“Your entrances leave something to be desired, Ian. ” She faced him, as pretty as an angel, all that beautiful dark hair flowing around her back and shoulders as she turned from the closet, a soft white jacket trailing from her fingers as she faced him in that siren’s outfit she wore.
Dear God, could anything be more tempting than all the bare, perfect flesh she was displaying?
Ian crossed his arms over his chest, fighting for control as he frowned down at her, using his most intimidating scowl as he fought to regulate his breathing. His cock was already a lost cause. It was fully engorged and throbbing in demand.
Her gaze flickered down, heated, glowed with hunger.
Son of a bitch.
“Stop tempting me, Courtney,” he snapped furiously, surprised at the roughness of his voice as he fought to keep from shaking her. “You don’t want what you’ll get. ”
She propped a slender, graceful hand on her cocked hip, her eyes languorous, her cheeks flushed.
“And who decided that?” she asked him with an arched brow. “You know, Ian, I really prefer to make my own choices, rather than having them made for me. Perhaps you should remember that before you work yourself into a fury. ”
Patient, amused. Her voice stroked his senses as her accent seemed to give the tone an almost lilting quality. It was driving him mad. How would she sound screaming his name? Begging for his dick?
“Stay out of The Club. ” He refused to argue with her, to tempt his self-control further. “It’s no place for you. ”
“Shove your club, Ian. ” The haughty tone and cool mocking expression had his blood boiling. “I don’t need it to entertain myself. ”
“Your entertainment?” He felt like pulling at his own hair. What the hell was he supposed to do with this woman? “And exactly what kind of entertainment are you looking for, you little minx? Are you out to get fucked? Or just out to see how crazy you can make me?”
Her lashes drifted over her eyes, giving her a sleepy, lust-filled look that had his balls tightening as she strolled closer. Stopping within a breath of him, she stared up at him, her little pink tongue running slowly over lips, making his mouth water.
“How crazy could I make you, Ian?” she asked him then, her breathing escalating, her hard nipples nearly brushing his chest. Damn, he wanted to feel them—in his mouth, between his fingers, burning into his flesh.
Oh, she could make him crazy, he thought silently. Too crazy.
“Crazy enough to call your father and inform him it’s time you headed home,” he growled, nearly biting his own tongue.
She laughed. A low, devilish sound that sent flames licking over his body.
“Poor Ian, you must truly be desperate to threaten me with Daddy. ” Knowledge, as ancient as sin itself, echoed in her voice. “I haven’t been under Daddy’s thumb for many years. Your only chance is throwing me out, period. Perhaps finding a patron wouldn’t be so hard under such circumstances. ”
“Are you so desperate for a sugar daddy, Courtney?” he snarled. “Doesn’t Dane provide you with enough?”
A smile curved her lips. “Daddy can’t get me into your bed, Ian, otherwise I would have tried that route already. I refuse to lie about the reason I’m here any longer. ” She laid her hand against his chest. He watched her breath catch, the way she swallowed tightly as pleasure tore through him. From such a small touch. How would he survive feeling her, bare flesh to bare flesh, burning beneath him?
“I won’t take you to my bed, Courtney. ” He hated the words that slipped past his lips, hated the fact that he couldn’t allow himself to possess her.
She lifted her shoulder in an elegant shrug. “Then another will. Perhaps the nice Middle Eastern gentleman. He seemed to have promise…”
Khalid. Ian fought back his instinctive response, and it wasn’t anger.
He gripped her arm when she would have slipped past him.
“Don’t make decisions you’ll regret, little girl,” he warned her harshly. “You’re too young to know or to understand what he’ll ask of you. And it’s nothing compared to what I would demand. ”
“Or perhaps, nothing compared to what I would demand,” she said then, causing his blood pressure to escalate, his cock to harden to impossible degrees. He felt as though the thickening shaft would rupture from the hunger filling it. “But—” She shrugged again as she moved away from him. “As you have decided to deny yourself as well as me, I will leave you in peace, Ian. But I refuse to lay here and masturbate to sate the needs. I will see what other entertainment your fair city has to offer me. ”
She swept from the room as he turned slowly, watching the little skirt swish around her upper thighs, nearly baring her ass as she left the room. His eyes narrowed as he clenched his fists, leashing the almost violent response rising inside him.
She was pushing him. Pushing him too far, straining what little control he had left.
What the hell was it about her? Why did she tempt a part of him that no other woman had ever touched, even Kimberly? Why did she make him hunger for things that he couldn’t even put a name to? And why the fuck was he letting her do it?
Chapter Three