I move between her thighs, nudging them wider and grazing her wetness to feel her tremble. The head of my cock slides against her soaked flesh, and the feel of her makes me groan.
Man on his knees.
That’s what this would be called.
Because as I grab her hip and sink inside her, one inch at a time, I am fuckingfallen.
She trusted me tonight, and that tells me we’re going to be okay. Everything else, the club, I can handle. The greatest gift I’ve ever gotten is the one she’s given me.
Not sharing her body with me, but her life. Her hopes. Her fears.
I’ll guard her with every shred of my being.
I let us both adjust, her to the stretch, me to the exquisite tightness.
I draw back, all the way to the tip, on an inhale. And on my exhale, I sink back in.
The curves of her body are addictive, demanding my attention. But I can’t look away from her eyes as my thrusts grow deeper.
“You’re a goddess.”
I’m on the edge, ready to explode.
“I’m a queen,” she corrects with a breathless smile.
We come at the same time.
I’ve never wanted it, never understood why it would matter for our bodies to agree even when our lips couldn’t.
With her, it’s everything.
After, she lets me hold her in the dark.
“You’re my queen,” I murmur as I brush the hair from her face.
But she’s already asleep.
14
Rae
“We can’t let it go for that amount.”
The manager at Blaze turns away from me and Leni, marking something off on his clipboard.
When I told Leni I’d made a call about buying the former club’s audio equipment after returning from Miami, she agreed to come for a meeting. I decided to tag along in case I could help and because I needed a few hours away from my own thoughts.
I chase the manager, Leni hot on my heels. “It’s a good offer for used gear, Tony. Wouldn’t you rather it go to another club?”
“I’m not the owner. But if I were him, he’d say fuck no. Why should someone else succeed at this game when Blaze got squeezed out?”
It’s petty, and I’m still turning that over as Leni sidles up.
“Listen, friend.” She flashes teeth, but I’m not sure it’s a smile. “This place is being demolished. It’s being taken apart around you.”
And it is—as we speak, tradespeople are passing through, taking measurements to convert this into whatever it will be.
“In a few months, it’ll be like this was never here. Your owner might not give a shit because he’s onto the next investment. But you do. If some of your crew need jobs?” She holds out a card. “You can send them my way. Sick days. Flexible shifts. I’ll treat them right.”