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  I shrug my shoulders before grinning.

  “I told you, I needed to let off some steam when we got here and she is the answer for that. If you don’t need me any longer, I have a pussy to go claim for the night.” I raise an eyebrow at him and he just shakes his head. “Oh and I suggest you guys clear out of here unless you want to watch.”

  It’s a little after two a.m. when I finally get to the club. I had to shower and shave in anticipation of tonight, so it took me way longer to get out of my hotel room. I know she was playing hard-to-get when she left earlier, but I will get my way and have her in my bed again. Only this time, I’m not letting her out until I have to get ready for the show. A few hours won’t be enough and I’ll need plenty of time for what I want to do to her next.

  Walking into the club, I see Elias standing by the bar. He’s got his eyes on something and when I look over to the left, I see her bent over talking to someone. She’s got her hand on the guy’s shoulder and she’s leaning awfully close to him.

  Jealousy takes root in my stomach and I hate the feeling that it leaves as she pulls away and walks off toward the bar across the room.

  I make my way across the building and come up right behind her. I know I should have brought her phone with me, but I needed a sure reason for her to have to come back with me tonight. I press my chest and dick against her back. I feel her body tense slightly before melting into mine.

  She looks over her shoulder at me and raises a hand, sticking it in front of me. Instead of giving her what she wants, I spin her around and press my mouth down on hers, claiming her lips just like I’ve been dying to do all day.

  Her hands grip my biceps and she digs her nails into me, turning me on even more.

  “Phone,” she says when I finally pull my mouth off of hers.

  “I don’t have it with me. Looks like you are going to have to come back to the hotel with me again.” I can’t hide my smirk as she stares at me like I’ve lost my mind.

  “No. I’m not going back to your place tonight to do another walk of shame. Go get it and come back.”

  I raise an eyebrow at her in amusement. She thinks she can boss me around, but she has another thing coming.

  “Drop off your drinks and meet me in your office in five minutes.”

  She purses her lips before pushing me back enough so she can get away from me. There is no way in hell I’ll let her tell me what to do and she is going to learn that the hard way tonight.

  Chapter 15

  Jericho

  I already know that he isn’t going to take my bossy attitude the way I want him to. He is a man that always has things go his way and I know this scenario is no different. Huffing out and calling him every name I can think of in my head, I make my way to the table in the VIP section that I have drinks for. Bending over slightly, I reach over and set the drink for one of the men in front of him and he gives me a devious grin before slipping me a tip.

  Setting the next drink down, the guy reaches out to grab my ass, but I move just quick enough to not let him touch me. My luck, Wren is going to be watching me and it will make him that much more rough with me in my office.

  He is only here for one thing, I already know that. I should just say screw it and just forget about my phone since it’s not like anyone important calls me anyway, but I can’t. Part of me is dying to go back into my office to see Wren again even if it’s just for a minute or two.

  Walking with my now empty tray toward the bar, I set it down on the tabletop before making my way to my office with my head held high. If I don’t get anything else out of this little meeting with Wren, at least I know that those guys back in the VIP were flirting with me and could be interested in a night alone with me, not that I would really take anyone up on their offer.

  I still don’t sleep with patrons, well, except for Wren.

  Wrinkling my nose at that thought, I pull the curtain to the side and take a deep breath. My office door is closed and I know what is waiting for me on the other side of it. Wren. He is going to drive me insane with just one look and I’ll all but strip down to my birthday suit just because he grinned at me.

  I am so fucking screwed.

  With my hand on the doorknob, I straighten my shoulders and give myself a little pep talk.

  No sex in my office. I am only going to force him to give me my phone back and then go back to work. No sex. No sex. No sex. Ah fuck, who am I kidding, as soon as he gives me that damn look I’m going to melt into a puddle at his feet.

  Before I can finish my pep talk, the door opens and I fall into a hard body.

  “Shit,” I grumble when hands grab me and keep me from hitting the ground.

  “I thought that I was going to have to drag your sexy little ass in here after all.”

  He grabs my arm and pulls me in the room, not giving me a chance to say anything or even try to run the other way. He shuts the door then backs me up against it.

  His scent envelops me and I swear that it’s like a little slice of heaven. No man should ever smell this good.

  “Are you sniffing me, Jericho?” His voice is full of humor, but I am clearly not laughing.

  “No, I was thinking of ways to murder you where you stand,” I sass back.

  He is so arrogant sometimes that it drives me insane. I don’t even know what to do right now and judging by the amused expression on his face, he thinks this is funny.

  “Where is my phone?” I ask putting my hand on my hip. He leans in closer to me and gets so close that if either of us moves, our lips will be pressed together.

  “I already told you how to get it back.” That stupid smug grin is back in place and I want to knee him in the nuts right now, but I don’t. Part of me doesn’t want his dick to not work after everything he did to my body and what I still want him to do to me.

  One of his hands goes to my throat and he squeezes gently. My lips part at the sensation that it brings and I want to say something, but I don’t. I love when a guy chokes me. Something about the power that is withheld from the person being choked is hot as fuck to me.

  He squeezes a little harder and my eyes close as I reach out and grab onto his hips, trying to pull him closer, but he doesn’t move. He just continues to watch me as he puts more and more pressure every few moments.

  I’m getting so turned on by this that I can feel my wetness start to run down my thighs. I try to squeeze them together, but he puts his booted foot in between my legs forcing me to keep them apart. I whimper when I start to get a little light-headed.

  He doesn’t say a word; he just releases his grip on my neck and claims my mouth.

  He kisses the shit out of me and when he finally pulls away, I can barely stand on my own. Everything about him makes me weak in the knees and I don’t like that one man can do that to me. He shouldn’t affect me the way that he has been. Part of me wants to get off this roller coaster while the other part of me just wants to hold on tighter and put my hands in the air as we hit the next drop.

  His lips trail along the side of my jaw and he whispers what he wants to do to me right now.

  “If you weren’t at work right now, I would put my hand on your throat again and squeeze until you were getting barely any air before slamming into your tight cunt and fucking you like a starved man. Hell, I want to still take that ass of yours too.” He nips at my jaw before biting my earlobe, his breath heating my body even more.

  “If another man tries to touch you tonight, I’ll break his hands.” A shiver runs down my spine and I move my head to the side, giving him access to my neck. He nips his way to the column of my throat, sucking and biting my skin before spinning me around and pressing me face first into the door.

  His hands slide up my body and it doesn’t take me long to start moaning out his name. His hands are roaming all over my body and the only thing that I can think of now is the feeling of him inside of me and how I’m craving it right now.

  “Please,” I all but beg.

  I hate beggin
g, but he is one that I will gladly beg him to fuck me.

  “I love hearing you beg. I want you to pull that sexy skirt up over that sweet ass of yours and bend over to touch your ankles,” he whispers in my ear before sucking my earlobe into his mouth, biting it hard enough to leave a sting of pain.

  As soon as he releases me, I step away from the door and do as I’m told. Reaching down, I grab the hem of my skirt and start to slide it up my legs slowly. Wren takes a step back and puts his hand to his chin, watching me as I move the tight fabric up my thighs an inch at a time.

  My eyes scan over his body as I get my skirt to my hips and uncover my ass and pussy for him. I can already see how hard he is through his tight jeans and I have to remind myself to do as he says instead of going to him and running my hand over his dick.

  Once I get my skirt up all the way, I face the door and bend over, touching my toes.

  His sharp intake of breath tells me I’m doing something right and I know he can see just how wet he got me with the choking play he started with. I can hear him move in the room and I see his shadow start to get closer. The crack of his hand on my skin sets me on fire in a way that I didn’t think possible. My body sways from the impact, but I do my best at staying in the same position.

  “Fuck, you surprise the hell out of me Jericho. I love a woman who does as she is told.”

  His hand comes down on my ass again and a small moan falls from my mouth. With each hit, I’m getting even more turned on and God, I just want him to put me out of my misery. I just want to feel our bodies pressed together.

  Smack. Smack. Smack.

  The echoing of his hand slapping against my skin is music to my ears, but the moment I hear him start to undo his jeans, it feels like heaven on earth.

  He hits me once more before he grabs both of my hands, holding them behind my back and sliding his dick through my wetness.

  “Fuck, there are so many different things I want to do to you right now. I want to slam into your cunt, but I also want to go balls deep right here.” His finger probes at my ass and I have to close my eyes at the sensations that he is pulling from me.

  He doesn’t give me much time to enjoy the feel of him behind me before he guides himself into my pussy. I continue to hold my hands on my ankles as he grabs my hips with his hands using me as leverage to slam in and out of me at a rougher than normal pace.

  Each thrust gets harder than the one before and it doesn’t take long before I’m stumbling forward with each one, my heels slide on the wood flooring. He leans his body over mine and I can feel the fabric of his shirt still on him. He wraps an arm around my body, starting to use my shoulder for leverage. At least this keeps me from almost falling every thrust. Just as I feel my pussy clench in anticipation of coming, he pulls out of me and slaps my ass once, harder than before.

  I whimper at the loss of him, but I don’t dare say a word. I want to come and the only way that will happen is if I do as I’m told and just let him control the show. His fingers probe my ass again and it doesn’t take him long before he’s pressing his finger against my tight hole.

  Once he loosens me up enough, he exchanges his fingers for his dick and the moment he presses himself into me, I moan out loud.

  I’ve never been one for anal sex and always said no when someone offered me a night of anal sex. The thought of it freaks me out slightly, but right now I don’t care. The feelings he is pulling from my body right now are a hundred times more amazing than anything else I’ve ever done. Whatever his secret it, he needs to teach every man in the state of Nevada so that I can get some once he leaves.

  He reaches forward when he starts to move in and out of me. His fingers wrap around my throat, pulling me up slightly and fuck, it feels so damn good.

  “Wren,” I pant out. He doesn’t say anything, but he continues to thrust in and out of me. His fingers tighten around my throat and I know that he’s getting close. His other hand reaches around me to rub my pussy, triggering my orgasm.

  “Oh God,” I moan loudly just as the door opens and Elias walks into the office.

  Wren doesn’t stop his rough treatment of me as he continues to thrust in me, not giving a damn that my boss is now in my office while he fucks me dirty.

  “Fuck Jericho,” he groans as he empties himself inside of my ass.

  He pulls out of me and I look up slightly to see Elias’ eyes narrowed at me. He looks even more pissed than before.

  Just fucking peachy.

  Chapter 16

  Wren

  Looking up, I see Elias standing there staring at Jericho and I. Part of me gets off on it and the other part knows that he is going to fire her tonight for this.

  He wants her like you wouldn’t believe and I’m the one who has his dick inside of her.

  His face gets red and I run my hand over her ass before smacking it once more for a dramatic effect. His attention moves from her to me and I just grin back at him. I could care less if he’s pissed. He’s known me a long time and me being balls deep in a girl I like is not something new. He’s caught me fucking more women than he would ever admit to, so I don’t see why he is surprised right now.

  Jericho still doesn’t move, it’s almost like she is frozen in place where she is. I like having her submissive to me. I like knowing that she will do what I say without questioning me. His eyes narrow at me and I just grin.

  “You gonna stare at us for much longer, or can you get the fuck out?”

  He moves back from us and stands there for a few more seconds before he walks out the door, closing it behind him. I run my hand up her thigh before slowly pulling out of her. Leaning back over her, I run my lips along her neck before pulling her body up flush with mine.

  “So fucking perfect,” I murmur in her ear.

  She melts into me but doesn’t say a word about Elias or what we just did. Pulling her skirt back down her ass and thighs, I get her all put back together before working on my own jeans.

  Her eyes are on the ground when I’m finished tucking myself back into my jeans and buttoning them closed.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask when she still refuses to look at me.

  “He’s going to fire me, isn’t he?” She looks at the door before turning her attention to me.

  I motion her over with a finger and she comes to me slowly, looking up at me with sad eyes. I run my fingers along her jaw before cupping her cheek.

  “To be honest, yeah. He’s pissed that I’ve had you and he hasn’t.”

  She frowns and I know that there is going to be nothing that I say to make her feel better about this shit.

  Do I regret it? No, I don’t one bit. I like fucking her and nothing would have stopped me. I’m one of those not caring about the consequences kind of guys. I don’t give a fuck who I hurt most days, but something about this is eating away at me. I don’t like seeing her sad and I will do anything in my power to make her smile again.

  “If he fires you, I will help you get a new job.”

  She doesn’t say a word; she just continues to stare at me like I’ve lost my mind or something. I’m not exactly sure why I just offered to help her find a job other than I’m partly to blame if she loses this one.

  I’ve never cared before, so this tells me something. I don’t know what yet, but I hope to figure it out soon.

  A knock on the door interrupts us from saying anything more to each other and I release her face before making my way to open the door. Elias just stares daggers at me from the hallway and I clench my fist next to me twice before I walk out the door and force him back a few steps, shutting the door behind me.

  “What now?” I growl.

  I’m tired of his shit right now and the only thing I want to do is take Jericho back to my hotel room for another round or six. Something about her makes me want to fuck the shit out of her every moment of the day and I have no fucking idea why.

  “She’s done. I won’t take this disrespect from you or her. Tell her to pack her shit and get the
fuck out of my club.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. He’s trying to be a hardass when we both know that it isn’t him. He’s a pussy who sleeps with the women who work for him and when he doesn’t get his way, he kicks them out the door. He’s always been like this. I shake my head at him, but he continues running his mouth.

  “You think you’re so high and mighty just because of your career. You are just a washed-up musician who won’t do shit anymore.”

  I can’t help but laugh at his insult.

  “Yeah, sure I am. That’s why my band is going on tour in other countries before releasing our new album and heading out on a US tour after that. Keep telling yourself that I’m just a has-been when we both know it’s you that is washed up. You can’t even score with the manager of your club.”

  His face turns red again and he looks like he’s ready to swing at me, but Enver comes through the curtain with Seth.

  “Fuck you, Wren! You don’t know shit. I have been bagging that stupid bitch for years before you showed up. Just because all of a sudden she thinks she’s too good for me doesn’t –”

  I don’t let him finish that sentence.

  I swing my arm around and clock the sorry son of a bitch for what he just said about Jericho. I know for a fact that she hasn’t slept with him at all. I saw how fucking scared she was when he tried to push himself on her last night.

  Enver and Seth get between us when Elias stands back up at his full height and comes at me. Enver pushes me back as I try to go after that dick again.

  “Chill,” he grumbles at me.

  Enver is typically all about fucking people’s shit up when they deserve it, but he also knows that we have a show tomorrow and I can’t get arrested or anything, not that I think Elias would call the cops on me anyway.

  “Fuck you, Wren. You are dead to me,” he yells over Seth’s shoulder at me. “Take your fucking whore and get the fuck out of my club.”

  I flip him the bird, ignoring his little bitch fit he’s now throwing.

  I start to walk toward the door to get Jericho and he tries to launch himself at me again, causing Enver and Seth to team up on him and push him back down the hall toward his own office. Opening the door, I see the tear-streaked face of Jericho. I know she heard the whole fucking thing and I hate that she did. Knowing that she’s hurting is killing me. I want to do something, anything to make her happy again.