Page 26 of Velvet Sin (Elite Men of Los Angeles #5)

I couldn’t help but move my hips, feeding her more of me, working with her downward strokes.

“You like sucking my cock in front of all these people?” I asked, and she moaned, sending a vibration through me that made me grit my teeth to hold on when the desire to let go was almost too much to resist.

The moaning and sighing around us got louder, making me open my eyes. Lenny’s head still bobbed, her eyes meeting mine before they closed again. She was loving this, the way I knew she would. No one would ever know her the way I did.

Others were loving it, too, watching her giving her all to my cock. I looked around at the dozen or so observers, the way they moved together, touching each other or themselves in response to Lenny and me. It added to the already mind-blowing sensations gripping me.

Until my gaze landed on a man standing at the edge of the crowd. Unlike me, he was bare-faced, meaning there was no question in my mind who was now watching us with horror that built with every stroke of Lenny’s tongue against my shaft.

Cameron Nichols. I would’ve known him anywhere. His slicked-back hair and all-black ensemble made him look like an undertaker.

There was nothing but the briefest hesitation, the fleeting thought of stopping her. He watched with his mouth hanging open, not bothering to hide his shock. Did he know it was me currently being sucked so expertly? Did he recognize me, or was his reaction all about Lenny?

You should stop her. The voice in my head was soft but firm, and I should have listened. I knew I should.

Then I remembered what a fucking dick he always was. “Sorry, Dante, I should’ve thought about whether you could afford to go out with us. Maybe next time…”

“Oh, my bad, I forgot you don’t ski. I should’ve thought of something we could all do together over break.”

He had a way of rubbing it in my face whenever he got the chance that he came from money, and I was nothing more than an interloper.

And always, his little jabs revolved around Lenny. He made sure she knew damn well I didn’t have what it took to be her man, and he would wait until she was around when he made one of his empty apologies.

I bet you felt pretty damn good about yourself.

Moving my hips, fucking her mouth, I gave him a smirk.

Whether or not he knew it was me, it didn’t matter.

I was the man with my dick in her mouth.

You had a decade to pick up the pieces after you took advantage of her when she was vulnerable.

Proud of yourself? I bet you were. I would bet my fucking club.

I stopped her anyway, close enough to coming that I damn near broke my teeth, grinding them as hard as I did. She looked a little disappointed when she lifted her head, running her hand over her mouth to catch the saliva that had leaked from the corners.

So beautiful.

So trusting.

So unaware of the show we were putting on.

Tell her, dammit! But she was lost in the moment, eyes hazy, hands sliding up my thighs before one of them closed around my shaft and began to stroke. “This is amazing,” she whispered with a tiny smile, almost laughing like she couldn’t believe it. “I have never felt so… hot.”

I made my decision, pulling her to her feet and reaching into my pocket for a condom. She was more than hot. She was a goddess living completely in the moment.

Let him see.

Let him know what he was stupid enough to let go.

There was a wild, wicked light in her eyes, in the way she smiled as the latex was unrolled.

Something satisfied in her soft grunts with every breath she took as she straddled me, bunching the skirt around her waist and pulling her thong aside.

She was almost out of her mind with the dizzying combination of freedom, lust, and the sense that she was finally where she belonged.

Where she needed to be. I knew it because I knew the feeling.

Maybe that was the excuse I needed to give myself for letting her guide me into her.

Every conscious thought was wiped away when I sank in, gripped so tight like her pussy was determined to break my already thin grip on myself.

“I love this,” she whispered in my ear, stroking the lobe with her tongue. “Thank you.”

The rest of the room faded away, lost to the connection between our bodies. It didn’t matter where we were or who was watching. She was happy. She felt free and was finding parts of herself she never knew existed and all because of me.

“That’s right. Ride that cock.” I didn’t know who said it, but she heard it, breaking a deep kiss to look over my shoulder.

“No.” With her jaw in my hand, I turned her head and angled it until we were eye to eye. “It’s just me. It’s only us. Don’t listen.”

With my other hand, I slapped her ass, then took hold of her hip and guided her faster, harder, until she took my rhythm and ran with it.

Her body went from undulating like a wave to bouncing in my lap.

“Make yourself come,” I whispered between kisses.

“Come on my cock like a good girl. Come in front of all of them.”

Her head bobbed when words failed her. She was getting tighter, chasing her high, grunting with every downward stroke that rubbed her clit against my base. “Yes… yes…” she whispered, taking the back of the chair in her hands to brace herself.

Then she went still.

I knew it before she said a word. Felt it in her sudden stiffness in the way her breath caught and held. “Oh God,” she whispered, scrambling out of my lap.

“Wait. What—” It was pointless. She either couldn’t hear me or didn’t care, turning on her heel and breaking through the crowd while I pulled myself together. By the time I was on my feet with my fly zipped, I’d lost sight of her.

There was only one direction she would’ve fled in. I traced our steps back to the lobby, where Lenny stood with her head down while waiting for her coat and purse. “Hey,” I murmured as I reached her. “What happened back there? Talk to me.”

What a pathetic shit I was. Lying to her. Pretending I was in the dark, only concerned for her sudden change of heart. “Are you okay?” I asked.

“Do I seem okay?” she whispered, throwing me a scornful look while shoving her arms into the coat sleeves. “I need to get out of here. Now. ”

I handed over my claim ticket while she launched herself out the door. “Please, hurry,” I urged the girl behind the counter. Would I rather Cameron followed her? It would give me an excuse to tell him what an asshole he was, especially if he tried to start trouble.

What was I thinking? Lenny didn’t need to feel worse. Once I had my phone, I followed her out to where she waited in the narrow space between the club and the building beside it. “What happened back there?” I asked, still playing it off.

“I’m going to throw up.” She leaned against the wall, eyes closed. “I can’t… I shouldn’t have… why didn’t I wear a mask? I should’ve known there’d be a chance of seeing somebody.” Her hands covered her face when her shoulders started to shake.

“Hey.” Rubbing her shoulders, I cursed myself for letting it happen. I should’ve known better than to think she could handle it. “Just think. You saw each other. That’ll give you plenty of leverage over him.”

“Him?” she asked, sniffling as her hands lowered.

“Your ex.” I couldn’t say his name. “If he runs his mouth about what he watched you do, it means he was here. I’d love to see him explain that away.”

Fuck. Me. I would’ve sworn the air around me went cold enough to lift the hair on the back of my neck. Her eyes weren’t cold, though. They were bloodshot lasers burning holes through my head before she took one deep, hitching breath. “How did you know that was who I saw?”

I could tell her I saw him after she ran off. It would have been a logical response. If she had noticed him, there was no reason I hadn’t after she ran.

For the second time that night, I fucked up. I hesitated.

It was barely a second, but that was all she needed. Her perfect features twisted, hardening in a snarl. “That is sick,” she whispered. “How could you do that? How could you not tell me he was there if you saw him?”

Good question. How was I supposed to answer without driving her away? I wracked my brain, fighting for an explanation. “We were in the moment,” I reminded her. Fuck, that was feeble. If I were her, I would probably look at me the way she was, almost like she was disappointed.

“We were in the moment? That’s what you’re going with? Jesus Christ.” She stepped out of the alley while shoving her hand into her purse. “I might respect you a little more if you said you were trying to make him jealous. That, I could understand. Even if I wouldn’t like it.”

“What are you doing?” I demanded when she pulled up the Uber app.

“I’m getting a car to take me home. No!” She barked when I reached for her, hoping to, I didn’t know what. Hoping maybe to convince her to forgive me. If I touched her, it might have helped her remember what made us good together in the first place.

My hand dropped to my side, but that was nothing compared to my sinking heart. “Lenny, come on.”

“Or what? Oh, I’m sorry,” she hissed, looking around at the thin crowd of people moving in and out beneath the neon sign hanging over the club entrance. “I might cause a scene? Am I embarrassing you? Guess what? You’re not the first man to pull that line on me. I couldn’t care less.”

“At least come with me. We can talk about it. Let me explain.” I couldn’t let her go. If I let her go now, I might never get her back. And I needed her back. I needed her.

“I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.

Just let me go.” Of all fucking times for a cab to roll up with its dome light illuminated, signaling it was free.

Lenny thrust a hand into the air, almost running out into the street on her pencil-thin heels.

The cab's headlights cast her in silhouette before she hopped back a step to keep from getting hit.

When I started after her, she shook her head wildly, fumbling for the door handle. Only then did I notice the tears rolling down her cheeks. “Leave me alone.” It was a broken sob coming from deep pain.

Pain I had caused. Again. ‘Leave me alone. Just leave me alone.’ Only now, we weren’t a pair of college kids breaking up in my dorm room after she caught me cheating. I was not that asshole kid anymore.

Or was I?

The last thing I saw was her tear-stained face as the car pulled away, and the sight made me wonder if I had ever grown up at all.