And here I thought she didn’t let me in on her joke. “I figured we’d do it the old-fashioned way. Tried and true.”
“You wanted…to have sex.”
“You didn’t?”
Her mouth dropped open. “That wasn’t my plan at all.”
“What? Were you just sitting here, fingers crossed, waiting for a damn stork?”
“I didn’t think…”
“That I’d fuck you?”
Leah exhaled, gathering her papers and reorganizing them all neat and tidy into a folder. “I…don’t you think it’ll complicate everything?”
“More than having a baby?”
“You’re right.” She lowered her head. I recognized that defeated sigh, the hesitation in her voice. She had the same reaction every time she pushed me away. “Jack, maybe we shouldn’t—”
“Get changed.”
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
“Get changed. I’m taking you out.”
“Where?”
“To Diva.”
Leah cracked a smile so sexy I thought I’d only earn it with my head buried between her legs. “You’re taking me to a nightclub?”
“We need…a new perspective.” I flashed a grin. “Let me take you out. Have some fun. Get seen in the hottest club in the city. It’ll convince people we’re an item quicker than me kissing your cheek at an afternoon baseball game.”
“Diva’s the most exclusive club in Ironfield.” She scoffed. “Hell, they won’t even let Jolene and me inside. We get our clients on the list and they go alone.”
“I can get you in.”
“Yeah, but at what cost?”
“No tricks. I think you need a little more fun tonight, Kiss, and a lot less…” I waved to the brochures. “Planning. Get changed. We’ll have some fun.”
She glanced over her tank and tight sweats. I loved the look, but Diva was damn fancy. She scolded me when I tried to follow into her bedroom. “Wait right here, Mr. Carson.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” My voice lowered. “I’d like to see it again.”
“Wait. Here.” She hid her excitement as she closed the door. “I can’t believe I’m going to a club with you.”
“I’ll prove to you that my nights aren’t that scandalous.”
“By whose definition, Casanova?” The dresser drawer slammed shut. “Make no mistake. I’m holding your leash tight tonight.”
“If you only knew how sexy that sounds.”
Leah stepped out of her room, dressed in a tiny red scrap of sin that clung to her curves and would split my cock if I didn’t get my hands on her.
“This good?” She spun. “I’ve never been to Diva before.”
Could a man talk with no blood in his head? “We shouldn’t go.”
“But…you said you wanted to take me somewhere fun?”
“Yeah…we could have plenty of fun right here.” I surveyed those hips again. “Without anyone seeing you in that dress.”
“Are you jealous?”
Never thought I would be. “I don’t like to share.”
“I bought this dress a few months ago.” She twirled for me, baiting me to toss her down before I let her get out of my reach. “I worried it was a little too slinky.”
“You look perfect.”
“If you think I look good, then it is too slutty.”
“Good then. Just wear it for me.”
Leah sighed. “Well, if we’re serious about having a baby…it might be the last time I’ll fit into the dress. I should wear it while I can.”
Images flashed into my head. Leah with a little bump, her body soft and changing, swelling with my baby. My dick couldn’t punish me anymore, but I never had it get so hard before.
I spent my life trying not to knock up women, but now I was supposed to do it. It should have terrified me, but the only thing greater than that sexy dress was the thought that I’d be the one to claim her. All I wanted to do was throw her down and fill her womb with my seed.
Holy shit, was that even a normal reaction for a man to have?
Every muscle in my body tensed, tightened, and demanded that I keep her there, under me, with me, on me. I had to get inside her.
Leah winked. “Are we going? You don’t look so sure anymore, Jack.”
Fuck me. I’d never survive. And she knew it. She played me.
Too bad I hated to lose.
By the end of the night, she’d be asking for it, Pleading with me to grant her a release. To touch her. To hold her. To fuck her until we collapsed in the ultimate pleasure a man and woman were meant to experience.
She’d beg me for a baby.
And I’d give it to her.
“Yeah…” I glanced over her body again and imagined the dark curves that would be mine. “You’re gonna have a night you never forget.”
“Promise?”
I held the door open for her. “I guarantee it.”
Her shy smile twisted my boxers. I led her to my car, helping her into the passenger seat like a perfect gentleman.
Of course, as she slid inside she accidently offered me a view of her soft thigh. Cocoa trouble, that’s what she was. If looking at her rendered me into a slobbering moron, catching the brush of her perfume would flatline me. She smelled of violets and sweetness, just how she had tasted on my tongue.
I drove to the nightclub, leaving my car with the valet and offering my elbow for the most beautiful woman at the venue. Diva wasn’t a five-dollar-cover close to the colleges. It was class. Velvet ropes and dropped names. It thrummed sensual music and pushed forty dollar drinks.
Leah had never been inside before, but I wasn’t leaving her to the rabble below. A man of my status earned the VIP section even before I invested in the club. I let her walk before me, admiring how her ass shimmied up the stairs. She knew it too, and each step was taken slow, deliberately, until she tucked behind the beaded curtain and overlooked the dancing below.
She leaned over a gold railing and watched the show. Couples grinded on the dance floor while those yet unattached claimed tables in the darkness. The VIP section passed around champagne. She declined, eyes lowered.
“I shouldn’t, in case I decide to…” She smiled. “You know. Have a procedure.”
God, that tease. Leah stared at the club with wide eyes and peeked over the gold railing. Her hips wiggled in time to the music, subtle. Like how she’d dance in her office when she thought nobody was looking.
But I watched. I saw. I wondered how that delicate ass would feel pressed against me.
I stretched my arms over her, covering her hands on the railing and edging close. She tensed, but she didn’t push me away, even when I kissed the vulnerable, pulsing spot between her neck and collarbone.
If she meant to arch into my lips, she hid it well. Her eyes closed.
“I want you.” I didn’t have to say it. My pants trapped my cock, and I ground the hardness against her ass to the rhythm of the music. “I’d give you the best night of your life.”
Leah didn’t push me away, but her voice challenged me just the same. “You don’t know that. Maybe I’ve had many good nights.”
“Ever have a great one?”
“It’s subjective.”
“Not with me. Spend a night with me, and nothing will ever feel the same.”
Leah smirked, enjoying the music, ignoring how my body enveloped hers. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“Do you want to be full of me?”
“Are you ever serious?”
I pulled away from the railing, letting my fingers tickle her arms, her sides, her waist. “I’m always serious about good sex.”
“Wouldn’t this be a little more than sex?”
“Yes.”
“Then shouldn’t we talk about this?” she asked. “Take it seriously?”
I hadn’t lured her to the sexiest club in the city to make a damn pro/con list. I led her away from the crowd and into a secluded, shadowy part of the VIP room. We had a private dance floor, a sanctuary within the pulsing music and loose morals. Leah tangled in pink and purple shadows, drifting lights in a smoke filled and exciting club. Her red dress was not nearly as beautiful as the darkness of her skin. She was sultry and seductive, innocent and wide-eyed.