Page 85 of Renascence

He grips my thigh, fingers pressing into my flesh. “You need to get fucked, Em?”

“Yes,” I answer, unable to breathe. “By you.”

His hold tightens, but I barely feel it. The sexual tension between us is tangible; I swear anyone could reach out and touch it. My heart is hammering in my chest, palms sweaty with anticipation.

“Say your goodbyes, Em. Make it quick.”

I slide off his lap, heading back to where the ladies are by the bar.

“We know, you’re leaving.” Ellen giggles.

“How do you know?”

“Are you kidding? We saw that eye-fuck fest over there,” Raven says. “You two arehot.”

I blush, throwing a helpless glance over my shoulder at Venom.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get over that embarrassment soon enough. These men aren’t exactly shy,” Chrissy chimes in.

“You’re lucky he hasn’t tossed you over his shoulder yet.”

When Ellen speaks, Raven high-fives her. “Been there.”

They all laugh, putting me at ease. “I gotta go, but thanks for today. I’ll see you all tomorrow at the fight.”

“Bye, Emily,” they chorus, wiggling their fingers, moaning, and making kissing sounds.

I grab my shopping bag from the bar, hurrying back to Venom before I die of humiliation. We leave the clubhouse, making it to his house in record time. Just like Ellen said, he throws me over his shoulder, slapping my ass on his way to the door.

“Ow!”

“I told you to be quick.”

“I was!” I protest.

“Not quick enough.”

The door is kicked closed behind us. Striding with purpose to the bedroom, he tosses me on the bed, pinning my arms above my head. His lips descend, crushing mine in a bruising kiss. Moaning, I open to let him in. Our tongues tangle, his taste of beer, cigar, and mint heightening my senses. His lips move down, my back arching from the bearded kisses on my neck. One hand secures my wrists while the other undoes the button on my jeans.

“Wait….”

“Why?” He groans, pressing his crotch to mine.

“Shower… first,” I get out between pants, thoughts of what he said he wanted to do to me running through my mind.

“Seriously?” He stares down at me in disbelief. “I need you now, Emily.”

“I promise I won’t be long.”

“Fine,” he gives in, rolling to the bed.

I hurry to the bathroom, leaving him staring up at the ceiling. I keep my promise, out in only a few minutes. The room is empty. I throw on one of his T-shirts, foregoing the sexy lingerie since I’ll be naked in the next couple of seconds. He’s not in the living room or kitchen, so I try his office next. Standing in the doorway, I watch him. He’s punching away on a calculator, checking his results against something on his computer screen. When he finally notices me, he closes the laptop and rises to his feet. I step inside, once again looking over the certificates on his wall. I’m no less impressed than the first time I was in here.

“All this… it’s amazing. You must really love what you do.”

He shrugs. “I’ve always had a thing for numbers. Figured I’d put it to good use.”

“So your dream was to spend your life with numbers? Formulas and such?”