Wicked Game (4 page)

William slowed for a few beats before answering. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

Kara braced one hand on the headboard, using it to push herself up until her back was pressed into his hard, damp chest. She turned her head so she was staring into his eyes; then she grabbed his hand from her hip and pulled two fingers into her mouth. He groaned as she sucked on his digits, then placed them on her swollen clit. “I said harder.”

William had held back more than she thought because the next thing she knew, she was bracing herself with both hands as he drove into her. Each thrust rocked her forward, the wet sound of their flesh slapping together in the background, their breathing heavy and ragged. His fingers massaged her aching clit with each thrust, and she felt her pussy become heavy, trembling with the need for release.
Yes, this is what I needed. Fast and hard.

She cried in protest when she felt his hands leave her sex, but a second later they were in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his fingers, salty from her juices.

“You ready to come, baby?” he asked as he took them from her mouth.

“Yes, please.”

He returned his fingers to her clit, drawing small, tight circles. Then he pulled it between his thumb and index finger and pinched.

Kara’s mouth fell open in shock as the strongest orgasm she’d ever had coursed through her body. She felt her pussy contract and milk his dick as every nerve ending she had exploded. He shuddered violently with his own release, calling her name like a prayer before finally collapsing on top of her.

After a few moments, William rolled off her, then took off the condom, tied the end, and placed it on the nightstand. The room was silent, with the exception of their panting, and it smelled of sweat and sex. It was absolutely intoxicating. “Fuck me,” William muttered. “What kind of game are you playing?”

Kara laughed as she ran a hand through her hair. “Wicked game.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

No kidding.

William offered a small nod to his dad’s secretary as he sat in the waiting room. He didn’t know why the hell he was here, and he could think of a million other places he’d rather be.
Like buried inside Kara’s sweet pussy again, watching her muscles flex beneath the skin on her back while I take her from behind. Or maybe with her on top this time, her perfect tits bouncing while she rides me.
William cursed under his breath and tried to divert his mind to something less stimulating. It’d been two months since he’d seen Kara, and he’d thought of little else. He’d tried to casually bring her up when he’d spoken with Ben, but all he’d gotten was that she stayed busy, working at her bar. He hated that she was still on his mind. She’d been upfront about just wanting sex from him that morning, and the fact that he hadn’t heard from her since pretty much confirmed it, but dammit, he couldn’t get her out of his head. Truth be told, as much as he wanted to be physical with her again, and good God did he want to, he also had an intense desire to get to know her. The
real
her. The Kara she’d been busy hiding from everyone else but had let slip out in his arms on the dance floor. And the only thing that realization did was piss him off.

The thought of Kara had his mind wandering to Trevor. William rolled his eyes at the thought of the little shit. Trevor wasn’t a bad guy by any far stretch of the imagination, but he also didn’t belong with Kara. Supposedly, they were just friends, and while William had never seen anything to suggest otherwise, he always thought Trevor had a soft spot for her. While Trevor seemed like a good enough guy—he was respected in his field and was always there when Kara needed him—there was something off about him. Something William couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“William, Mr. Jones will see you now.” The secretary, Beth, gave him a curt nod and walked him to his father’s office. His dad had called him the night before and demanded he come see him. William couldn’t remember the last time he was in his father’s office, but it still smelled like cinnamon.

“Son!” Carl Jones threw his hands in the air when William walked in. He smiled and embraced his father, then sat down in front of the massive desk. He looked around and saw not much had changed. The office was still pretty bare, with the exception of a few framed pictures that adorned the walls, most of them of William, Carl, and William’s mother, Vanessa.

“Hey, Dad.” He crossed his ankle over his knee and then placed his hands in his lap. “It’s been a while.”

“It has, I’m afraid. Too long.” Looking at his father was like looking into a mirror. The man’s skin was a deep, golden brown, courtesy of his Native American roots. He was tall and lean, and his presence was noticed no matter where he was. William took after his father in every physical feature except for his blue eyes. His mother was to thank for those. In that moment he realized how much Kara resembled his mother. Both were very light-skinned, petite women. “So…I bet you want to know why you’re here.”

“I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t crossed my mind.”

Carl sighed and then pulled out a large folder. “As you know, I’m not getting any younger. Your mother is ready to travel, see the world, and I put her off long enough. I don’t want to sell my company, even though I’ve had
many
offers… I want it to stay in the family. You’re our only child, you went to school for business, and from what I hear, you’re doing a fantastic job as project manager. So, now I’m offering the company to you. Our legacy.”

William watched in shock as Carl dropped the folder in front of him. He slowly pulled it into his lap, hesitant to open it. He’d always wanted the company. While his father and he weren’t exactly close, Carl had been offended when William had tried to distance himself from the spotlight their family lived in and decided to work on the project management side, but he’d always planned to take over the business one day. His father was right; it was their legacy. His father had singlehandedly taken the nightlife in Houston to another level. His clubs were magnificent and fresh, and the profit he’d made only spoke to better his reputation.

William looked through the paperwork, frowning when a certain name caught his eye. “Kara’s…” He looked at his father with a blank stare. “Why is Kara’s information in here?”

“Do you know the place?” His father asked, tapping his thumbs together.

“I’ve been in there once. Small bar, locally owned, not any real competition with any of our clubs.”

“Right you are.” His father smiled and leaned forward in his chair. “Except for the fact that it’s
no
competition to our clubs. But it’s in a prime location for my newest idea, the one I hope you will take over.” He brought out another file and slid it toward William.

William opened the folder, and judging by his father’s laugh, his surprise clearly showed all over his face. “A hotel? You want to open a hotel?”

“The street that bar is on is in the middle of our clubs. As you know, right now we have three: Crossroads, our dance spot, Sport’s Masters, for our sports fans who want to have a beer and hang out, and Girl’s Night, for our lovely ladies. What we don’t have is a nightclub with a little more…edge. Black Velvet will be that place. The first level will be a dance floor and bar, the second level will be for those who want…let’s say those who want a little more exotic fun…and on top of that will be hotel rooms.”

“A sex club?” William tried to wrap his head around his father’s plan. “You want to open a sex club? With hotel rooms above it? You don’t think that’s a little amateur? Not to mention, trashy?”

“Hell no, it’s not amateur! And it won’t be some tacky-ass sex club either. Black Velvet will be
the
place where adults go to play out their fantasies. Get away from their kids for a night, dance and fuck to their heart’s content, all the while having access to rooms directly above them. Think about it: no worrying about how they’re going to get home, no dealing with parking outside of other clubs. None of the headaches that come with planning a night out. Plus, all guests would have to sign a nondisclosure form immediately upon entry. Can’t have any goings-about being broadcasted. So no worries all around. All they have to do is show up and have a damn good time.”

William tossed the idea around in his head. His father was right. For a while, sex had been something that was kept behind closed doors, but these days it was back in the spotlight. And people were doing and trying new things in order to seek a higher sense of pleasure. Black Velvet would be a way for those who wanted to partake in something a little out of the ordinary to do so safely. His father was a fucking genius. “Okay, so what does this have to do with Kara’s?”

“Kara’s is directly in the middle of the clubs, and that spot would be perfect for Black Velvet. People could stay there and walk to any of our other facilities if they so wished. And I got a little inside tip that Kara’s hasn’t made much of a profit in a while. Certainly not enough to comfortably stay open. Hell, they’re only open Thursday through Sunday for piss sakes. You get them to sell it to us, and the company is
immediately
yours.”

Kara poured Trevor and herself a glass of water as he set her grilled chicken salad on the bar. Kara’s was about to open, and Trevor had been kind enough to bring her dinner. She’d been working all day, trying to find someone who could do a few repairs, but everyone she’d called had given her insanely expensive estimates. She couldn’t afford much, and it was looking like she was going to have to do as much as she could herself.

“Here’s your dressing.” Trevor handed her the packet and sat down beside her. “There’s something I want to talk to you about. I’ve tried to bring it up a million times over the past couple months, and for some reason I just couldn’t do it, but I’m ready now. It’s going to sound crazy to you, but I need you to hear me out.”

Kara poured the dressing over her salad, then mixed it around with her fork. “You’ve got my attention,” she said before shoving a bite of chicken into her mouth.

“You’re so ladylike,” Trevor mumbled as he handed her a napkin. “Anyway. I’ve tried to think of a cute way to bring this up, but I couldn’t find one. So here it goes. I think we should get married.”

Kara almost choked on her chicken. “What? Trevor, what are you talking about?”

Trevor took a drink of his water, then continued. “Don’t act so surprised. Surely you saw this in our future. Look, we’re both insanely busy, right? I’m constantly working my ass off trying to move up in the company. You are always here. Neither one of us dates, but we’re both human, so I’m sure you have the same needs I have which aren’t being met.”

Kara pushed her food away, suddenly not hungry. “You can’t be serious. Don’t you want to find someone you connect with? Love? Have a family and stuff?”

“Who says we can’t have a family?” Trevor’s quizzical expression baffled Kara. “You and I both know the idea of the perfect family is a load of crap. But we have a mutual respect for each other, we’re both attractive, and we’re both driven. We also have something the other needs.”

“Oh, pray, do tell.” Kara rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Seriously.” The look Trevor gave her broke her heart. He had clearly thought this plan through. “You’re beautiful, intelligent, and you
get
me. You know my past…” Trevor took a moment before continuing. “And I’d do whatever I could to make sure you were sexually satisfied. I, on the other hand, have plenty of disposable income, and I know you need money if you want to keep this place.”

Kara crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. Was he serious? “You want to pay me…to marry you. You’d help me keep this place…if I fuck you? So I’d be your whore?” Kara felt her face turn red-hot with anger.

“Oh, Kara, please. Don’t be so medieval about this. No, I do not technically want to pay you to…
fuck
me, as you so eloquently put it. But you’d be kidding yourself if you try to deny you need the money. I can provide that for you, just like any other husband takes care of his wife.”

Kara remained silent, trying desperately to process the information.

“Trevor—”

“Just think about it, love. I think it’s a situation that would greatly benefit both of us.” Trevor tossed his plate into the restaurant bag and then stood up. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, his lips lingering longer than usual. “No one knows you better than I do. I know your past, where you come from. All those nightmares you keep deep down inside…I have the same ones. We’re perfect for each other.” He narrowed his brows and gently rubbed the side of her face with his thumb. “Promise me you’ll consider it. I’ll call you later.”

As soon as Trevor left, Kara stood and grabbed a rag to wipe down the bar. He couldn’t be serious, could he? Was she comfortable with Trevor? Absolutely. That wasn’t even a question. He’d be a good husband to her; he’d never hurt her, physically or mentally. She slowly walked to the front doors and unlocked them, the sound of the key echoing loudly in the small area. She looked around at the old, dark, wooden floor, the old-school barstools, and the jukebox in the corner. This place was her home, and she knew she was in danger of losing it. Trevor hadn’t been incorrect about that little fun fact. Without some serious money soon, thousands of dollars to be honest, she would eventually have to sell, and it would tear her in two. But could she do it? Could she trade her body and heart to keep this place? Or was Trevor right? Was she taking this to a level he hadn’t intended? He’d never think of her as some sort of property. Maybe this proposition wasn’t as black and white as she’d originally thought. After all, he was right; people compromised all the time. Give and take was a part of everyday life. Why should marriage be any different?

Kara scowled at herself when her mind immediately went to the morning she’d shared with William. He’d made her body feel alive. She’d thought of him since then, fingering herself in her bed and in the shower; hell, her sex was beginning to clench now at the mere thought of him. There might be a thin line between love and hate, but the one they’d danced on was nothing short of ecstasy.