Lahat ng Kabanata ng Club Red: Sin And Seduction : Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

I glance up into the blue eyes of that same bartender who’d been flirting with me previously. I sense she's joking and have no doubt that she knows I'm the new owner of Club Red. I decide the easiest way to put Laurel out of my mind would be to enjoy the company of someone else. Someone like this beautiful woman. And I might as well keep the light-hearted humor going. “Likewise. Do you come here often?” I plant my elbows on the bar and clasp my hands together, drawing her attention to them, but only for a second before her gaze locks back on my face. Her tongue darts across her lips in a tantalizing gesture that makes my cock twitch. “Not often enough, because I don’t see you as often as I’d like.” She's smooth, I'll give her that. “What a shame. We’ll have to remedy that.” She arches an eyebrow at me. “What do you say we meet up tonight and get to know each other a little better?” “Tonight? How about right now?” Why should either of us bother to wait when we can just go? She g

As he hesitates I wrack my brain, trying to think of a reason to keep him here. What could I possibly say or do that would make him want to stay? I mean, besides ripping all my clothes off and telling him to take me now. It's too soon for gestures like that. Then again, it's probably too soon for him to just come kiss me out of the blue like that, but I digress. Before I can say anything, I hear a strange noise further back in the building. Arson hears it too and arches an eyebrow at me. “The ghosts sure are noisy today,” I joke. He seems amused but also ready to make his escape. I'm not sure why he's in such a big hurry to leave after the amazing kisses we shared, but I'm sure he has a reason. I take another step closer to him, then falter, unsure what to say or do. “I-” I say, but words fail me and I stare at him, watching the corners of his lips curve up. “The kiss was really nice. Both of them.” I suddenly feel very, very shy, like I'm a teenager and it's my first kiss. First

Sliding my hand up and down, I imagine her here, straddling my hips and leaning in to kiss me. I can almost feel the weight of her body, the warmth of her skin, the taste of her lips, and my body responds. My cock pulses in my hand, throbbing with an intensity I’m not used to feeling and I let out a groan. My phone buzzes and my eyes fly across her words. 'Challenge accepted. And maybe this time, we can do a bit more than just kiss.' My groan turns to a growl and my hand pumps faster. 'Do you have any idea what you do to me?' I know I’m teetering the line between flirty and overly sexual, but at this point, I’m not sure I care - she seems to be pushing the conversation this direction too, and it’s driving me mad. As it is, I don’t masturbate much; I’m used to having women at my beck and call who are willing to stop by for a few hours until I’ve had my fill. Then I send them on their way, happy and satisfied. But as I work my hand up and down the length of my shaft, feeling pleasur

But she shakes her head, as if disagreeing with me and gestures with her hands for me to stay on the couch. “No, no, no. You should stay here and flirt with your man some more.” “He's not my man,” I mumble the words under my breath as I follow her toward the front door. I had no idea Mia heard my words until she responded. “Oh, I'd say he's your man, if you want him to be. And if you're not going to claim him, maybe I will.” The thought of her claiming him bothers me a lot more than maybe it should if this is nothing serious. Maybe that's something I need to examine and figure out. Would it bother me to see him with other women? I don't have any right to make any kind of claim over him, but I honestly feel like seeing him with someone else would gut me. Maybe things are more serious than I think. As I stop at the front door, my best friend gives me a knowing look. “If the thought of me with him bothers you, maybe you need to think about why that is.” With that, she gives me anoth

With every touch she seems to relax more and more until I’m afraid she might fall down. But I’m not done. I reach for the ledge and take a lavender-scented body soap and pour a generous amount into one palm, then rub my hands together before beginning to rub her down. As my hands travel, coating her with white suds, I explore every inch of her, loving her soft skin and the way she reacts to me. From goose bumps to pebbled nipples, to a sudden inhale when I slip a hand between her legs, every reaction is so pure, so hungry, so trusting. Her eyes are still closed as I continue feeling the plains and crevasses of her sexy body. The water rinses away the soap, leaving behind a sweet scent and even softer skin as I come up to knead her neck and shoulders, waiting for the tension there to melt away. Once the knots feel soft and her shoulders have dropped an inch, I move down her back and grab palmfuls of her ass, loving the way she feels. She winds her arms around my shoulders and leans