Jealousy crawled through my veins. Aaliyah was family; I knew that. She’d been working here for two years now, had taken all the guys’ shit and given it right back to them time and time again, never backing down. She was tough as nails, and the guys loved her. And even though I knew that love was just familial love—at least, that’s what I told myself so I didn’t feel murderous every time they touched her—it still pissed me right the fuck off when I saw any of them even breathing too close to her.
“Dance with me?” I couldn’t hear him, but I saw his lips form those words, and red momentarily tinted my vision.
Growling, I lurched up from my chair and made my way over to the dance floor just as they reached it. I quickly cut in. “I think the prez deserves a dance with her first.” It was an asshole move, and I knew it. But fuck if I was lettinganythinghappen between the two of them tonight.
“Sure thing,” Drew said, quickly taking a step back from Aaliyah and dropping his hands. I grasped her hips and dragged her forward so she was flush against my body. I had no doubt she could feel how hard I was for her, but I was beyond the point of giving a fuck.
She quirked a single brow at me, a playful smirk tilting her lips. “The prez deserves a dance with me first, huh?” she teased, amusement lingering in her eyes.
I just grunted. We weren’t moving, but I didn’t care. I was afraid if she moved even the slightest bit, I’d lose whatever last bit of control I had and drag her to my room. Heat thrummed through my veins. Her curves were soft against my hardened body, the skin of her hips smooth against my calloused thumbs.
My mouth was practically watering at the mere thought of tasting her. Would she be sweet? I bet she would be. Fucking addictive, too. I’d been addicted to her from the very first moment her gorgeous, blue eyes met mine, her curly red hair unable to be tamed that day, so she had it piled on her head in a messy bun.
If my marriage hadn’t already been over that day, it fucking would’ve been just from the sight of her. For the last two years, I’d only been able to get off to the image of Aaliyah, even if I was inside of another woman. I pictured her on her knees in front of me, my cock filling her mouth. I pictured bending her over my bed, my hand fisting her hair as I railed her from behind.
Christ.
“Would your wife approve of you being turned on by another woman?” Aaliyah suddenly asked, jerking me from myveryintimate thoughts. She was walking her fingers up my abs and onto my chest, a sultry look in her eyes.
Fuck, she was killing me.
“I don’t give a fuck about my wife, Red,” I softly growled down at her, my voice barely carrying to her over the pounding music. “So tread carefully.”
She flicked her tongue out over her plump, pink bottom lip, and my restraint snapped.
I grasped her wrist and tugged her off the dance floor, weaving a path for us through the mass of bodies swarming the main room of the clubhouse. Finally, I made it into the hallway. Forcing myself to stop, I turned to face her, my dark eyes trailing down her barely clothed body.
“If I get you in my room, Aaliyah, I’m going to fuck you. So you better run now.”
She shook her head, taking a brave step closer to me. Her blue eyes had darkened to an almost gray color, and her cheeks were flushed. I could see the pulse in her neck rapidly fluttering.
“I want you,” she whispered.
I grasped the back of her neck and crushed my lips to hers. She moaned and opened those pretty, soft lips, tentatively sliding her tongue against mine. I growled and kissed her harder, deeper, showing her it was okay to kiss me how she wanted. And fuck, did she. She thrust her tongue against mine, her hands sliding under my shirt to claw at my chest and abs.
“Fucking hell,” I swore, ripping my mouth from hers. I snagged her wrist again and tugged her the rest of the way down the hall to my room. I was so lost in lust, I could barely get the fucking key in the door to unlock it.
“Finally,” I growled, shoving the door open. I pulled her inside and then kicked the door shut before shoving her against it, dropping the key somewhere on the floor. She gasped when I shoved her arms above her head, thrusting my tongue back into her mouth.
“Johnston,” she whimpered when I finally pulled back to let her breathe.
I gripped the bottom of her scrap of a shirt and tugged it up and over her head, letting it drop to the floor. “Fuck,” I groaned, admiring the sight of her bared tits. “Fucking perfect, Red.”
The sexiest little whimper fell from her lips as I sucked a nipple into my mouth, laving my tongue over it before gently nibbling on it. I gripped her other tit with my hand, twisting and pulling her nipple. She cried out, her head falling back against the door as she became lost in what I was doing to her.
With my free hand, I unfastened her shorts and yanked them down her legs. I pulled back, her tit glistening. I grinned at her. She looked dazed, her chest heaving, her face rivaling the color of her hair.
“A thong, Red?” I hummed, fingering the delicate lace. “You attached to these panties?”
Her brows creased. “What–no.” She gasped when I ripped them off of her. “Johnston!”
I sank two fingers inside her sopping cunt.Shit, she was so warm and soft. Her walls clutched at me. I could feel her pulse throbbing through the walls of her pussy. And she was tight as fuck. Either she and her ex hadn’t been fucking, or he just wasn’t big enough to stretch her.
Her knees buckled, but I pinned my body to hers, holding her in place. “Arms above your head,” I ordered.
She complied, and I wrapped my hand around them, pinning her against the door before I began to pump my fingers in and out of her sopping channel, my thumb rubbing her clit at the same time. The sounds falling from her beautiful, kiss-swollen lips were fucking pornographic.
“Johnston, I’m going to–I’m–oh!” she screamed, her body trembling as she drenched my fingers, her walls clutching at me.