of skin between her thumb and index finger, getting it wet before reaching to stroke me. Now that’s a semi-professional woman there.

I close my eyes and lock my knees, because her hand feels so fuckin’ good. After a few moments, she tugs on my dick, causing my eyes to open and pulls me over to the table. Did she read my thoughts? Without any direction, she bends over and wiggles her ass at me. Yes, just like I thought— she’s the perfect height in those heels. I pull the little drawer out from the table and wrap a condom around me. She watches me with disinterest, I guess not caring if I used protection or not. I’m not crazy lady.

I slide into her heat, and melt. She’s fucking hot and wet like one of those tropical depression storms that roll through Miami this time of year. I latch onto her hips and grind into her, pounding into her over and over in a gentle rhythm. My balls start to slap her wet pussy as we pick up the pace, and broken moans escape from her lips. She licks her fingers and starts pulling on her own clit. I reach around and do that for her, because that’s one of my favorite things. I love feeling how fat and swollen pussy lips get when stimulated. Hers are nice and engorged for me. She wants to come bad, because she starts begging me for harder and faster movements.

I twist her hair and push it off her back, placing my palm down on the center of her back. I pump her harder and harder as a sweat breaks out on my upper lip. “Jesus, Ava. Come for me,” I plead, thrusting harder and harder. Her pussy is squeezing me tight. “Come on my dick, Ava. NOW! I want to feel you gush on me.”

“It’s Allie. My name is Allie,” she says, but I can’t hear her. My blood is pounding in my ears, and I’m focused on making her come.

“Fucking come, Ava. I’m not stopping until you come,” I demand. Heavy breathing fills the room. Grunts and growls escape from both of us. I slap then squeeze her ass, as she screams “Oh God, deeper please!” She licks her fingers and wets her clit again. I reach forward and pull on its hood, like I’m sucking it with my lips as my other arm reaches to tweak her nipples. Loud shrieks release from her throat as her pussy clamps down. Her orgasm peaks and she squirts on my dick, letting it drip down to the floor. Fucking hell, that’s a flood of an orgasm.

I pull out and pull the condom off me, tying it haphazardly before tossing it to the trash. “Stay there,” I command, and drop to my knees, running my tongue up her thighs and across her lips to collect her juices. I suck on her clit and take her mini-orgasms into my mouth. She’s so fucking wet. “Damn, Ava,” I say. “That was fucking phenomenal.”

“It’s Allie. I keep telling you my name is Allie,” she stomps her heels and I stop dead in my tracks with hearing her words.

“What was I calling you?” I ask. I honestly have no clue. I think back to a few seconds ago, but I’m a complete blank.

“You were calling me Ava,” she hisses with a slight irritation in her voice.

Fuuuck me. I did call her Ava. I can hear myself saying it now.