Tempt Me (Tease Me Book 2) (13 page)

“Well,” I said and turned. “If you’re paying.”

“Did you ever kill that cop?” Diego asked. He picked up his beer and took a drink, not taking his eyes off the dancer on the stage.

My heart skipped a beat at the thought of Ellie. I shrugged and waved down a waitress to bring me another drink. “No,” I said simply.
 

“Ah,” Diego said with a laugh. “I know you, you dirty man! She looked like she had a tight little pussy. And those titties,” he said, holding up his hands, squeezing the air as if there were breasts in his hands. The waitress hurried over, eyeing Diego. The bastard lacked social common sense. “What I’d give to get my hands on ‘em.”
 

He flicked his eyes to the waitress—a pretty young woman with short dark hair. She must be new at the club; I hadn’t seen her before. “Hey, sweet cheeks,” he said, flashing a smile. Diego had been a family friend for years. I felt I had earned the right to openly admit he was not an attractive man. His eyes were beady and close together, his nose flat and too big for his face, and he had a perpetual line of sweat on his upper lip. He eyed the waitress up and down and licked his lips. I internally rolled my eyes.

He ordered another drink and some food, eye-fucking the waitress the whole time. Her hand shook as she wrote down our order. I raised my eyebrows. Interesting. She must know who I am.

I put on the charm when I told her to bring me another beer. In just seconds, the young woman was smiling, and her hands stopped shaking. She ran her eyes over me before she turned and walked away.

“You’re a prick, ya know, right?” Diego said to me.

“Why the fuck do you say that?” I asked.

“All you gotta do is flash that pretty boy smile and you got ‘em creaming in their panties for you.”

I leaned back and smiled broadly. “It’s a blessing and a curse.”

Diego leaned forward. “Think you can get her to come home with you?” he asked, challenging me to it.

I could, but I didn’t want to. Diego noticed my hesitation.

“What?” He inhaled. “Oh. That cop. She’s at your house.” Diego shrugged. “Put her in the shed or something. Of if she’s as good at fucking as you’re eluding to, I’ll keep her company for the night.” He licked his lips again and leaned forward. “In fact, let me have her. Just once. I’ve never fucked a cop before.”

The muscles in my arms tightened, and I felt my eye twitch. “No.”

Diego blinked, surprised. Then he smiled, narrowing his eyes. “What you in love with her or something?” he joked.

My stomach fluttered. I was not in love with Eleanor Morgan. No…it was…was something else. Addicted. Yes, that was it. I was addicted to her. I wanted more, and one more time was never enough.

“I’m not in love with her,” I said in a level voice.

“She in love with you?”

I raised an eyebrow. “What do you think? You kidnapped her?”

“So she’s a pain in your ass?”

Far from it. Ellie was everything I didn’t know I wanted, didn’t know I
needed
. “Something like that.”
 

Diego nodded. “But you don’t want to share?”

I gave him a blank stare. “When have I ever shared?”

He let out a snort of laughter. “You’re right. You’re Alejandro fucking Calaveras. You get whatever you want.”

“Keep your voice down,” I hissed, giving Diego a glare that said his friendly banter had gone too far. He might have been a friend for years, but I was still his boss.
 

“So, uh,” he said, nervously fiddling with the label on his beer. “You happy I brought the bitch back?”

Something flickered inside of me. I didn’t want anyone but me calling Ellie a bitch. I took in a slow breath. “Thrilled.”

Diego nodded. “She causing problems?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Why do you care?”

He shrugged and leaned back, looking behind me. “Just curious. I thought you’d kill her by now.”

“There is no need,” I said. “She’s been quite enjoyable.”
 

“So you’re fucking her?”

I tipped my head. “Of course I’m fucking her.” Just the thought of having sex with Ellie made my dick harden. I blinked.
 

“Good,” Diego said. His lips pulled up into a nervous smile. He was acting strange this evening. “You keeping her at the house, right?”

“Where else would she be?”

He shrugged and looked around. “Glad I brought her back?” he asked, flashing a smile.

“I wouldn’t say that.
You
kidnapping was still idiotic,” I said, reminding Diego that it was still his mess. I cast my eyes around the crowded club. I got VIP seating wherever I went, and Diego and I sat at a private bar by the stage. My gaze settled on a petite woman, no older than twenty-one. Her hair was dyed blonde, and she wore too much makeup. Her uniform consisted of heels, thigh-high stockings, a short skirt that didn’t cover her tight ass, and a push-up bra. She bent over a table, breasts spilling from the tight cups.
 

I sighed and rubbed my temples. I was more than just tired and to the point of fucking exhaustion.

“You okay,
señor
?” Diego asked, finishing his beer already. “You look stressed.”

“Just tired,” I confessed.
 

“Nah, it’s more than that.” Diego set the empty bottle down. “I haven’t seen that look in your eyes since you crashed your father’s Ferrari.”

I smiled at the memory. “We were idiots back then.”

Diego laughed. “Are we any better now?”

“Fuck, we’re old,” I said and chuckled. “That was over thirteen years ago. And you’re right. You haven’t changed a bit.”

“And you’re still the cocky asshole you were in school. Except now you’re not as fun.”

I sighed. It was true, and there was no reason to try and hide it from Diego. The guy had known me since we were kids. “There’s more stress in all this than you’d think,” I added softly.

Diego put his hands on the table. “Ya know what would help with all that? Let me in. Give me half the responsibility. Come on, Ale, I’ve earned it by now, haven’t I?”

I pressed my lips together. “I’ll think about it,” I said.

“Hah. I know what that means.”

“It means I’ll think about it,” I repeated firmly. The waitress brought us another round of drinks. A few minutes later, our food was served. I waved my hand in the air once our plates were in front of us. “Enjoy your food. No more talk about business.”
 

Diego smiled and nodded, unrolling his fork from the napkin. “Of course,
señor
. You’re the boss.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ELLIE

I FIGURED Alejandro wouldn’t be home for dinner. I went downstairs when I was hungry, somewhat surprised to see a meal had already been prepared for me. I ate in the kitchen, awkwardly trying to talk to the maid. When I was done eating, I stood and took my plate to the sink. The maid looked at me like I was crazy.
 

“I can help,” I said slowly. She gave me a blank stare. Fuck. Why did I insist on taking American Sign Language as my foreign language in school? Oh yeah…I thought it would be easy. Hah. I was wrong.

“Wash dishes?” I tried. The maid shook her head. I set the plate in the sink and pointed to myself. “Ellie.”

“Lupe,” she replied and held out her hand to shake.

“Nice to meet you.” She had to know some English, right? Alejandro spoke it very well. I was sure she picked up on something from being around him. She stepped to the side and let me wash the remaining dishes. I noticed she kept flicking her eyes to the door, as if she was afraid Alejandro would come home and see me doing dishes and blame her.

I was drying my hands when he burst through the door. He was on his phone, speaking in Spanish. I smiled, feeling butterflies flap in my stomach at the sight of him. His eyes met mine, and he smiled too. I bit my lip and looked over.
 

Holy fuck, the man was hot.

He was dressed in black pants that fit him perfectly. I could see the outline of his big cock when he walked. Shit, I wanted him. His white button-up shirt was a little wrinkled, as if he had spent a lot of time in a car today. His dark eyes glinted, and some of the stress was gone from his face.

He held his hand up to the phone and said something to Lupe.

“
Si, señor
,” she replied and hurried off. He strode past me, and I caught a whiff of his cologne. Every thing about Alejandro was so damn appealing. I inhaled deeply then went after him, taking my time so I wouldn’t intrude.

He tossed his suit jacket on his bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. A pulse of desire went straight through me, warming my pussy.
 
He looked at me, annoyed I was listening in on his business call. I rolled my eyes when he wasn’t looking; it’s not like I knew what he was saying anyway. A few slow minutes ticked by before he hung up.

“Finally,” I said shyly.
 

He ran his eyes over me, as if it was the first time he had seen me that day. “You look beautiful,” he said and stood. He shut the bedroom door and grabbed my wrists. He gave me a jerk, causing me to stumble into him. His cock, while flaccid, pressed into my stomach. I could feel the warmth through the material of his pants. I was getting wet already.

“I missed you,” I said.

“I missed you too,” he admitted. His hands settled on my waist. His cock stiffened. I bit my lip. “Sorry you were alone all day. Again.”

I smiled. “It’s okay. But you should make it up to me.”

“Make it up to you. Hmmm…” He pressed his hips into mine and rocked us back and forth. “And how should I do that?”

I innocently shrugged. “Entertain me.”

“I think I can handle that,” he said then bent his head down.
 

I melted when his lips touched my neck. “What do you have in mind?”

He sucked at my skin. “A game.”

“A game?”

“Yes,” he whispered. He moved his fingers under my dress, up my thigh, and into my panties. “How about this: whoever gives the best oral wins?”

I wrapped my arms around his waist and bent my head down, nuzzling against his neck. “That’s boring.”

“Boring?” he asked, leaning away. “Did you forget what I can do?”

“Oh no,” I said. Just the memory of him going down on me made my pussy clench and drip. “I most definitely didn’t forget that.” I leaned back, my breasts crushing against him. “How about this instead? Whoever can hold out the longest wins?”

“What do you mean?” Alejandro asked and advanced on me, grabbing my waist and throwing me onto the bed. He moved on top of me, putting himself between my legs. His cock now hard and ready for me. I raked my fingers through his hair and let my hands travel down, fingering the zipper on his pants.

“You go down on me. Give it your best shot and see how long I can hold out before I come. Then I do you. Whoever lasts the longest wins.”

“Mmhhh,” he said and kissed me softly, full lips pressing against mine. “And what will I win?”

“I will win more oral,” I said. He kissed me again. I opened my mouth as his tongue slipped in. I moved my hands back up to the top of his head. My fingers tangled in his hair. Then I pushed his head down between my legs. I glanced at the clock, not really paying any attention to the time.

“You’re on, baby,” I whispered and closed my eyes.

“Be prepared to lose,” he moaned, taking my legs under his arms. He yanked me to the edge of the bed and knelt down on the floor. He pushed my dress up, fingertips running over my thighs and against my stomach so softly it gave me chills.
 

He yanked his hands down and grabbed the top of my panties. In one swift movement, he tore them off and dove in. He moved slow at first, knowing the build up was what killed me every time. The day-old stubble on his face was rough against my soft skin. His breath was warm, and I felt my clit swell just thinking about his tongue flicking against it.
 

I pressed my fingers into the mattress. I was going to win, dammit. And I was going to enjoy this.

He started by kissing the inside of my thigh. His kiss was gentle, tender and soft. He sucked at my skin, moving his mouth up to my wetness. Then he nipped at me, teeth sinking into my skin.

Suddenly, he spread my legs and pushed his tongue into me. A moan escaped my lips. He flicked his tongue against my mound, thinking I was close to coming already. I let out a breath and wrapped my legs around his head. He ran his hands up and down my thighs. I turned my head to the side as a shiver of pleasure went through me.

I arched my back. He moved his mouth up, sucking on my clit. Fuck! It felt so good. Tension began to build up inside of me, tension that wanted a release. I grabbed the sheets, twisting them between my fingers. I opened my eyes and looked at him, seeing nothing but his dark hair and his head bobbing up and down as he licked my pussy. I reached out and touched him, my fingers gracing his thick hair.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. The muscles in my thighs began to tighten. Holy fuck, this was amazing! The man was good. He knew what he was doing, that was for sure. My heart pounded, and my breath quickened.
 

He slid one hand out from under my ass and reached for something, opening a drawer on the nightstand. I didn’t care what he was reaching for as long as he—oh God—kept doing that with his tongue. My breath came out in a heavy sigh. I crossed my ankles, curling my toes in as the pleasure made its way down my legs.
 

Something pressed against my clit. He pulled his face back just a bit and turned on a vibrator. Holy. Fucking. Shit. He pressed it against me, moving it in slow, small circles.

“That’s…that’s cheating,” I panted. I dug my fingers into the mattress. Cheating, yes. I didn’t care. I gasped. Tight coils of pleasure wound deep within me.

“I’m not afraid to play dirty when it comes to love,” he whispered and dove back between my legs. I was so wet, so hot for him. But I wanted to win. I wanted this—again. His lips pressed against my thigh, and he moved the vibrator faster.

My body stiffened. I wanted to come so badly right then. Breathing heavily, I threw my head back, opening my mouth. Fuck, this felt good! So good. Oh…my…God. I couldn’t hold out for much longer. I didn’t want to hold out for much longer.