The Private Club 3(28)

I took him into my mouth, gently at first, licking him as I would an ice cream cone I wanted to savor. Then I increased my pace. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time, and I sucked him eagerly. I felt him still and his fingers gripped my hair and pulled roughly. It hurt a little bit, but it only intensified the feelings of lust that were coursing through my body. My fingers gently rubbed his chest hairs as I continued sucking him off, and I knew that he was moments away from coming.

“Stop,” he whispered and pulled me up. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

“I don’t mind.”

“You’re the first girl I’ve ever had in here. I want it to be special.” He rolled me over to my back again. “I want to watch your face as I make you climax.”

I lay back as he slowly lowered his boy on top of mine.

“Just give me a second.” He grinned wickedly. “If I enter you now, I’ll come within seconds.”

“I don’t mind,” I said again.

“No, I don’t want to come until I hear you panting.” His fingers played with my hair. “I don’t want to come until I feel you coming all over my cock.”

“You’re so rom—” I started but gasped as I felt his fingers gently rubbing my clit. “Oh, Greyson.”

“Oh, Meg.” He grinned back at me. “Cat got your tongue?” He winked as he slipped a finger inside of me. I closed my eyes and tried to stop my body from trembling as I felt a second finger entering me. “You’re going to be the undoing of me.”

“No,” I moaned. “I, oh my!” I screamed as soon as I felt his tongue licking me and his lips descended on my clit. “Oh my...” My legs clutched his head between my legs. “Greyson.”

“I lied,” he whispered. “You’re the undoing of me.” He pulled up and within seconds he was inside of me, moving slowly so that I could feel every inch of him as he entered me. “You were the undoing of me as soon as you walked through those gates.”

“The pearly gates of hell,” I moaned as I writhed against him.

Greyson grabbed my hands and increased his pace. My breasts bounced against his chest, and I wrapped my legs around his waist so that I could feel him deeper inside of me. Greyson groaned as my hands squeezed his ass and I started gyrating my hips underneath him. We moved in beautiful symphony as our bodies built up to their final release. I knew the second it was going to happen for both of us, as we both stilled for one second before our bodies started moving frantically, anticipating our sweet releases. We held on to each other tightly as we came, and our lips sought each other as our orgasms took over our bodies and connected as us one.





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“Your body is so warm after lovemaking, and it glows.” He stared at me wonderingly. “Did you know that?”

“I didn’t.” I smiled at him, exhausted but wanting some answers.

“I love just being with you.” He pulled me closer to him and held me tightly.

“Greyson, will you tell me what happened to Maria please?” I leaned back and stared at him.

He closed his eyes and sighed. “Why do you want to know?”

“It’s important.”

“She died.”

“How did she die, Greyson?” My fingers traced the lines on his face as I tried to memorize his features.

“You don’t want to know.” He shook his head and he opened his eyes again. They looked at me bleakly. “You really don’t want to know, Meg.”

“Do you know where Nancy is?” I prodded.

“No.” He looked away from me and then his phone started ringing. He reached down and picked it up. “Greyson.”

“Greyson, it’s Patsy. Mr. Stephanopolous is here to pick up the girls.” I closed my eyes and pretended that I wasn’t listening to the conversation.

“Okay?”

“One of the girls is refusing to go.” Patsy sounded stressed through the phone.

“Tell her that her life will be better this way.” Greyson sighed. “Take care of it, Patsy.”

“Yes, Greyson.” She hung up and he looked up at me.

“I suppose you heard that.”

I nodded, too choked up to say anything. It was true then. It was confirmed. Greyson was in the human trafficking business.





Chapter 8

A Few Days Ago

Greyson





The résumé in my hands didn’t make sense to me. Why would a lawyer apply for a bartending job? Or a job she thought was bartending? She didn’t fit the profile of the girls I hired to work at the club. A lawyer would only mean snooping and trouble, but I was curious as to why she was here. What sort of woman went to two interviews for a job that had to cry out as being not very legitimate? Not a woman with any sense.