Make Me Sweat

Evernight Publishing

www.evernightpublishing.com

Copyright© 2011 Avril
Ashton

 ISBN:
978-1-926950-56-3

Cover Artist: LF Designs

Editor: Kimberly Bowman

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are
fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

I’m lucky to have someone in my corner
who encourages me, challenges me, and loves me despite my way-too-many flaws.
All writers should have that. To the Spousal Equivalent and the offspring,
Thank You and I Love you.

To the siblings on the Isle 0f Spice/Greenz…Love, always.

A shout-out to the very
Naughty Romance
Writers
. Helluva group of talented folks. Crazy…but talented.

MAKE ME SWEAT

Avril Ashton

Copyright © 2011

Chapter One

Strobe lights glinted off the slender arch of her bare back. A
tiny black dress barely covered her taut ass. He couldn’t decide which to stare
at first. Or longest. The ass begging to be squeezed, bit, or the blue-green
stars floating from her right shoulder to the curve of her left hip.

Dak palmed his cock and stared at the surveillance cameras. The
mysterious woman was back. Two nights a week, for the last three weeks, she’d come
in to his club, Dakota House. Always by herself. Other, more beautiful women lingered
at the bar, but Dak paid them no attention. She took it all.

His fantasy lady strolled over to the bar, her sure steps and
swaying hips screaming, “fuck me”. Taking a seat on a high stool, she crossed her
long, caramel-colored legs. The obscenely high heels on her feet gave them the
illusion of never-ending. His balls tightened, cock swelling harder. This
morning he’d jacked off to her face in his head. As he watched his cum mix with
the water, he promised he’d make a move the next time she came in.

Here she was, putting him to the test. As if she felt his perusal,
she lifted her face slightly, gaze searching and finding the camera directly
above the bar. Dak pressed some buttons and zoomed in. She lifted her chin as
her wide eyes mocked him, lips curved into a smirk. A bad girl. He knew it from
the way she walked, the way she sat expectantly. Waiting.

His move.

Dak snatched up the phone on his desk with unsteady hands and
punched the number to his head of security who patrolling the floor. Jayce
answered immediately.

“Yeah.”

“Bring her to me,” Dak spoke into Jayce’s earpiece.

“About time.” Loud hip-hop drowned out Jayce’s laugh.

“Just do it.” Dak hung up and took a breath. He moved to stand
then thought better of it when Jayce approached the woman. His friend bent and
whispered in her ear. Dak growled, the sound surprising him. He didn’t like
Jayce being that close to her.

Jayce straightened, but the woman didn’t move. In fact she picked
up the glass of clear pink liquid in front of her and drank slowly. Jayce
crossed his arms, frowning at her. His friend wasn’t used to waiting on anyone.
Dak wasn’t either.

She licked her lips and Dak could almost taste the salt from the
rim of her glass. His mystery woman traced the circular rim with a gloved
finger, then brought it to her mouth where she wiped it clean with a dart of
her tongue.

Fuck.

Dak grabbed the phone and spoke into Jayce’s earpiece. “If she’d
not up here in five minutes, you’re so fucking fired.”

On the screen, Jayce grinned. Dak grunted. Maybe it was time to
start looking for a new best friend.

She stood smoothly, following Jayce as he led her to Dak’s private
elevator.

Dak checked his appearance in the mirror in his bathroom, then
stood at his window looking down at the line of people waiting to get into his
club. He smiled, anticipation a tight coil in his gut. He’d never looked
forward to anything more than he did to meeting his mystery woman face to face.
He’d fucked his share of beautiful women, but this one, something had grabbed
him and held on the instant he saw her.

She occupied his dreams, and it was nothing a good session of
raunchy sex couldn’t cure.

A muted knock sounded on his office door. He cleared his throat
before bidding, “Come in.”

The door opened, and he turned as she stepped over the threshold.
Their eyes met, held, and his heart pounded in his chest.

“You called?” A thin, dark brow lifted as she closed the door
quietly behind her.

Dak nodded. “I did. I want to know who you are, what name to call
the woman whose face I’ve been seeing in my sleep.” He knew her name, her shoes
size, her address, but she didn’t know that.

She approached him slowly, heels making no sound on the Berber
carpet. “You dream about me?”

“You sound surprised.” Dak walked to his private bar and poured a
shot of whiskey. A chuckle reached his ear and he turned to face her. She sat
behind his desk, staring at the security monitors.

“You’ve been a bad boy, I see.” She looked at him. “Watching me
this whole time.”

Dak shrugged. “You captured my interest, I had to watch you.” He
held out a glass of whiskey to her and she shook her head. He placed it back on
the bar and took a gulp of his.

“What do you want from me, Mr. Dakota?”

“You know who I am?” Dak removed his jacket and flung it on to
the couch at the far side of the room.

Her eyes followed the movement. “Everyone knows who Ian Dakota
is, but you haven’t answered my question.” She tilted her head, staring at him
with green eyes. “What do you want?”

“You.”

She laughed. The low, husky sound hardened his cock and moistened
the tip. Dak bit back a groan. Shit.

“Do you think I’m for sale, Mr. Dakota?” She asked the question
like one would ask the time of day.

“Not at all,” he rushed to assure her. “I just think you want me
as much as I want you.”

She blinked, a low sweep of long lashes, and got to her feet. “You
think so, huh?” At the window, she stared down at the street. Dak caressed her
smooth back with his gaze. He salivated for a taste of her creamy skin and those
gorgeous tattoos.

Eyes glued to the activity on the street below, she asked, “If I
told you to make me come right now using only your fingers, what would you say?”

His cock jerked. “Take off your dress.”

The black, backless number pooled at her ankles, circling the
gold heels. Dak watched, mouth dry, cock aching, as she pushed her front onto
the window. Palms flat against the glass, she widened her stance.

A step forward brought him to her, his front inches from her back.
He smoothed a trembling hand from the nape of her neck to the twin dimples
above her ass, then traced the flight of the stars etched there.

She sighed and leaned into his touch. Dak wanted to kiss her
skin, lick those stars with his tongue, he wanted to taste her. Hell he wanted.
Period. Instead, he forced his galloping pulse to calm, forced his breath to
steady. Forced his need to wait.

Something he’d never done.

He circled the curve of her ass with one hand, the other he
brought around to cup a heavy breast, thumbing the nipple. A moan rose from her.
She bowed her head.

“Tell me your name.” He pulled a nipple and slid a finger down
the crack of her ass. She panted. “Tell me.”

“Ever. My name’s Ever.”

Ever Marcille, to be precise. He put his lips to her ear and
trailed his hand from her breast to her flat stomach. “Ever, I want to hear you
scream.”

“Yeah?” Her body trembled. “You and me both.”

Dak grinned and dipped a finger between her legs. Moisture coated
it. “Hmm. So wet, Ever. So slick. Pity I can’t sample a taste, but you did say
fingers only.” He brushed a knuckle over her clit then pressed a digit inside
the creamy entrance.

She bucked. “Fucker.”

“Who me?” He pushed two fingers all the way into her cunt then
stopped. Her walls fluttered around him, every pull going straight to his cock.
Damn. Pre-cum leaked from him, but Dak ignored it. He pulled his fingers almost
all the way out of her then plunged back in.

“Ah, God.” Her head fell back onto his shoulder, limbs quivering
as her fingers curled on the smooth glass window. “Again.”

He did it again, ramming three then four fingers into her pussy.
She stood on tiptoe, legs apart, cream sliding down her thighs and coating his
fingers, and rode his hand. Dak ground his cock into her ass, cursing the
clothes separating them.

He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to stave off his hunger,
his need to come deep inside her cunt. Ever reached behind him, cupped his cock,
and he almost shot off right then.

“Fuck.” He pressed his thumb to her erect clit and hooked the
fingers inside. She cried out.

“Yes, like that.”

Dak rubbed back and forth, finding that bump full of nerve
endings, and massaged. A wail left Ever’s throat, her body shook violently and
fresh moisture poured. Her vaginal walls clamped down and around his fingers,
holding him hostage in a painful grip as she came. He didn’t stop rubbing her
clit, didn’t stop massaging her G-spot, until her body went limp.

Wrapping his arms around her midsection, Dak lifted her in his
arms and took two strides before placing her on his desk. Ever’s head lolled
back and her eyes drooped. Dak brushed a lock of hair away from her cheek. She
spread her legs wider in response. He swept his gaze down her lithe body
splayed out for him. Sweat shone on her smooth skin while slick moisture
glistened on her smooth pussy and the inside of her thighs.

Dak dropped to his knees, mouth watering, cock dripping. Blood
pounded in his head, echoing the same in his groin. Leaning forward, he swiped
his tongue on first one then the other of her pussy lips. Ever arched. Salt and
sweet exploded on his taste buds. This was why he turned down everyone else in
his bed, why he saw her face when he came. This, her taste. He knew she’d be
this hot, this responsive. This addictive.

Harsh gasps escaped from Ever as she hooked her ankles around his
neck and lifted her hips in an attempt to ride his face. Dak shook away from
her trembling legs and flattened his palms on the insides of her thighs,
spreading her open to his eyes. Ever’s pussy was all pale pink perfection. Her
clit engorged and quivering, begging for his mouth. He used his fingers to pull
apart those darker lips to reveal that tiny hole contracting, waiting for him
to fill. Dragging a ragged breath into his lungs, Dak inhaled arousal riding on
the verge of need. The fragrance fired his blood, tightened his skin, and
snapped his control.