The Exposé 3 (4 page)

“Sure it is.” Cam
gives me a look. “When was the last time you dated someone who
challenged you?”

“I
date plenty,” I argue.

“Yes, but they’re all
nice, polite girls with a submissive streak.” He grins. “You
need someone to push back a little. You’re so used to running
the world here, you need a partner. An equal.”

I try to shut down this line of
conversation. “It’s a moot point. She was an undercover
journalist, trying to expose the club.”

Cam hoots with laughter, then
stops. “Wait, did she get anything on you?”

I shake my head, and take another
gulp. “I don’t think so. But it was close. That’s
the last time I let my dick do the screening on new applicants.”

“Hey, I’m sorry,”
Cam offers. “But that doesn’t change what I said. One of
these days, you’re going to need a real relationship. Nobody
should have to carry everything alone.”

“Wait, wasn’t I the
one giving you this talk last year?” I grumble.

“Times change.” He
grins. “Think about it. I know you’ve been focused on
building the business, but if there’s one thing I’ve
learned, it’s that all the money and power in the world doesn’t
mean a bloody thing if there’s nobody to enjoy it with you.”

“I’m not short of
companions,” I remind him, nodding to the mirror and the view
of the club.

“Something
real,” he corrects me. “Someone who makes you feel
something.”

“Right
now, I’m feeling a need for another scotch,” I tell him
smoothly. “You want to pony up that bottle and pour another
drink?”

*

I spend the rest of the night
making sure everything’s running smoothly, but as I head home
in the early hours of the morning, Cam’s words haunt me.

Feel something...

Zoe
makes me feel, alright: anger and frustration. From the moment we
met, she’s refused to let me take the upper hand. The irony is,
her mystery is what drew me to her -- and now I’m facing the
consequences.

“Dax?”

I
get out of the car in front of my building, then stop. Zoe is waiting
outside the door, wrapped up in a big coat against the early morning
chill. “Dax, please, we need to talk.”

I glare. “I have nothing to
say to you.”

I stride to the door and unlock
it, but she follows me inside.

“Listen
to me,” Zoe begs, as I yank the elevator grille open. “I’m
sorry, OK? I didn’t think it through. I never meant to lie to
you like that.”

“You
mean you accidentally stole your friend’s identity and applied
for a job under a fake name?” I say, trying to keep cool. She’s
not worth it, I tell myself, even as I register her blue eyes, and
the way she pouts her lower lip in frustration.

She flushes. “I meant, what
happened between us.”

“There
is nothing between us,” I lie. “You were just another
perk of the job.”

She looks up, her expression
flaring. “That’s not true, and you know it.”

“Truth?”
I freeze. My anger comes, hot and edged with lust. “You’re
really going to stand there and talk to me about lying, after what
you did--”

I
can’t stop myself. I grab her by the waist, and push her back
into the elevator. Zoe gasps as she hits the wall, but I can see the
desire written all over her face.

Her pupils dilate. The heat
between us is off the charts. Damn this chemistry, making me want her
when I know she’s the last woman in the world I should be
touching.

But I can’t pull away.

“Dax…”
she whispers. “Tell me what I can do to make you trust me
again.”

“Nothing,”
I growl. But trust isn’t what I need right now. Not with her
tits pressed up against me, her pussy so close I can almost taste it.

I want her.

“Please--” she says
again, but I don’t let her finish.

I
kiss her hard, claiming her mouth in a brutal embrace. Zoe tenses,
but I don’t relent. With a moan, she submits, reaching up to
lock her arms around my neck and press even harder into me.

Fuck, she feels so good.

I
yank her coat aside and run my hands over her body. Zoe lets out a
whimper, eagerly pressing her breasts into my hands. I roughly
squeeze her, palming those stiff nipples and grinding my hard cock
between her legs.

My last shred of sense knows I
shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t stop. There’s
an animal need in me, demanding satisfaction.

I won’t let her get the
best of me this time.

“Turn
around,” I growl, pushing her so she’s pressed against
the elevator wall. I hit the ‘up’ button then yank her
skirt up, reaching between her thighs as I keep her pinned to the
wall.

She’s
wet. Slick with desire. The elevator stops but neither of us makes a
move to step off.

“Dax--” she tries to
speak.

“Don’t
talk,” I order her. “No more of your lies.” I yank
her thong to the side and curl my fingers up inside her, feeling her
body clench around me. “See? Your body tells the truth, at
least. You can’t hide what you need, can you, Zoe? You want me
to fuck you.”

I
rub her clit, and she moans, grinding against my fingers.

“Tell
me the truth,” I demand. “Tell me one goddamn thing
that’s true.”

Zoe
twists her head to look at me. Her expression is raw need.

“I
do want you,” she manages to say. “I want you to fuck me,
Dax.”

I
grab her hair and yank her head back, so she sees the steel in my
eyes.

“I’m gonna fuck you
so hard you won’t be able to sit down without thinking of me.”

I
undo my belt and take out my cock.

I’m
going to possess her, brand her. Bury myself so deep that I forget
the lies and betrayal, forget everything except her tight, wet
sweetness.

I
spread her legs wider and grip her hips, tilting them up towards me.
Her hands are braced against the wall as I rip off her panties.

“I don’t know if I
want to fuck you or spank you.”

She inhales, her breath catching
in arousal.

“How
about I just do both?” I finger her again—she’s wet
and ready for me, but before I slam into her I give her a nice firm
smack on the ass. She stifles a groan of pleasure, her face pressed
to the wall.

“You like that, don’t
you?”

“Yes,” she murmurs,
sticking her ass out, closer to me. I don’t wait.

I
enter her hard and deep, thrusting into her with a low groan.

Zoe
moans loudly and arches back against me, embedding me even deeper in
her juicy, tight cunt.

Goddamn.

I
pump hard, slamming into her. Zoe can’t get enough, matching me
stroke for stroke, bucking and grinding back into me. I drive up
inside her harder and harder, squeezing those lush breasts as I
thrust. Fuck, I’m getting close. She’s so tight, the
friction is incredible, and I don’t want to stop.

“Dax,”
she moans my name. I can feel her cunt clenching around me, her whole
body trembling. “Fuck, Dax!”

I
reach a hand between her thighs, rubbing her clit in time with my
pounding cock. Her moans get louder, resonating inside the elevator.
It’s like I’m listening to her get off in surround sound.

Fuck. I could lose myself in her
like this. In the heat, the tension. The delicious grip of her pussy,
milking me for dear life. I can feel my climax building, but it’s
too soon. Fuck, I need more from her.

I
pull out, then turn her around, grabbing her ass and lifting her onto
me. I impale her with my cock and thrust her back against the wall.
Deeper. Harder.

Fuck yes.

Zoe
clings on tight. I can see her face now, just inches away. The
arousal in her eyes, the hunger of her desire. It only makes me
harder, so fucking good.

“Yes,”
she breathes, levering herself by my shoulders to sink down on my
dick in time with every thrust. “Don’t stop.”

I stop.

She
gasps for air, her eyes searching mine. “Dax?” Her voice
is raw. “What--?”

“This.”
I slowly thrust, using my hips to grind deep, deeper than ever
before. I sink in to the hilt, all the way to her G-spot.

She groans.

I
ease back and then thrust again, slow and sure. A tortuous rhythm,
but fuck, the noises she’s making now, low in her throat, it’s
a total turn on.

“You
feel that?” I say, panting hard. I’m barely holding on
here, but I need to prove it to her; prove I’ll always be the
one on top. “That’s my dick going deeper than anyone’s
ever fucked you before. I’m taking every inch of you.”

“Yes.”
Zoe’s eyes glaze.

I
grind against her clit as my cock stretches her wide open, claiming
her tight cunt like nothing else on earth. Her mouth falls open, her
whole body goes tense, and when she comes, I feel the force of her
orgasm ricochet through the both of us.

Her
cunt convulses around me, gripping so goddamn tightly I can’t
hold back a moment longer. With a grunt, I come, spurting inside her
as the climax rips through my body. My anger, the lies, it all drains
away as I pump inside her warm, willing body, feeling so goddamn
right.

Like she belongs to me.

I reel back, pushing her away.
Fuck. This was supposed to screw her out of my system, not cloud my
judgement even more.

I yank my pants back up. She
looks disheveled and flushed, sexy as hell. I could carry her off to
bed and go another five rounds before dawn; mark her body with my
hands and mouth, fuck her until we both can’t walk come
morning.

She lied. You can’t
trust her.

I
pull the grille open, stepping out into my apartment. Zoe makes to
follow me, but I block the door.

“You
already got off,” I tell her, before yanking the grate shut. I
hit the ‘down’ button, and step back.

The last thing I see is the look
of pure fury on her face as the elevator rattles down again, out of
sight.

ZOE

Who the hell does he think he is?

I
ride home in a furious daze, my body still humming with pleasure.
That was without a doubt, the most sexy, wild, incredible encounter
of my entire life. I almost wish it had been crappy and underwhelming
like all my college hook-ups, because then at least then I would
never want to see him again.

Instead, the scene replays in my
head for days, taunting me with hotness.

I can’t believe he had the
nerve to fuck me like that -- and then send me out the door. I should
hate him, but instead, I can’t help getting caught up in
memories of his hands, pinning me back against the wall; his mouth,
hot and punishing on mine.

His cock, driving hard inside me.

It
wasn’t arrogance when he said he was fucking me deeper than
anyone had before, it was the truth. And now I can’t forget
what it felt like, the incredible connection that pushed me beyond
any pleasure I’ve ever experienced.

I
want to see him again-- it’s all I can think about-- but he
still hates me. My attempt at an apology was an utter failure.

So what am I supposed to do now?

*

My roommate, Tasha, finds me in
my sweatpants in front of the TV. The exact same place I’ve
been wallowing for three days now.

“This is getting pathetic,”
she says, surveying the mess of junk food wrappers. “No guy is
worth it.”

“You
haven’t met Dax.” I reach for another Dorito. I still
haven’t told her everything, just that Dax didn’t buy my
apology. She thinks it’s just a regular break-up, she doesn’t
know how complicated the whole situation is. Undercover lies,
deception, and oh yes, incredibly hot sex. It’s nowhere near my
normal romantic troubles.

“Aww,
babe.” Tasha gives me a sympathetic look. She’s all
dressed up for another night on the town in a slinky cocktail dress
and heels. “You can’t let him get to you. There are
plenty more fish in the sea!”

“Really?” I reply.
“You happen to know any smoking hot, successful, principled
guys who can make me come just by looking at me?”

Tasha
stifles a laugh. “OK, maybe not. But you need to get up off
this couch and get out there again,” she adds. “You can’t
put your life on hold just because some guy doesn’t know how to
forgive and forget. Why don’t you come out with me tonight?”
she suggests. “I’m working a big party uptown.”

“Working?”
I arch an eyebrow. We both know that Tasha’s Broadway dreams
are still going strong despite all the unsuccessful casting calls
lately, but she’s been keeping herself in designer clothes and
luxury goods by doing more escort work on the side. And I don’t
judge, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to follow in her
footsteps.

Tasha sees my expression and
rolls her eyes. “Not that kind of work,” she smirks.
“Just basic party hostessing. Mingle with the guests, make sure
they feel important, get them having a good time.”

“You mean, so all these
guys think that hot girls actually want to talk to them?” I
ask.

Tasha
laughs. “Basically. But it’s three hundred for the night,
plus extra on every bottle you get them to order. And Dimas is
generous with the bonuses.”

I
stop dead, recognizing the name. “Wait, this is for Nikolai
Dimas?”

“Yeah, I think that’s
his name.” Tasha strolls to the mirror and touches up her
lipstick. “They’ve been throwing a ton of events this
month. Lots of boring finance and real estate guys, man, they can’t
flirt to save their lives.”

I
think fast. Dax didn’t give me the time of day when I tried to
say sorry before -- but that’s because I had nothing aside from
my apology to offer him. I remember Tasha’s advice last week:
to give him what he wants. And she’s right, Dax is definitely
the kind of guy to value hard action over words.

Hard, deep action...

“You
know what? I’m in,” I decide, getting to my feet. A
shower of Doritos crumbles cascades to the floor. “Just, umm,
maybe after I take a shower.”