Club Saturday: Contemporary Menage Romance (Sarasota Sin Series Book 2) (12 page)

Vania recalled the picture of Dylan Easton kissing Payton Calloway on the front steps of Hytel Plume. The kiss was movie magic fantasy. The damn picture traveled around the world and back in minutes. But according to Cora, Dylan had loved Payton even then, had wanted to marry her from nearly the moment he set eyes on her.

“So the woman must be committed to you, but what about love?”

“What do you think about love, Vania?”

“With the right shove in the wrong direction, love can twist into something ugly. By now, Matt’s probably slashed up my clothes with one of his scalpels.”

Evan scowled. “Matt will —"

“I appreciate your help while downstairs. But leading him into believing we’re an item was a mistake.”

“I didn’t
lead
him in anything.”
 
The sudden anger and raw possession in Evan’s eyes mirrored what she’d seen in Matt and it terrified her. “The bastard
will
stay away from you.”

The presumed ownership in his words was too much, the past two days too long.
 
Abruptly, she stood. “I’m checking out the other rooms.”

“Vania, wait.”

With her heart in her throat, she walked down the short hallway, which led to three bedrooms and a bathroom.
 

“Vania?”

“What?”
 

The first bedroom was empty of furniture and featured blinds instead of drapes. Oscar’s room, she thought. He’d enjoy this area more than his current residence at Libby’s downstairs office.
 
Vania could shut him inside this room during the night with a TV and some toys. That way, Oscar wouldn’t powder puff her nose at three in the morning with his furry paws.

“You walked away from me,” Evan said with the air of superiority that men of his importance usually carried. “I’m concerned about you —"

“I’m looking for the most comfortable bedroom.” She focused on slowing her breathing, staying calm.

The second and third bedrooms were both feminine without appearing as though a teenager decorated them, so mattress compatibility would be the tiebreaker.

“You can’t walk away when talk gets serious.” Evan stood in the hall. “I mean what I say. Matt roughed you up and he’s not coming near you again. Even if I have to put a security detail on you.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” To have people watching her constantly, invading her privacy? No way! She’d had enough of this beautiful man for one day. “We’re no longer on company time,
Mr. Easton
. I’ll see you at the office in the morning.”
 

Vania marched into the second bedroom and took a closer look.

“You’re going to
see
me right now.” Evan wrapped his hands around her waist and gently but firmly pressed her against the wall.
 

He wasn’t hurting her, but Vania got the distinct impression he wouldn’t let her go until she listened. And he felt wonderful behind her, all hot and hard. “Fine.” She let her forehead touch the cool wall. “I’m listening.”

“I don’t want another man touching you.”
 
He released the hair clip that secured her up-do. “I don’t want another woman touching me, either.”
 

Her back arched.
 

He tossed her hair clip on a nearby dresser. Vania’s hair fell down her back, sliding between their bodies. “Let’s take a moment to reconnect, Baby, to wash away Matt’s touch.” One of his hands remained on her waist, the other combed through her loose hair.
 

“You confuse me. One minute I want you, the next…” She trembled from his intensity, hated the vulnerability.

“Doesn’t matter.” A fleeting hand skimmed her breast, teasing her tight nipple. “You want me, Vania, which is enough for now.”

“You’re —"

“Hush.” Evan’s hand tightened on her hip, steadying her as he pressed his erection against her back.

Vania’s eyes fluttered closed. Her body’s reaction to him was almost frightening.

Evan’s scent, his breath on her nape as he brushed her hair from her shoulder, was oddly familiar of the time she’d played with Matt in Club Saturday’s elevators.

“I’m too tense.”

“Give me what’s left of your trust.” Another press of his cock against her back drove out most thoughts of Matt. Her joints started loosening right as her feminine muscles clenched. “And you can release your tension, even if it’s for a little while.”
 

“Mmmm.”

Easily sensing her shift in need, Evan wrapped his forearm around Vania’s waist for support. “That’s it,” he coaxed, “lean on me.” His open mouth came down hard on her nape.
 
The pleasurable bite almost crossed the line of pain.

Goosebumps pebbled her skin. “Ah!” His tongue started flicking out, tracing sensitive spots connected strategically to her clit. How did he know exactly where to touch her?

Right beneath her ear, he bit down again.

“Evan!”
 

He licked away the sting of his bite.
 

“Oh, Evan…”
 
When he nuzzled the hypersensitive spots on her nape, Vania grew wetter.

“I’ve waited for months to touch you.” His admission sent chills throughout her body. “To taste you.”
 

A hand skimmed Vania’s soft belly until he stopped on her mound. He kept it still, allowing nothing more than the heat from his palm and fingers to warm her sex.
 

“Please.” She needed him to move that hand.

Vania heard Evan grit his teeth as his hand tightened on her pussy, gracing her throbbing sex with a teasing squeeze before backing off. He dipped his head and trailed bites down the side of her throat. Vania gasped at every nibble, each claiming bite.
 

“I want you to dance for me again. Soon, Vania.” One finger precisely touched her clit, massaging the seam of her pants against her swollen nub while he licked down her neck. “While you’re completely naked.”

She sucked in a breath as he sucked in the skin over her hammering pulse point. He bit down right over the spot.
 

“If I give you that dance,” she said on a long moan, “what… do I get for my efforts?”

“I’m about to show you.”
 

Chapter 14

Evan turned Vania to face him. His cheeks were flushed, his lips parted while his midnight eyes roamed up and down her body, clearly feasting on what he saw yet hungering for more.

“Evan.”

“Mmm, Vania.”
 
His hand shot out and unfastened her pants with practiced precision.
 
He slid them down her legs, his fingertips grazing her skin like butterfly wings. Evan lowered and lifted each foot to remove her pants but left on her shoes.
 

He leaned back and appraised what he’d unwrapped. Vania stood in nude hiphugger panties, professional yet tall heels, and a crocheted peasant blouse with a waist tie. “I know beauty and imperfection go hand in hand.” He licked his lips. “I can’t find your imperfections anywhere. You kill me, Baby. You really do.”

She whimpered, waiting on his next move.

Slowly, Evan’s hands slid up her outer thighs, fingers dipping behind her knees on his upward glide.
 

She moaned his name while the back of her head hit the wall.

“That’s it,” he whispered gruffly. “You know who has you.”
 

Evan brought his hands back to her waist, kissing and nibbling her thighs as he lifted her shirt. He toyed with the waist-tie of her blouse and peppered kisses on her stomach.

Her fingers curled in his hair when Evan dipped his tongue in her navel, circling.
 
“Feels incredible.” She stared down at him as he loosened the waist-tie.
 
His eyes met hers with longing.

“Yes, focus. Push everything aside but us.” Evan placed a kiss against the V-front dip of her hiphuggers. “Imagine me inside you, Vania, as deep as I can go.”

“I am.” She sank her fingers to his scalp. “Right now.”
 

Evan pulled Vania’s blouse over her head while delivering wet, open-mouth kisses on her scorching skin. “So hot, you’re burning for me.”

“Yes.” She writhed beneath his lips, the ache building in her sex. How did he make her burn all over? How did Evan’s touch propel her to unbearable desperation in minutes?

“I always knew beneath your proper little outfits, you’d be gorgeous in your skin.”
 

Evan tossed aside her blouse and feasted on the sight of her. He wiped a shaky hand over his mouth, seemingly transfixed on where her breasts plumped above her unlined demi bra. The fabric was sheer nude nylon, similar to stockings.
 
Her large, rosy nipples stood visible beneath the mesh.

“Evan… The pain is too much.”

“Spread your legs, beautiful.”

She obeyed.

“Wider.”
 
His chest rose and fell beneath his suit jacket. “I need to see you open and willing.”

On a rough gasp, Vania stretched her legs as far as they would go, her sheer panties framing her plump flesh.

Vania braced herself as Evan flattened his hands on her inner thighs and pressed his nose home. “Ah!” She felt his hot breath against the damp fabric, teasing her without mercy.
 

He breathed in and out languidly. “Sweet and tangy.”

“I haven’t showered yet.” She flushed. “It’s… been a long day.”

Circling the tender skin on her inner thighs with his thumbs, Evan whispered against her covered pussy. “I don’t want to smell soap, Baby. I only want
your
scent, the earthier the better.”

“You do?” Matt always made her take a shower first.

“Oh, Vania, you have no idea.”

He nipped at her mound through the fabric, the careful graze of his teeth sending her reeling. From there, Evan’s lips were a myriad of movement across Vania’s sex, delivering kisses and punching hard breaths between nibbling. But his technique, his patience in watching her reactions to repeat and amp up what aroused her was unlike any other lover.
 

Though he’d been toying with her for too long, suddenly her legs hardened to granite. “Oh!”

“That’s it, Vania, let it happen.”

Incoherent words left Vania’s mouth as she bucked from intimate convulsions. With a groan, Evan tore aside her panties and thrust a single finger in her to the hilt.

“Mmm…”

“Baby,” he demanded gruffly. “Give it to me.”

She sort of snapped before flying in every direction. “Evan!”
 

“I’m here.”

“Evan!” She kept screaming his name until her throat grew raw.

“I have you.” He gentled his stroking, easing her down with soothing touches and soft promises. “That’s it.”

When Vania whimpered and started sliding down the wall, Evan lifted her and placed a reverent kiss on her forehead.
 
He carried her to bed and tucked her in with a lavender-scented quilt.
 

“Can I lick you now?”

“That was for you, not me.” He frowned slightly. “Do you want pain reliever?”

“No thanks.”

“I know it’s early but rest awhile.” Evan traced a gentle fingertip over her upper arm, his jaw hardening. “I’ll have dinner sent over to you in an hour.”

She would be foolish to argue. The loft had no food.
 
And
 
although the unexpected orgasm relaxed her, Vania felt bone weary from the drastic way her life had changed. “I’ll nap.”
 

“Good.”

Then she remembered Oscar remained downstairs in the office. Plus, some of the volunteers might be waiting to talk to her. She moved up on her elbows. “I need to take care of the volunteers and Oscar first.”

“I’ll take care of everything.” He pressed the tip of his index finger on her sternum, guiding her down to the bed. “Where’s Oscar?”

“In the downstairs office.” Vania sank into the pillow, her hair fanning out. “I figured I’ll assign him the empty bedroom across the hall.”

“I’ll lock him in there for you.”
 

Vania smothered a yawn. “Keys are on the kitchen counter.”
 

“Get some rest, Baby.”

“Oh, Evan?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget to bring up Oscar’s litter box.”

M
idnight passed before Evan,
Drake, and Julian spotted Dr. Matthew Lambert and his lover leaving a rent-by-the-hour fuck palace.
 

Drake cracked the car window. “That dump couldn’t compete with any Easton resort on the face of this planet, even if given a multimillion dollar renovation and one of our GMs to nurse it back to health.”

“Dr. Lambert is a cheap bastard.”
 
Evan smiled in a way that lifted the hairs on the back of Drake’s neck. “I’ll add that to his list of Cons.”

“He has a list of Pros?”