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  The only other thing she couldn’t seem to resist besides a challenge was Joshua’s voice and the mesmerizing play of his fingers.

  As if reading her thoughts, he stretched out a hand to her and gave her a smile as smooth as jazz. “Come here,” he repeated. Only this time, his voice was soft, full of promise and seduction and sin. Just as it was when he sang.

  She slid both feet to the floor and stood. Keeping her eyes on his face, she moved around the corner of her desk until she stood in front of him.

  “Sit on the edge of your desk,” he ordered.

  She raised her eyebrow at the tone, not that he noticed, then sat. “Well?”

  He shifted his chair forward, pushing her thighs apart. “Put your feet here,” he requested, patting the sloped armrests of his chair.

  Alina complied, mesmerized by that voice, the promise of his fingers. The balls of her feet balanced on the edge of each armrest as her thighs fell open for him. She briefly wondered how long she could keep her balance like that, then decided she’d hold the position for as long as it took.

  Pure challenge filled his grin. “Why don’t you lean back? You’ll still be able to see what you need to see.”

  She snorted in response and was rewarded with a low chuckle. “I promise, I won’t let you miss any of the show.”

  She didn’t know what she expected him to do next. Certainly not make her wait. She watched his hand, strong, long-fingered, sweep over her boot. From the pointed tip to the stiletto heel, back up over the laces to her knee.

  “I’ve become very tactile,” he told her as his hands skimmed up her knees. “This is the way I see.”

  She had to swallow before she could speak. “All right, you’re free to look all you want.”

  His fingers stroked over her thighs. “Just look?”

  Little electric pulses zinged through her, heightening her need for him. “God, I hope not.”

  “Good.” His hands moved over her skirt. “Wow, that is a blink of a skirt, isn’t it? No wonder those guys were screaming at the foot of the stage.”

  “You had your share of screaming fans,” she felt compelled to remind him. “I think a few of them lost their panties.”

  His fingers dipped between her thighs. “So did you.”

  Alina’s heart triple-beat as his thumb brushed over her pussy. Desire ramped up another notch as she whispered his name. The whisper became a gasp of protest as he continued “looking” at her, rising from the chair as his palms skimmed up the front of her Chinese brocade corset.

  “May I?” he asked, his fingers hovering over the hooks running down the front.

  “Please.”

  He took his time unhooking the busk, working his way from top to bottom. She took a deep breath as he eased the corset away from her breasts, then lost it again as he lowered his head to brush his lips across her belly button.

  She thrust her fingers into the lush thickness of his hair, closing her eyes as his lips roamed up her belly to her breastbone, leaving fire in his wake. So focused was she on his lips that she gasped with surprise when he cupped her breasts.

  “Joshua.” Her head lolled back as the string-roughened pads of his fingers stroked over her already hard nipples, tightening them further. His mouth warmed her skin as his lips traced her throat, her chin, her cheek.

  Finally, oh God, finally his right hand slid down her belly to stroke her clit. “Kiss me, Alina,” he demanded. “Kiss me like you did onstage.”

  She curved an arm around his neck and plastered her mouth to his, kissing him with everything she had. She’d been on a slow burn and he’d just thrown kerosene on the fire. His tongue slid against hers, imitating his fingers sliding into her pussy, thrusting boldly, retreating, thrusting again.

  Then his thumb pressed against her clit. All at once she exploded, crying out against his lips as he strummed an orgasm out of her.

  “Have you ‘seen’ everything you wanted to see?” she asked against his lips when she could form words again.

  “God yes.” He pulled away from her long enough to fumble free his belt and unzip his trousers.

  “Good.” She made quick work of the buttons on his shirt then pushed his trousers and boxers down his hips, freeing his cock to her gaze.

  “Happy birthday to me.” She stroked the hot, hard length of him. God, he was the perfect size for fucking, and not overly thick. What would it feel like to have him filling her ass? The thought made her breathless.

  “Do you have condoms?” he asked her, his husky voice strained. “I wasn’t planning for this. I’m clean—I get tested regularly—but I believe in being safe.”

  “So do I,” she told him, relieved that there’d be no drama about dressing for the party. She twisted around, rummaging through the assorted condoms she kept for her various toys in her center desk drawer. Finding one, she quickly tore it open then turned back to reach for him.

  She gripped him again, enjoying the feel of him in her hand. Joshua hummed his appreciation as she stroked him then rolled the condom down onto his erection.

  His hands palmed her butt, impatiently dragging her to the edge of the desk. The head of his cock bumped against her before slowly breaching her pussy. They groaned in unison as he pushed into her, filling her.

  “Damn,” he breathed. “Hot, so hot. Hope the desk can take it.”

  “The desk can take it and so can I.” Her teeth closed on his earlobe.

  It apparently was all the permission he needed. His hands gripped her shoulders as he began to stroke in and out of her, his hips pistoning with the effort. Alina wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms curving around his shoulders. Pleasure rippled through her, driving mewling sounds from deep in her throat.

  Joshua laid her back against the desk, driving into her with dizzying intensity. She wrapped her legs higher around his waist, settling him even deeper, gasping as he repeatedly hit a perfect spot deep inside her. Her nails sank into his shoulders as she struggled to hold on, struggled to contain the pleasure that threatened to burn her up.

  Her inner muscles spasmed, tightening around him again. Joshua’s thrusts became wild, his breath harsh against her ear. All at once he stiffened against her, a long, low groan seeping from him as he came.

  His hands bracketed her face as he levered his weight off her. “Now that was a show,” he said, then gave her a slow, drugging kiss before pulling away. “Are you all right?”

  She let him tug her upright, trying to get her bearings. “I think so, but I think the edge of my blotter is permanently imprinted on my ass.”

  “Let me see.” His hand stroked over her buttocks, sending a delicious shiver through her. “I could massage that out for you, if you like.”

  She rolled her eyes at him. “Haven’t you done enough already?”

  His answering grin lit a new fire low in her belly. “If you think so, darlin’, you need to learn more about me. What happened to the box of tissue you keep on your desk?”

  “Uh, we must have knocked it off.” She felt an irrational blush creeping up her cheeks as she retrieved the tissue box from the floor. “Here you go.” She guided the box to his outstretched hand.

  “Thanks.” He disposed of his condom. “Don’t you have a couch in this office?”

  “Yeah. Why?”

  “Showmanship 101, babe. There’s always an encore.” He quickly shed the rest of his clothing.

  Laughter bubbled out of her. “Then I’ll make sure to properly show my appreciation for your performance.”

  Grabbing a handful of condoms from her desk, she took his hand to guide him to her seating area, pushing him down onto the sofa. Humming, she shimmied out of her tiny skirt, leaving nothing but her boots on. It would take too long to take them off, and she had more interesting ways to spend her time.

  Joshua smiled up at her. “I guess you like the song, huh?”

  She blushed as she realized she’d been humming the melody to “Red-Letter Woman”. “It does grow on you,” she
admitted.

  “Grow on you?” he repeated. “And here I was, hoping it would get me laid.”

  Instead of answering, she knelt in front of him, fisted his cock in her hand. “Got anything else to say, funny man?”

  “Yeah.” He swallowed. “Keep doing that.”

  She obliged him, pumping his hardened flesh with long strokes. God, she really wanted to take him into her mouth, but lubricated condoms weren’t made for taste. Besides, what would she look like throwing safe sex rules out the window the first night? Mama didn’t raise no fools.

  “You have a beautiful cock.” She blew a bit of cool air across the tip.

  “Gugh.” Joshua’s head thumped against the back of the couch. “I’ll get a new test done tomorrow if it means I get a real blowjob.”

  “Compose another song for me, and you never know what can happen.” She bent forward, nestling the hot length of his erection deep between her breasts.

  “Alina.” His cock jerked against her, hardening further as she stroked him with her tits. Fingers threaded through her hair. “God bless America.”

  She laughed, thrilled that she could make him feel as good as he made her. “You say the craziest things.”

  His hips rose from the couch, the movement pushing his dick up and down the path of her cleavage. “You keep that up, I’ll be speaking in tongues next.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.” She eased back to tear open another foil packet, and he sighed in obvious disappointment. A pleased flush crawled up her cheeks. In all her fantasies featuring Joshua Hanover, she’d never imagined he’d be this appreciative of her skills.

  After sheathing him in the condom, she straddled him, her hands resting on the back of the couch for leverage. He guided the head of his cock to her pussy as she slowly sank down. The slow impalement had her moaning in pure delight. “You feel so good.”

  “So do you,” he whispered as she settled against his thighs. “So damn good.”

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, Alina brushed her lips across his as she rode him with slow, shifting movements. With that first frantic hunger sated, she could concentrate on the feel of his body moving inside hers, the play of his fingers on her nipples.

  “Joshua.” Her lips brushed against his mouth as the insistent song of desire rang through her body. His hips rocked in a sensual rhythm beneath her while his lips blazed a seductive trail to her throat. Pleasure spiraled through her as she leaned back to get even more of his cock inside her.

  The movement thrust her breasts up against his chin, but he didn’t seem to mind. He followed the curve of her skin, unerringly finding the hardened tip. Another groan was pulled from her as the warmth of his mouth surrounded her nipple.

  She bounced now, riding him harder, straining to reach that elusive peak of pleasure. His hands gripped her ass, helping her as his hips bucked wildly. When his teeth grazed her sensitized flesh she cried out, her body arching against his as the orgasm steamrolled into her. His breathing harsh and deep, Joshua slammed upwards once, twice, then again, his fingers almost painful on her buttocks as he came.

  Alina collapsed against him, forehead pressed against his as she struggled to catch her breath. When she did, she said the first thing that came to mind.

  “Now that’s what I call an encore.”

  Chapter Three

  After a week of pure sexual bliss, Alina was well and truly addicted to Joshua.

  Not that they had sex every day. Just every day that he came to the club. They’d talk business, then hit the nearest horizontal surface. He’d go do a sound check while she met with her staff. He’d perform, she’d dance or not, then they’d retire to her office for more orgasmic duets.

  Joshua was the most attentive lover she’d ever had, one who enjoyed every aspect of sex from foreplay to afterglow. Kissing him was the equivalent of doing premium tequila shots, smooth, powerful, intoxicating.

  They’d gone for each other almost as soon as her office door had closed, somehow making it to the oversized couch tucked against the far wall. She straddled his lap, wanting more of those drugging kisses.

  “What’s this you’re wearing?” he asked, his fingers running over her back. “And why are you still wearing it?”

  “It’s a mesh bodysuit.”

  “Do you really like it? It’s kinda in the way, and I don’t want to rip it trying to get it off you.”

  “You don’t have to get it off me.” She took his hands, brought them to her exposed breasts. “It’s very convenient.” She slid his hands down her belly to the open crotch.

  “You’re the gift that keeps on giving,” he breathed in appreciation as his fingers played a sensual melody between her thighs.

  “Actually,” she began, lifting her hips to give him better access, “there’s something you could give me, if you don’t mind.”

  “Really? What do you want, Alina?”

  “My ass.” She gasped as he nibbled her collarbone. “I want you to fuck me up the ass.”

  “Damn, I love a straightforward woman. Do you think I’ll fit?”

  Alina loved anal sex. Some women walked around with Ben Wa balls in their pussies for private pleasure, but not her. She preferred a tapered four-inch butt plug and a slow drive down pothole-riddled roads. She had to admit though, what Joshua had to offer was so much better.

  “I’ve got lube, and I know how to use it.”

  He grinned. “Excellent.”

  Alina gasped as Joshua dumped her off his lap. He slid to his knees on the floor, pushed her legs apart, then lowered his head.

  The touch of his tongue to her clit was electric. She fell back against the pillows, breathless and boneless as he slowly slid from her clit, deep into her pussy, then down to the circle of her ass. By the time he reversed direction, her entire body quivered with need and want.

  Joshua pressed even closer, spearing her vagina with his tongue repeatedly. Alina moaned as desire coiled deep within her, liquefying her insides. She opened her thighs as wide as she could, giving him complete access to her body.

  “Baby, you’re so wet,” he murmured in appreciation, sinking two fingers inside her.

  “And you’re so good,” she managed to say, her body burning for him. She thrust her fingers into his luxurious hair, lifting her pussy against his hungry mouth as he continued the duet of tongue and hand, driving her higher and higher. One thick finger slid from her pussy to her ass, pressing against the tight opening. She gasped in full sensory overload as he breached her, then screamed as he sucked on her clit, catapulting her into orgasm.

  She slid off the couch and into his lap, wanting, needing his cock inside her. He shifted, sliding into her waiting pussy in one smooth, thick motion. Little purrs of satisfaction seeped from her as she began to ride him, fastening her mouth to his, taking her taste from his lips.

  His hands clamped down on her shoulders, pushed her away. “Why?”

  “Condom.” The word rasped from his throat. “On the ottoman.”

  She found a foil packet, handed it to him, then bent over the ottoman, knees spread for support. Her entire body vibrated with anticipation. She heard the rip of foil, the soft sounds as he rolled the condom onto his cock. Finally she felt the rubber-wrapped head of his cock slide along her pussy lips to bump against the bottom of her clit. Knowing what he wanted, she reached between her thighs, helped him enter.

  He growled in soft appreciation as he slowly slid in and out of her, the condom getting good and coated in her pussy juice. Her insides warmed, breasts aching as her need for him increased with each thrust. His hands slid up her waist, skimming around to cradle her breasts, the rough pads of his string-callused fingers teasing her nipples to bullet points. The sensation skittered over her nerves, stealing her breath and heating her blood.

  He pulled out, then pressed the slick head of his dick against her ass. She held still, a little bit uncertain. Joshua had a nice-sized cock, and the reality of his dick, even in a lubed condom coated w
ith her juices, was a whole lot different from her favorite vibrating butt plug.

  “Alina?”

  She licked her lips, then planted her forearms on the ottoman, shifting her hips to lift her ass. “Do it, please. Fuck me now.”

  Without another word, he slowly eased the head of his cock into her ass. She groaned, arching her back in an attempt to relax into the shock of pleasure-pain.

  “That’s it,” he whispered, lightly raking his fingernails down her spine. She shivered in response and he pushed an inch deeper, then deeper still. Finally he bottomed out, his balls lightly pressed against her.

  “Damn, you feel good,” he growled, leaning over her. He withdrew slowly and just as slowly returned. She moaned and closed her eyes as sweat beaded on her skin, shifting against him as he shifted forward. Pleasure rippled through her, his name breaking on her lips as he began a steady pace.

  Then he stopped.

  Her eyes popped open. “Joshua?”

  His breath brushed against her ear. “Go to dinner with me.”

  She looked over her shoulder at him. Dark hair fell into his brilliant eyes. Passion tightened his gorgeous features, or maybe it was determination. “What?”

  “You heard me.” He withdrew with a long stroke that made her breath stutter. “Dinner. You and me. Tomorrow night, anywhere but here, and we actually go to bed when we go to bed.”

  “Can’t we discuss this later?” She tried to impale herself onto his cock again, but his hands gripped her waist.

  “Say yes.” He took his sweet time filling her again, flattening her against the ottoman. “You go to dinner with me, Alina, and leave The Scarlet Lady at home.”

  How was she supposed to say yes? All she knew of relating to Joshua was within the club as Miss Scarlet. She wouldn’t know the first thing to do or say with him outside of these walls. Alina knew he’d realize in the first five minutes how much of a fake she was, and then he’d be gone.

  Still she tried. “You do know I’m black, don’t you?”