CHAPTER ELEVEN

Daniella

I’m not sure what had come over me, but I was suddenly a woman starved at a time-limited, all-you can-eat buffet. And I was getting my money’s worth. Which was a really shitty metaphor since it made Shane a hooker. I guessed he wouldn’t appreciate that, but I simply couldn’t get enough.

I concentrated on the fully erect—Wowsers, that was a great cock in front of me. Thick, long, hard, and standing at attention as though he hadn’t fucked me senseless just moments ago. And the body it belonged to. Holy hell. Like a sinful dream, he was cut and corded in muscles in all the right places.

He looked a bit taken aback that I’d dropped to my knees. I enjoyed putting that look on his face. The look which said holy shit what is this woman doing to me. Yes, indeed. I planned for him to wear that expression the rest of the evening.

After licking the pre-cum from the tip, I teased it for a moment before swallowing him whole to the back of my throat. I might not have a lot of talent or experience in the bedroom, but I’d discovered something when going down on my first guy in college. I’d been blessed by the blow job gods with no gag reflex.

“Christ, Daniella.”

It was music to my ears to hear a man like Shane say those words as if he couldn’t help himself. “Mmm,” I hummed, using my tongue to lubricate him while I gripped his base and then eased to the tip before swallowing him down again.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck.”

Sucking the tip, I gave him a few pumps with my hand. “Am I doing something you don’t like?”

He grinned and looked down, appearing half stunned and half amused. “Not even close, sweetheart. But here I thought I’d have to give you tips or something. I was very wrong.”

After teasing the crown and mouthing the head, I took him back down, forcing myself to breathe through my nose and relaxing my throat all the way. Gripping his impressively muscled ass, I bobbed on his length for a moment before realizing he was hesitating.

“Fuck my mouth, Shane.” Which kind of came out garbled because, you know—dick in my mouth and all. But he’d understood it enough to grip my hair and start to thrust.

“You’re gonna make me come. Tap me now if you don’t want it deep.”

The fact he was considerate enough to warn me made me want him even more. And when the first drop of salty cum hit my tongue, I found myself greedy for the taste. Greedy to swallow it all down. I capped it off with a slow lick from his base to the tip to ensure I got every last drop.

I looked up to see his shocked face.

“Where did you learn to do that?”

Smirking, I rose to my feet with a hand from him and then shrugged. “No gag reflex wasn’t really learned, but it does seem to get the boys excited.”

It was meant as a joke, but given the way his eyes darkened and the scowl etched on his face, I knew he wasn’t taking it as such. Then it was his turn to shock me when he gripped my hair and put his fingers back inside of me.

“You shouldn’t be thinking about anyone but me,” he growled in my ear and proceeded to  kiss down the column of my neck.

His possessive tone surprised me but not as much as it turned me on. “Then make sure I don’t.”

***

Shane

As a rule I didn’t sleep with a woman. As in fall asleep, cuddle, or stay until morning. Which is why it felt foreign to wake up with Daniella curled up next to me, her head on my chest, hair splayed over my shoulder, and legs entwined with mine. I told myself it was out of consideration that I didn’t wake her right away. In truth, I knew the moment I left this bed, whatever magic had started last night and bled into the wee hours would be gone.

One night. It’s what I’d been willing to give, and what she’d been willing to settle for. So then, why was I hesitating in getting up?

Extricating myself slowly, I moved from the bed and stood at the side looking down at her. She was stunning, with her flawless skin and beautiful lashes which framed the prettiest blue eyes I’d ever seen. And her entirely fuckable naked body was doing nothing for the little bit of resolve I still had to keep things at one night. I wanted more than anything to slide into her warmth and bring her to climax all over again.

I pulled on my slacks before I could give in to the temptation, telling myself I was doing the right thing. Since the cleaning crew would be coming in bright and early, I couldn’t leave her in one of the sex rooms to wake up. So I slipped on my shirt and shoes, gathered her things, and settled on simply wrapping her in a sheet.

There probably wouldn’t be anyone about this time of morning, especially on Christmas Day, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

She hardly stirred in my arms when I gathered her to me and lifted her off the bed. Earlier, she’d practically passed out after I’d fucked her into so many orgasms I’d lost count. God, this girl could come. Her body was a treasure chest of ways to make her climax.

I carried her out the door and down the hall to the elevator, not passing a single person yet knowing it was all on the security cam. Not that my guys would ever let on. Discretion was our business.

After taking her up to the bed, I set her gently in the middle of it, sighing with regret at letting her go. She stirred slightly but then curled up under the warmth of the blankets.

I had to fight the physical temptation to join her. The only thing that kept me from doing so was the fear that I’d send the wrong message—in neon. 

***

I slept a couple of hours at my loft apartment a few blocks away before returning to the club. Luckily, I didn’t need a lot of sleep to operate. Just some coffee, of which I grabbed a cup for Daniella, too. I was hoping to cut the awkwardness I was sure would be present this morning when I first saw her.

Scenarios floated through my head about how it would go, but ultimately, I knew if she brought up wanting another night, I’d have to let her down easy.

But when I went up the stairs, instead of finding her alone and waiting on me, I saw she had her suitcase in hand and was smiling up at Max.