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  She giggled and melted further into me. “I think if you don’t put clothes on, I’m the least of their worries.”

  We both laughed.

  “I have reservations at one of LA’s finest,” I said, kissing her forehead. “But first, there is a surprise waiting for you in the kitchen.”

  Her eyes lit up as I guided her to the bedroom door. Seconds later, she was back with her nose buried deep in the flowers. “I love them, Kelly. Thank you. They’re just like the ones you gave me when we first started dating.”

  I glanced at my watch. “We better be going. I’d hate to be late.”

  9

  Kendra

  Kelly was a man of surprises.

  He had decided on a romantic dinner at the city’s best Indian restaurant. And from the moment we entered the building, the delicious smells of spices melding together were enough to make my stomach grumble.

  With a firm possessive hand pressed into the small of my back he leaned close to my ear and murmured in a sexy rasp, “You can’t even get this kind of authenticity in India itself.”

  The crisp music playing from the sitar filled the air. Glancing over my shoulder, the dim lighting made Kelly look dangerously sexy. He was wearing a fitted jet-black suit with an opened collar and it matched perfectly up against my same colored, exposed shoulder dinner dress with gold belt. “I highly doubt that.”

  He pulled back. “You’ve been to India?”

  “Well, no.” I smiled.

  “Then trust me on this.”

  Kelly’s name was called by the host and we were told our table was ready. Following the young man through the restaurant, I danced along with the music, spinning on my tall pointed-toe stilettos, getting Kelly to smirk.

  Every table my eyes landed on was piled high with incredible looking foods. Multiple spreads, mixed with a variety of colors that filled shiny silver plates beautifully. I had always appreciated authentic foods of the world, though had little desire to actually travel to such places. I had heard they were dirty and the chances of getting sick was always something I wasn’t willing to risk. Besides, Kelly seemed to know what he was talking about.

  The further back we walked, the more my mind drifted to what Kelly would choose to discuss tonight. There was little doubt in my mind that he would keep the mood light. Though a small part of me knew that at some point we would be forced to speak about the elephant in the room—the end of our month-long agreement. Because whether we wanted to admit it or not, we were reaching that inevitable point.

  “Here we are, Miss.” The host seated me.

  Kelly nodded and handed him something.

  “What did you just give him?” I asked as soon as the host left, promising to be back soon.

  Kelly’s brow furrowed as he shrugged.

  I tilted my head to the side.

  “Nice table isn’t it?”

  I looked around. There were statues of deities and bright colors galore. We had privacy and a view. I couldn’t ask for anything more. “Incredible.”

  “I gave him a tip. He arranged this.” Kelly held his hands out. “Made sure we could eat in peace. Without the hassle of them.” He nodded his head toward the many people filling the restaurant’s dining area. Through their murmurs and laughter, his gaze fell to the one orchid I insisted he pin to my shoulder.

  “Then he deserved however much you just gave him.” I folded my hands on my lap, thinking that despite what we’d been through, I didn’t want a life without Kelly Black in it.

  His gaze darkened as he brought his hands to the table, extending his elbows to my side of the table. “Give me your hands.”

  My brow quirked.

  “I want to hold you, Bella.”

  Slowly, and without hesitation, I let my hands fall into his. His fingers clasped around my slender bones and he held me with heated possession. Stroking the inside of my wrists with his thumbs, my heart pounded with desire expanding my chest. He was so good at making me feel wanted. I didn’t ever want to think about losing him. I wanted him to be mine for eternity. The way he could wipe away my stresses with a gentle peck at my lips, or how he could make me forget the bad with a single magical touch. That was the power of Kelly Black, and he had me under his spell.

  Our host returned, apologizing for his interruption. Kelly refused to let go of my hands, just as I refused to take my eyes off of him. He took control with our order as I’d learned to expect from him. He knew exactly what he wanted, and how it was to be presented. I had learned to trust his decisions, knowing he never led me astray. And as he did that, all I wanted was to ask him how well he knew Timothy Parker.

  Chai tea was poured just before our host left us alone once again.

  Kelly rolled his eyes back to me. They raked over every square inch of my body and he had a very satisfied look on his face. “Jesus, Bella. You look amazing in that dress.”

  Diverting my gaze out of pure embarrassment, I said, “Thank you.”

  He tipped his body forward and lifted one of my hands to his lips. Kissing my knuckles, my nipples hardened. “And I can’t wait to get you out of it, either.”

  My cheeks blossomed as he was doing a great job of turning me on. There was fire in his eyes and I knew that little jaunt in the shower wasn’t enough to satisfy a man with a libido as big as his.

  “Is there something on your mind?” he asked.

  There was. I burned to tell him what I saw the day Tonya came running out crying from the back of Emmanuel’s salon with Parker chasing after her. I wanted to ask him if he had heard about Tonya and if her death had anything to do with Maria’s. And, most of all, I needed him to confirm that I was safe. Assure me that these women getting picked off had nothing to do with Madam, him, or me.

  My chest rose as I let out a huge sigh.

  But I didn’t want to speak about any of that for fear of ruining the romance we had building. He was having fun and I didn’t want to squash it by choosing to speak about something that didn’t matter in the moment.

  “In fact, there is,” I said, bringing back my flirt. “I didn’t understand half of what you just ordered.”

  He grinned, then laughed. “Do you trust me?”

  This time it was my turn to laugh. “You know I do.”

  “Then there is nothing to worry about. My taste for good food is impeccable.” He winked.

  I didn’t doubt any of that. Kelly set the bar high for expectations he placed upon himself, as well as the people he allowed into his personal circle. Including me. It was always top of the line.

  His eyes moved up the center of my chest. “God damn, a part of me just wants to skip dinner all together and get on with fucking you.” He pulled his hand away and made a fist. “You’re looking incredible,” he said, biting his knuckle.

  “And give up all the delicious food you insist is coming?”

  “The food hasn’t got a chance if matched up against you.” He leaned back and a painful expression crossed his face. “Let me just fuck you.”

  “We just did.” I giggled. “Before we came. That wasn’t enough for you?”

  Kelly looked around before he got a mischievous grin on his face. Leaning forward, he asked, “Do you remember when I demanded you give me head under the table?”

  Pressing my thighs together, my panties were already damp. “I’m not doing that again.”

  “You’ll do as I say.” When I didn’t respond, he came back with another question for me. “Tell me, Bella. Which do you prefer? Sex in public or our time at Mint?”

  Feeling my chest flush with heat, I took a moment to think it over. Despite my unwillingness to get under the table and suck him off now, I couldn’t deny how much I truly did like the risk of having him throat fuck me in public. “They’re both thrilling,” I said.

  “Yes.” He nodded. “But which do you prefer?”

  “As long as my answer doesn’t come with any specific requirements—”

  He shook his head. “Purely for my own amusem
ent.”

  It always was, I thought, just before saying, “Since Mint is across town, I guess I prefer sex in public.”

  His eyes narrowed and I could see his imagination churning between his ears. Needing to confirm my own suspicions, I slipped one foot out of its heel and found his ankle under the table. Kelly held my gaze as I dragged my toes up his leg, pushing it between his thighs. Finding his hard cock tenting his slacks, I bit my lip and the ache moved to my erect clitoris.

  The host was back with a large tray of food.

  Leaning forward, I lowered my voice and murmured, “If you can make it through dinner without mentioning anything about sex, I’ll let you fuck me wherever and however you want.”

  His smile hit his ears. “Deal.”

  10

  Kelly

  I was always up for a good challenge. Especially when I knew that what I would ask for in return would be so much better than anything she could have expected.

  Kendra didn’t have a chance. Didn’t she know who I was? What I was capable of achieving? And though I never mentioned anything about how much I wanted to fuck her in every desirable orifice she offered, sex was the only thing on my mind. Even when delving into the explosion of tastes and marveling in conversation, deciding how I was going to fuck her was always in the back of my mind.

  Somehow we managed to hit on nearly every topic—from places we dreamed of traveling, to the most disgusting foods we’d ever tried—without ever bringing up any of the drama that seemed to have plagued our relationship from the very beginning. That in itself was refreshing, but not as energizing as the feeling of having her tight cunt wrapped around my cock.

  Swallowing down her last bite of naan, Kendra lifted her glass of water to her mouth and curled her lips over the rim. Feeling my bulge stiffen, I watched her lean back and flash me a heated look. It was clear she was satisfied with the meal and ready to get on with dessert—me.

  “Now that our plates are empty—” I broke the silence.

  Her gaze cast to the table as she flicked her brows.

  “Is it safe for me to discuss that taboo topic you refused to talk about while we ate?”

  Sliding her tongue over the top of her teeth, she said, “Depends.”

  The corners of my eyes crinkled. “On?”

  “Whether or not you want to decide how best to fuck me tonight.” She lifted her chin with confidence.

  Chuckling, I turned my head and nodded. “By phrasing it like that,” I turned back and fixed my gaze on her, “it sounds to me like I’m going to get fucked regardless.”

  Taking her cloth napkin from her lap, she set it on the table in front of her. “Only an arrogant man would think that.”

  “And am I arrogant?” I arched a brow.

  When her foot landed on my crotch, I sucked back a breath of surprise. She stroked her toe over my hardness and said, “Most definitely.”

  We were both laughing when our host was back with the credit card and bill. Taking the pen between my fingers, I scribbled my signature on the tab, making sure to give him a generous tip before standing. Naturally, Kendra glanced at my strained pants, but what the fuck did I care? Delaying the inevitable was torture. There was no sense in hiding my unyielding attraction for her, or how I was so turned on by all the things I was imagining inside my head.

  When I offered her my hand, her eyes drifted off my erection up to my eyes. Closing my fingers around her hand, I pulled her to her feet with zero interest in going soft from here to the car.

  First I kissed her, then I spun her around with my hand on the small of her back allowing her to lead us to the exit. Tucking her back up against me, she did a marvelous job at hiding my arousal. Sex seeped from my pores and before I knew it, we were outside and standing next to my car.

  She twisted around to fall into my chest. Crashing my lips over hers, she thrust her tongue against mine. The spices of the meal continued to dazzle my senses and the passion in the way she kissed me back only intensified the agony I felt boiling inside my core.

  Kendra backpedaled while shoving her fingers through my hair and soon I had her pinned against the car. She clung and scratched as I pushed more of my weight against her small frame. The seal of our lips broke and she immediately gasped. Laboring through panted breaths, she gazed up at me from beneath her brow. Unable to resist the temptation of her beauty, I crashed my lips down on hers once again.

  “Now—” I took her face in my hand the next time I came up for air. “Where should I begin fucking you?”

  Her tongue darted over her lips as her pulse ticked in her neck. She blinked in thought, as if wanting to make the perfect decision herself.

  Reaching under her dress, her mound was hot and damp, ready to be pummeled by my needy cock. “Jesus, woman. Feel you. It would be too easy to take you now.” Her seduced eyes danced with mine. “You’re not easy, are you?”

  The corner of her lip curled.

  Rubbing her pussy through her lace garments, I slid my tongue into her mouth. She sucked it passionately before I opened the door, telling her, “Get those pretty lips of yours ready.” She fell into her seat and gave me a questioning look. “You’ll be sucking my cock the moment I get behind the wheel.”

  She smacked her lips and curled her claws at my arousal.

  Closing her car door, I jogged around the back of the vehicle, laughing. Without a moment’s hesitation, I found myself sitting in the driver’s seat with one hand on my zipper. But before I got too far in working myself free, Kendra reached her hand over and stopped me.

  Her chest rose and fell in nervous little breaths.

  My brows pinched as I gave her a look of frustration.

  “I have one condition.” Her soft, sexy voice only made the pain swelling my cock that much more unbearable.

  Giving her an arched look, I slid my fingers to the nape of her neck. Her skin prickled at my touch and her nipples poked through her dress. “I’m all ears.”

  “You take us on the 405 and drive fast.”

  Unbuttoning a top button on my shirt to cool off, I asked, “How fast?”

  She looked out the front windshield before fixing her eyes back on me. “One-hundred miles per hour fast.”

  A jolt of electricity twitched my manhood. Her request was dangerous, risky, and highly attractive. I liked it. I appreciated her willingness to up the stakes. Because, besides wanting to get my dick sucked good and hard, putting our lives on the line would not only get me off, it would give me an early opportunity to escape the immense guilt I had been doing a fabulous job at keeping bottled up and away from Kendra’s innocent ears. She didn’t need to know about Tonya. And she certainly didn’t need to know that I might have been the reason Tonya was now dead.

  “One-hundred isn’t shit,” I said, wrapping my left hand over the steering wheel.

  Kendra’s cheeks glowed as she pulled her hand away from my lap, buckling herself in. Then she threaded her hand back under my arm and dove inside my pants, pulling out my swollen and throbbing rod. “I’m ready when you are.”

  Turning the key over, the engine revved and she began stroking my shaft.

  “No seatbelt?” she asked as I backed out.

  “Live dangerously, right?” I put the car in gear and popped the clutch.

  Her head flew back into the headrest as I sped away. She was practically drooling at the mouth she was so horny with cock on her mind. Making our way to the highway was the slowest, most agonizing drive of my entire life. Kendra knew exactly what she was doing as she palmed my purple head, keeping her gaze focused out front. She did just enough to get me hungry and keep her entertained. My old self hated her for her patience she was demonstrating now. But my new self, the part of me that I had rediscovered since being with her, admired her for not giving up the control she knew she had over me.

  When we pulled onto the onramp of the highway, I glanced in her direction. The street lights sparkled in her jades and together we shared a moment of excitement. Li
ke this was the beginning. Or maybe the end. Either way, it didn’t matter because we were together, doing what we loved in an attempt to drown out the pain the outside world presented.

  “Hang on,” I said as I pushed in the clutch, dropping a gear and letting the engine go to work.

  Kendra kept a close eye on the speedometer.

  40.

  My foot pressed further down on the gas pedal.

  50.

  She unbuckled her belt and applied more pressure to my shaft.

  Shifting to fifth gear, we hit 75.

  My abs flexed and she angled her body closer, keeping her eye on the dash.

  I gave the car more juice as we hit 90.

  Then she lowered herself down into my lap.

  “Ninety-eight,” I said, feeling her hot breath swirling over my tip. A bead of pre-cum was ready to meet her mouth. And when we hit 100, her lips suctioned over my shaft.

  The warmth. The comfort. The feeling of finally getting what she promised after suffering through a couple hours of resistance was enough to make me want to immediately explode.

  With one hand on the wheel, I let my other one fall to the back of her skull as her head bobbed up and down in my lap.

  Her slurps and flicks of the tongue were equally as needy as the heat strengthening in my groin. Focusing on the road ahead, I passed one truck and hit the gas.

  Kendra spit me out and stroked my shaft. And when she closed her lips back around my dick again, I held speeds of 105 no problem. Zipping in and out of traffic with my head firmly pressed into the back of my seat, I drove with tunnel vision.

  Blowing out a breath, I focused on keeping my eyes from crossing. It was damn near impossible as Kendra feverishly worked me closer to the edge of no return. Both our lives were in my hands. One wrong overcorrection of the wheel and we were dead.

  This was about trust.

  This was about adventure.

  And, most importantly, it was about committing through submission and finding our escape.