Preying on You (6 page)

My lips parted in surprise but quickly
tugged up into a smirk as I noticed the glint of humor in his eye.
He has a sense of humor after all. “Well, look at you. That stick
must not be shoved as far up your ass as I thought.”

“
Coming from you, Ms.
Hildebrand, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“
Dazzle.”

He shook his head and leaned forward
to close the gap between us. I could smell his cologne easily now,
a perfect blend of spice and musk that played havoc on my senses.
Did he know this was my favorite cologne? He seemed to know a hell
of a lot about me so it wouldn’t surprise me. “No. You will never
be Dazzle with me. Only Ava.”

I bit down on my lower lip, suddenly
deeply uncomfortable with the way he looked at me, the way he
spoke, as if caressing a lover. This wasn’t some guy paying for a
few jollies. He wanted something more and what he hoped for wasn’t
on the table.

“
So what’s the gig
tonight?” I asked, hoping that he would retreat so that I could
catch my breath. His presence was commanding, all consuming. I’d
only ever known one other man in my life that could achieve
that...but that was a long time ago and it was a past that I was
not willing to think about. “There’s no pole again.”

“
No dancing.” He leaned
back and spread his arms out over the back of the seat. His long
legs slid into the aisle and crossed at the ankle. He looked
relaxed, poised and hot as holy hell sexy. The mystery of the mask
he wore added an extra ounce of tension between my legs and I
couldn’t shake the feeling that he was somehow familiar to me.
Maybe he was some wild movie star or tabloid hit that I’d seen
before. There were a lot of those types that wandered out of the
city to find a good time without prying eyes. Whoever he was, he
knew me far better than I knew him so that put me at a
disadvantage.

“
Come closer.” Sensing that
any hint of humor had vanished, I shrugged out of my coat and laid
it on the seat. His breath hitched as I turned toward him and sank
into the aisle beside his legs. His gaze was greedy as he took me
in, sweeping slowly over every exposed inch of me, and lingering on
those places that had yet to be revealed tonight.

I planted my hands on the leather
seat, one arm on either side of him to be sure to give him a prime
view of my breasts. “Well?”

“
Sex.”

I smirked. Apparently I wasn’t the
only one who got all hot and bothered during our previous time
together. “I told you, I don’t do sex.”

“
Correction,” he raised a
finger, “you have never
done
sex before. There is a difference and an exception
always exists to that rule.”

I snorted. “You really think a lot of
yourself don’t you, Mr. Dorian.”

He leaned forward and warmth bloomed
between my legs at the sultry promise in his gaze. “Ethan. That is
what I expect to hear when you moan my name.”

“
Moan?” I rolled my eyes. I
was not a screamer or a moaner in bed. Most of the guys I fucked
were throw-aways who didn’t deserve to enjoy hearing my pleasure. I
kept that locked away just for me. “Wow. And modest
too!”

“
It is not a boast, Ms.
Hildebrand but a promise.”

I leaned back onto my heels and bit
down on my lower lip, tilting my head to the side to make a show of
appraising him. Broad shoulders. Lean, tapered waist. Long legs.
Sexy lips. I could fuck him and enjoy the hell out of it, but there
were my principles to consider and they would cost a
lot.

“
Why should I make an
exception for you, Mr. Dorian?”

“
Please, I insist you call
me Ethan.” When he smiled and leaned forward, pausing less than an
inch from my lips, I felt a jolt of electricity run straight
through my abdomen. He cupped the back of my head and molded his
lips to mine in a kiss that felt hot enough to incinerate me. He
tasted sweet, like chilled grapes on a hot summer’s day. I realized
that it was a fine wine that I tasted.

Did he need it to loosen
himself up?
I allowed him to deepen the
kiss, parting my lips to let him slide his tongue in just far
enough for me to bite gently on the tip. He groaned into my mouth,
his fingers clenching tightly to my neck.

Holy shit!
I pushed back on his chest to gasp for
breath.
I was starting to think I wanted
to be his prey for the night!

“
I assure you that you will
be well compensated.” He grinned as he shifted back. I pressed my
fingers to my lips and found them slightly swollen from his
merciless kiss.

“
How much?” I asked, hating
how breathless I sounded. I’d rather chew nails than admit that
he’d left me a bit light headed too. Damn him!

“
Five.”

“
Five thousand?”

He smirked and brushed his thumb
across my cheek. “Five orgasms.”

I stared at him, stunned. Did he
really think he could pay me to loosen the belt of my morals for
five orgasms? Although I had to admit that was a mighty fine
number.

My hesitation must have amused him
because he sank back and replaced his arms on the top of the seat.
“And twenty grand. More than enough for you to thoroughly enjoy
your visit to Vegas.”

“
How did you
know—?”

“
Do we have a deal?” He
asked, cutting me off.

His erection had doubled in size,
easily visible through his gray slacks. Although he was physically
smaller in scale to his hulking former bodyguard, in this area he
was an even match. I chewed on my lower lip, suddenly unsure.
Hadn’t I dreamt about this? Touched myself in the middle of the
night thinking about those same steel eyes staring back at me as he
pounded into me?

“
What sort of sex?” I
asked, knowing that I was delaying. I needed a moment to think. To
consider what the fuck I was getting myself in to. Ethan had proven
to be dangerous for me. I made a rule of never allowing myself to
connect with a conquest. One night stands. Drunken Vegas hook ups.
I got what I needed and kicked them out of my bed. None of those
mattered to me, but I had a very bad feeling that Ethan had the
potential to be more than that.

It was the way he looked at me. There
was hunger in his gaze, oh yes, but also a tenderness that alarmed
me. It wasn’t the first time a guy had foolishly transferred
misplaced emotions onto me but I knew with him I would have to
tread lightly.

“
I want you to ride me so
that I can look into your eyes, watch you enjoy your orgasm as I
push you over the edge. I want you to look at me I bury deep inside
you and make moan my name,” he said without hint of
apology.

If I weren’t mistaken he had been
planning that statement for a long time. Though the need behind his
words felt genuine I also sensed a hint of anxiety surrounding
them. Fear of my rejecting him? Sure. Guys who paid strippers for
sex tended to be anxious about it, but this was something else.
Something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“
That’s it?”

“
For now.” He laughed. “I
will let you lead after as you see fit.”

That didn’t sound too bad as long as
he followed through with that promise. “How many times?”

“
As many as you
like.”

“
I have quite an appetite
once I get started.” My eyebrow arched at his confident smile.
“Brian will be waiting for quite some time.”

“
Perhaps we should get him
a chair.”

I glanced toward the window. Brian
bounced on his toes, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. I felt
bad for him. That tiny heater didn’t seem to be doing a damn thing
to keep him warm.

“
Or we could go to my
place,” Ethan murmured as he trailed a finger down my bare arm.
“You are free to bring him along if you so choose to make you feel
a bit more comfortable.”

“
Your place?” I looked back
at him, surprised. Clarksdale wasn’t exactly known for its flashier
condos. My own apartment was only one step above run down fifties
throw back style and I paid top dollar for that. This town was
caught in a time warp of epic proportions and I couldn’t imagine
Ethan fitting in here.

“
Well, my weekend retreat,”
he amended and circled his finger around the top of my hand. “I
live in the city.”

That made a lot more sense. Whoever
Ethan was, I knew he wasn’t from around here. “Which city?” I
asked, curious to see how far he had traveled just for
me.

He smirked and remained silent.
Mysterious as ever. “If you agree to my terms I will throw in
another five grand to make up for any...discomfort the change in
location may have, on one condition of course.”

“
And that is?”

Ethan scooted to the edge of his seat
and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his embrace. I held
my breath, knowing that he was about to kiss me and I was aching
for it. He brushed his lips along my cheekbone and paused beside my
ear. “Your body guard rides up front.”

As the lights of Clarksdale fell
behind us, I lowered down onto Ethan’s lap. His erection pressed
tight against his pants as I slid my hand down between us, rubbing
him through his pants until I felt moisture beneath my fingertips.
He kept his arms over the seat back, his eyes never closing as I
stroked.

I was right about him. He was hard,
long, and strong as granite beneath me. When I playfully pinched
the tip of his cock, he rested his hands on my hips, his fingers
digging in as he silently commanded me to grind against him. My
hips moved without thinking, trained for this after months of pole
work.

Releasing my hold on him, I pulled my
hair over my shoulder and bent to press my lips against his neck.
He allowed me access and I breathed in deep, savoring the scent of
him. Tasting his neck, I slowly unbuttoned his shirt just enough
for me to slide my hands inside. His abdomen was rigid, cut with
lean muscle that I’d suspected lay beneath.

He flinched beneath my touch, shifting
to give me access as I brushed my thumbs over his nipples. He liked
that. A breathy moan escaped his lips as I rolled his hardened
between my fingertips.

“
Now the bra,” he
commanded.

Releasing his nipple, I grasped the
bra clasp and twisted, expertly unlatching the clasp. The bra cups
sprang free. With a teasing smile I slid the straps down my arms
and set the glittering gold material aside.

“
Oh God,” he groaned as he
drank me in. His hands splayed across my back as he pulled close.
His lips peeled back into a smile of pleasure as my nipples raked
across his bare chest.

“
You like that?” I
whispered. He bit his lip and nodded. “How about this?”

Ethan stared into my eyes as I reached
between us and unzipped his pants, dipping a single finger inside.
His cock flinched under my touch as I slid it along his soft flesh,
rippling over rigid veins to the tip where moisture collected. “Do
you have a condom?”

“
In the side
compartment.”

He reached up to cup my breasts,
taking their full weight in his palms as I leaned aside and tore
the first of five condoms from the strip he had in a small
compartment to his right.

Ethan rolled my nipples between his
fingers as I pulled him out of his pants. He lifted his hips as I
yanked back his pants and encased him in rubber.

I stared at him in my hands. Was I
really going to do this? Take him inside me and ride him until I
moaned his name?

Brian sat just on the other side of
the tinted glass barrier in the passenger seat beside the driver,
taking us to an undisclosed “nearby” retreat. As I looked out the
window all I could see was the black of night. Heaven help us if I
fucked Ethan Dorian and found out later he was some sick
psychopath.

I squeezed his cock and closed my eyes
to Ethan’s moan, sinking back into my dreams. My private pleasure
sessions about him where I came hard and fast, crying out to an
empty apartment. Yes, I had been vocal in my own home but time
would only tell if I would be when I mounted him.

Ethan was raw sexual need beneath my
fingers and I knew I was ready. Lacing my fingers behind his head,
I sank down slowly onto him. Ethan locked his gaze on mine, his
mouth slightly ajar as I took an inch of him into me.

His breathing was hard as he release
my tits and placed his hands on my hips and applied pressure,
urging me down. He filled me with each inch that I took. I leaned
in and rocked my hips, accepting more as I released my hold on his
shoulders and took my breast into one hand and slid my right hand
between my legs, spreading my sensitive lips as I circled my
clit.

“
Holy shit,” I moaned as he
thrust up into me with such force that he buried fully inside. I
needed him to wait, to pause while I adjusted but Ethan took
control. Holding my waist, he shoved me down onto him again and
again, pounding into me with such force I was afraid I would bite
my tongue.

The muscles on his neck corded as he
stared at me through his mask. He hissed as I tugged at my nipples,
arching my back so that my breasts were right in front of his
mouth. He took my right nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. I
frantically rubbed my clit as he nibbled on my nipple. Warmth
welled between my thighs as I met his speed, grinding and shifting
the angle of my hips to match his thrusts.