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  Damn, what a pain in the ass. She’s worse than some of the guys I end up doing business with. Looking down at my watch, I shake my head. “Hey, can you hurry up,” I say to the cab driver.

  After a long meeting, that I was late for thanks to blue eyes, I’m looking forward to having some fun. It’s been awhile since I went out and enjoyed myself. I’ve been too busy for that, but tonight I need it. I need a distraction, something or someone to get me out of this dark place. It’s a temporary fix, always has been, but I need it. Only problem is, I have a feeling no matter who I screw I’m going to be picturing those piercing blue eyes.

  Chapter Four

  Brooke

  It’s been a few weeks since I thought I’d done my last job for Pete. Unfortunately, tonight I have to do it one last time. In all the years I’ve worked for Pete, I always thought of him as a good guy. Someone who would have my back if it was needed. After what happened in his office, I don’t trust him for shit. I’m terrified he is going to hold this over my head for the rest of my life. That the only reason I even did it, to get money for my dance studio, will suffer. Nothing I can do though, I have to play by his rules. A puppet and he controls the strings.

  As always before I get ready for the night, I pull out the file and study it like I have a final exam. I memorize every detail there is, especially his appearance. Pete gives me specific things he wants me to get information about. Normally, they are very business oriented, things like how do you get into certain websites, or what projects are you working on next, how do they do specific things within the company.

  This one is a little different, because it’s as if he wants me to get personal. Apparently, Owen Thompson came out of nowhere, which Pete doesn’t like. He wants to know everything from where Owen came from to what’s the future for his company. I make mental notes of things I can say or do to get the information Pete wants. It’s going to take a lot, but I’m the best for a reason.

  Flipping through the pages of information, I come to the picture. The most important piece I need. My eyes land on it and I push the manila folder across the table.

  “No fucking way,” I groan out.

  The entitled prick from the cab is my next client. You’ve got to be kidding me. I didn’t want to do this job to begin with and now this. Running my fingers through my long brown hair, I blow out a breath.

  “Alright, Owen Thompson, looks like you’re going to be my biggest and final challenge.”

  **

  After spending the rest of the day cursing Pete for existing, I talked myself down. This is my job. A job I’m fucking amazing at. There’s no feelings, no connection, no fun. Who cares if going in I already hate the guy? I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to get him to talk and getting this entitled prick to talk is going to be powerful.

  Sitting at the hotel bar where I was instructed that Owen would be, I do exactly what I’ve always done, sit and wait. I’ll admit I took a little extra time on my appearance tonight. My makeup is a little darker, my hair is in a riot of curls, and I decided to wear something a little sexier than I normally would. A black dress that hugs my curves with a deep V in the front and back. Owen is not the kind of guy that is going to notice a simple dress. No, this man needs to be teased and my tits nearly spilling out will do just that.

  I know for sure getting him interested in taking me up to a room isn’t going to be easy. Not with the way we met, so I need to pour it on a little thicker than I normally would. Good thing I’m up to the challenge.

  Sipping on my Gin and tonic, I casually glance around the room. Just as I do, I notice him and fuck, he looks good. Well as good as a silver spoon fed man who has probably just been handed the keys to nirvana, could look. But damn, I will give it to him that he’s a sexy entitled prick. He’s not like the men I usually deal with. This man takes care of himself. I don’t need to see him naked to know he’s built under that suit he’s wearing. Not to mention, his damn eyes. He may have been calling me blue eyes in the cab, but his could suck you in and make you forget your name.

  Pulling out my compact, I make it like I’m fixing my makeup while I watch him. Sitting down, he loosens his blue tie just a bit as he unbuttons his black jacket. He orders a drink and I start to wonder if he’s here alone. That could work in my favor because I can just make my way over and introduce myself. He’d like that. The waiting for him to come to me bit isn’t going to fly with him. No, he wants a confident woman. He wants a woman who’s going to challenge him.

  After a half hour of him sitting alone, I decide to make my move. I need to get this going so it can be over. Picking up my glass, I plaster on a smile, and listen to my heels click on the floor as I walk over.

  He casually glances up and when he sees me he smiles, leaning back in his chair. “Well damn blue eyes, I hardly recognize you.”

  “Yet you did. I always leave a lasting impression,” I say, giving him a small smile. “May I?”

  He gestures to the chair across from him. “By all means.”

  “I figured I’d ask before I just sat down,” I say, laughing.

  “Oh is that your plan? Come over here and continue to give me a hard time,” he says, waving over the waitress. “I’ll have another bourbon and blue eyes here will have…” He turns his attention to me waiting for a reply.

  “Gin and tonic.”

  Resting his arms on the table, his captivating eyes collide with mine. “You want to tell me what this is about?”

  Damn, he’s going to be more of a challenge than I thought. “What do you mean?”

  “Blue eyes,” he starts.

  “Brooke,” I interrupt. “My name isn’t blue eyes, it’s Brooke.”

  Extending my hand, I wait for him to grab it. He however just looks at it for a second before searching my face.

  “The polite thing to do is shake my hand and introduce yourself,” I say, trying to keep my anger hidden. I want to say here’s another example of you being an entitled prick, but that wouldn’t help me. So I keep my hand extended instead.

  Finally, extending his hand, he grabs mine. It’s not a pussy grip like all the other guys, no this is the way a man’s hand should feel. It’s strong and controlled. “Owen,” he says, shaking his head with a small grin.

  “So blue..sorry, Brooke, we’re friends now right? So why don’t you tell me what’s going on,” he says, taking a sip of his bourbon.

  “You don’t have many friends do you, Owen?”

  “What the hell is that suppose to mean?” he asks, leaning back slightly in his chair.

  “You steal my cab and now tell me your name, so you think that makes us friends? Usually, it takes a bit of conversation to fall into that category,” I say, lifting an eyebrow.

  He lets out a small laugh and shakes his head. “You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?”

  “You’re a real entitled prick, you know that?”

  We both laugh and for one second I forget he’s my client.

  “Brooke, I’m anything but an entitled prick, but you can believe what you want, blue eyes.”

  At this point with a client they are usually trying to impress me with talk about the money they make, the houses they own, the vacations they’ve been on. I never need to ask anything, they give it willingly. Owen however, seems to be a closed book. I’m going to have to open it myself.

  “Fine, so why don’t you tell me about yourself,” I say, hoping for anything at this point.

  “How about you tell me what you’re up to,” he comes back with.

  “Obviously you have trust issues, which I get. I was supposed to be on a date, I got stood up and decided to have a drink. I saw you come in and thought I’d come over. Nothing more to it than that,” I lie.

  He runs his hand over his beard and nods. “Well whoever stood you up is an asshole.”

  “Believe me, it’s nothing I’m going to lose sleep over. So what about you, why are you here?”

  “I had a meeting and wanted a dri
nk before I headed home.”

  Bingo. “What is it you do, Owen?”

  “I run a business, what about you?”

  Damn, he’s really not giving me an inch here. “I own a dance studio.”

  This grabs his attention. “You’re kidding?”

  “Why would I be kidding?”

  “I’m impressed, that’s all blue eyes. So, you like to dance?” he asks.

  The compliment feels good. It’s not often I get to talk about my real life, and it’s actually nice. “Dance is my life. Has been since I was a kid. There’s a feeling of complete euphoria when you’re up on stage. It’s the only time I ever feel complete happiness,” I admit.

  “Having passion about what you’re doing makes it everything. I get that. Watching your face while you talk about it, I can see the complete happiness. You’re beautiful when you’re not busting my balls,” he says with a small grin.

  I blush, not a blush that is driven by embarrassing memories, an actual blush from what he’s said. “You’re not so hard on the eyes either, Ace, especially when you are giving me a half hearted compliment.”

  He laughs, a full blown laugh and searches my eyes. “Ace?”

  “Yep.”

  “You gonna explain it?”

  “Nope,” I say and laugh. “In time my new friend, in time.”

  Chapter Five

  Owen

  Brooke and I spend the next few hours talking. Nothing too personal, just random conversation. The longer we talk, the more we drink. The more we drink the more my thoughts shift to sex. Watching her mouth while she talks thinking of it wrapped around my cock. Her laugh echoing around the bar has me wondering what she’d sound like screaming while I make her come. That tight dancer body she has, fuck, I want to see every inch of it.

  “Don’t you think?” she asks, interrupting my thoughts.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  “This friend thing we are trying to do isn’t gonna work if you don’t pay attention to me, Ace,” she says, sipping her drink.

  Ace. I have no idea where it came from or why the hell she keeps saying it, but hell every time she says it my cock twitches. She’s not like any other woman I usually bring home. She’s full of life, confidence and smartassery. I have no doubt she’d be the same in bed.

  “Brooke, what do you say to getting out of here?” I ask.

  Her eyes light as her smile stretches across her beautiful face. “I’d love to.”

  Seems she’s in the same place I am, which is what I was hoping for. My head is all over the place and I need someone to take it out on. Let me focus on them and nothing else, even if it’s only for a few hours.

  I pay the tab and we head toward the lobby. She starts toward the elevators and I place my hand on her lower back, steering her to the front door.

  “Where are we going?” she asks, stopping.

  Tilting my head, I let my eyes search hers. “You just agreed to get out of here. What did you think I meant by that?”

  “I assumed you had a room here,” she says, looking around.

  “I live here in Manhattan, but if you’re more comfortable here, we can do that.”

  I have no idea what she’s thinking, but it’s as if suddenly she’s got some internal struggle going on. A better man would tell her we can do this another night, but I’m not a better man. I want her and I’m not willing to wait.

  “We can go to your place, Owen,” she quietly says.

  Grabbing her hand, I lead her out to my black Lexus RCF. Opening the door for her, she slides in. Driving back to my place, neither of us say anything. Both of us lost in thoughts of what’s going to happen. Or hell that’s where my thoughts are.

  Parking in the underground garage, I help her out and walk across the cement lot toward the elevators. Her heels are echoing around us in the empty garage and I know I want her to keep them on so I can feel them digging into my ass.

  “Blue eyes, you’re good right?” I ask as we ride up to the penthouse.

  Turning her head slightly, she gives me a grin. “Oh I’m good, Ace. Look at you acting almost sweet.”

  “Yeah almost, don’t get used to it,” I say, laughing.

  She’s intriguing I’ll give her that. I’m not looking for anything here, just a night, but she’s not like the other women. She’s gives as good as she gets.

  The elevator door opens and we walk into my place. I drop my keys in the bowl on the side table and she stands there taking it all in.

  “Damn, nice place,” she says, as she moves slowly into the living room. She runs her hand lightly on the marble fireplace mantel as she looks out onto my view of Central Park. Walking across the dark hardwood floor, she steps in front of the floor to ceiling windows. “Wow,” she whispers.

  Shrugging off my jacket, I lay it across the back of the black leather couch. Loosening my tie, I slip it off placing it on top of the jacket. I pull at my shirt until it is untucked from my pants as I slowly make my way to her.

  Running my hands down her arms, I lean forward and place a soft kiss on her neck. “It’s a stunning view, isn’t it?” I ask, pushing her long brown hair off her neck.

  “It’s amazing,” she replies.

  My hands move to her stomach and I kiss a path down her neck until I reach the tender spot at the bottom. I sink my teeth in and push against her stomach to bring her flush against me. She lets out a small yelp as my teeth bite harder. I slide my hands up to her tits, cupping them in my hands as I push my hard cock against her ass.

  “Mmm,” she moans out.

  Her nipples harden beneath my touch and I pinch them as I roll my hips. I unzip her dress and let it pool at her feet. Fuck, seeing her perfect body’s reflection in the window is hot as fuck. I watch as my hands move back to her tits and I pinch her nipples. Her head drops back to my shoulder and I can see her eyes flutter closed.

  Turning her head to look at me, I kiss her. I let my tongue fuck her mouth, savoring her taste. Just like I will when my tongue is on her wet pussy. “Brooke, undress me,” I demand when I break the kiss.

  Spinning to face me, she’s naked except for a small piece of black material covering her pussy. Even if she didn’t tell me she was a dancer, it’s obvious from her sexy body and I have no doubt she’ll be able to do things no one else can.

  She starts to unbutton my shirt, slowly button by button. It’s driving me crazy, but fuck in such a good way. When she’s done, she pushes it off my shoulders and it falls to the floor. As does she. Dropping to her knees in front of me, she unbuttons my pants and pushes them down. I step out of them, kicking them out of the way.

  Glancing up at me, she licks her lips as her fingers snake into the waist of my gray boxer briefs. Pushing them down, my cock juts out in front of her. Before I can even think, her hot mouth is wrapped around me.

  “Fuck,” I hiss, grabbing her hair.

  Her head bobs as she starts sucking me off. Fuck, it feels so good and when her hands slide up my thighs I can’t help but buck my hips forward. She takes it without a pause, so I hold her hair tighter and start fucking her mouth.

  “Fuck Brooke, suck me harder,” I moan out.

  Son of a bitch if she doesn’t. This girl is taking me to the back of her throat, over and over moaning each time. It only makes my need to come down her throat that much stronger. Looking at her before me, on her knees, sucking my hard cock is an image I’ll never forget. Seeing her heels digging into her ass in the window behind us, adds to it all.

  She fondles my balls in one hand, the other is on my ass, her nails sinking in. Fuck, I’m going to come, I can feel my legs begin to shake. I pick up my speed, fucking her mouth how I would her pussy. Holding tightly onto her hair to hold her head still. Moaning against me, the vibration starts to pull my release from me.

  “Oh fuck, take it all, blue eyes,” I groan out as I find my release.

  She doesn’t disappoint. She takes every drop I have to give, swallowing it all down. My back is arched as I c
ontinue to come. Once I finish, she pulls off me with a pop. Those bright blue eyes look up at me as she licks her lips.

  “So good,” she says with a grin.

  Lifting her off the floor, I slam my mouth to hers. This girl has no idea what I’m about to do to her, but before that I need to taste her. Backing her up until her ass is pressed against the window, I drop to my knees.

  “My turn,” I say, pulling her black silk panties off. Her bare pussy is dripping and I can’t suppress the growl that comes out.

  Wrapping my large hands around her thighs, I dig my fingers in as I push her legs apart. I can hear her breathing heavily above me and I grin right before I lick a path from her ass up to her clit. My tongue is coated in her essence and the need for more is overpowering.

  Pushing my face into her pussy, I lick, suck, and fuck her with my tongue. Her hands are gripping my hair as she starts rubbing her pussy on me. She starts moaning the faster I go and I dig my fingers in harder.

  “Fuck, Ace,” she moans out when I bite down on her throbbing clit.

  I bite her inner thigh as she whimpers above me. Slamming my mouth back on her soaking pussy, I work her over until her legs begin to shake. She grips my hair tighter and I know she’s going to come. I suck on her clit and she screams as her orgasm rips through her. I continue to lick at her, savoring her taste.

  When she’s returned to her body, I pull away and look up at her. Wiping my mouth and beard, I give her a wink. “Fucking delicious.” Standing up I keep her pressed against the window as I let her taste herself on my tongue. Breaking the kiss, I push her hair off her sated face. Teasing her with my hard cock, I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

  She briefly closes her eyes and clears her throat. Pushing gently against my chest, she steps out from in front of me. “If you want more, you’re gonna need to take me to dinner first.”

  “Are you serious?” I ask, totally taken back.

  Stepping into her dress, she tosses me a grin. “Dead serious, Ace. So instead of standing there in shock, now would be the time to ask me to dinner.”