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  The sound of his slurps and fingers squishing in and out of me was driving me wild. I wanted to hold on but couldn’t, and as I heard the first note of my scream leave my mouth, his free hand covered it, forcing all the pressure back into my body, creating that much more power in my lower half, which now had no choice but to escape from underneath his mouth.

  I barely stood, shaking. My hands flew back to the shelf behind me, and a rattling sound from the cabinet echoed in the enclosed room. I found what felt like a towel under my palm and brought it to my mouth, clasping my teeth around it as Ace sucked me. This was a never-ending euphoria and not in a million years could I experience an orgasm that terrific.

  As if knowing when I’d had enough, Ace rose to his full height and lowered my foot off the unit next to us. The faint glow from the flashlight illuminated the drips on the bottom of his chin.

  “What do you think about the way I kiss now?”

  I didn’t need to see his face to picture that smug look. The faint light reflected in his eyes hypnotized me. I smelled my own essence on his breath, which made me that much wetter. The drip of my juices down my inner thigh was almost at my knee.

  If he was referring to the kiss he’d given me between my legs, then I had no words, and I couldn’t imagine anything better.

  Unless I have sex with him.

  The thought gave me new energy. Still unable to tell him exactly how amazing he made me feel, I reached down to his crotch, curving my palm around his stiff bulge. All I knew was that I needed more. Much more.

  “Fuck me,” I said.

  Pressed cheek to cheek, he whispered into my ear, “Kiss me first.”

  Was that his price for letting me feel him inside me? Just a kiss? I usually had a rule that I didn’t give in to men that easily, but with Ace, all rules were meant to be broken. I’d give him everything that he asked for.

  The buzzing sound of his vibrating phone brought my attention to the floor. The faint glow of the flashlight turned into a display that looked like an incoming message. Ace crouched down. My bottom was still bare, and I felt him pause and sigh when his mouth was near my pussy.

  “Shit,” he said. “I gotta go.”

  “Is everything okay?” I asked.

  Ace cursed under his breath. “It was nice licking you, Zoey.” He kissed me on my cheek and left. Just like that. I stood in the storage room for what seemed like hours, trying to figure out how I’d just let a man who had kissed my mother go down on me and give me the most unforgettable orgasm of my life – and then leave.

  Chapter 2

  Ace

  Six years later

  I sat in the dark hotel room, waiting. It had taken years and money to build up sufficient trust to get on the list and join the exclusive club. For the third time that month, I waited for a girl who agreed to fuck me. Just like that. No questions asked. Actually, she agreed to do quite a bit more than fuck me. I still couldn’t believe any woman would concede to the kinds of demands I made. Yet this one had. This meant she was desperate and could possibly be bribed for information. It wouldn’t be easy. I knew that the moment I agreed to do this job. Most of the women I’d summoned in the past had kept their mouths shut, at least when they weren’t blowing me. But I had a feeling this one was my best bet.

  The knock on the hotel door was faint. I craned my neck to the side before saying, “Come in.”

  As soon as she entered, I added, “Lock the door behind you. Turn around and face the wall.”

  At the sound of the click, I stood up and walked toward the dark silhouette. She wore a long red dress. Not what I had asked for, but definitely a forgivable mistake by the looks of how attached it was to her curves. Raking over her perfect figure, I rested my gaze on that fine ass illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlight filtering between the closed drapes in the window. For a split second, I forgot why I had come here in the first place.

  Get a grip, Ace! You’re here to help her, not fuck her.

  I crouched to the floor and wrapped my fingers around her right ankle, lightly pushing her other leg to the side. She parted them at my will, but her legs shook with what I assumed were nerves.

  “I’m checking you for weapons,” I said and felt her muscles relax underneath my touch. I pulled my hands over her calves and up to her thighs. Her soft skin gave in under the pressure of my fingers, and I had the urge to start the frisking process all over again, just so I could stay connected to her a bit longer. Her mouth-watering scent swirled in my lungs, and for a moment, I wished she wasn’t wearing that damn dress, or that it was at least shorter so that I didn’t need to dive underneath it.

  I shook the thought off again.

  What the fuck is going on with me?

  While this job had its perks, and I’d given in to quite a few women over the past five years, at least I knew they were clean. Most of the time we ended up talking through the night. Fearful of being reported for not performing, some insisted on finishing their job, and I had no choice but to fuck them – though sometimes I wondered whether it was me who was actually being fucked. Ultimately, it was for their safety and mine. The more I behaved like a true club member, the greater chance we would have of finishing this job. Yet each time I spent the night at a hotel with an Infinity’s call girl, I pictured only one woman when I closed my eyes: Zoey Blakely, and her dripping pussy I had been privileged to taste six years ago.

  Just thinking about her long legs, like the ones I was skimming my fingers over now, her round ass – in fact, as round and soft as the one I was touching at that moment – made my blood rush. This girl wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I felt my dick stiffen.

  Fuck! Why wasn’t she wearing underwear?

  That faint memory of gorgeous curves flashed through my mind again, but I pushed it back. I couldn’t think about her now. Actually, not ever. The only woman I had ever been desperate to be inside of was gone; and it was my fault.

  “Spread them,” I whispered in her ear.

  She froze. Why was she so damn nervous? Wasn’t it her job to fuck men? Wasn’t that why she had come to this hotel room in the first place?

  “You’d be surprised where I’ve seen weapons stashed.” I assured her that was the only reason why I was going to probe her with a finger, or maybe two. She wasn’t the first one, and she wouldn’t be the last. But there was something about her that made me pause.

  Was it the salacious scent of lust that was emanating off her, or the familiarity of skin as smooth as hers? My fingers were right there, at her apex, pushing through her wet folds to knuckle depth. And that’s when I heard a sniffle.

  God damn it!

  It wasn’t a secret that most women did not like this work, but when I heard them cry, it made my heart squish into a blob and justified all the reasons why I’d begun to work for one of my family’s worst enemies – Cross Enterprises, the country’s most respectable private investigations company.

  I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and grasped her by the waist, my entire body pinning her to the wall from behind, blending with hers.

  Jesus, she smelled so good.

  “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”

  Yet I felt her body recoil even further. She was so rigid, I wondered whether it was her first time here. If so, then she was lucky that I was the one here tonight. Yet why would she have agreed to my demands? Did she even have a choice? It had been hinted to us before, but no one could confirm the rumors – that these girls had been robbed of everything, including the freedom to decline any request. My co-workers had been able to buy out some of their previous ‘dates,’ but not all of them. We had yet to figure out a way to save the women who were too afraid to agree to our offers.

  “What’s your name?” she asked.

  She wasn’t supposed to ask; that was part of the deal. Her shaky voice told me she knew that as well. Now that I repeated her question in my mind, there was something familiar about her voice.

  “Why did you come to t
his hotel room?”

  “Oh, my God,” she gasped.

  I felt something odd pass over my body as recognition slowly set in.

  “Ace?”

  What?

  “Is that you?”

  “Zoey?”

  She whipped her body around and flicked the light on.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I reached toward the switch on the wall and flicked it off.

  “Me? I’m not the one paying for sex.”

  “And I sure am not the one selling my body,” I barked back, thinking back to the blonde hair I’d seen when the light was on. Zoey was a brunette. “Was that a wig?”

  “Of course it was a wig. You think I want anyone to recognize me when I come here?”

  Why was she here? No! This evening was turning into my worst nightmare by the minute.

  “You were the last person I’d expect to find working as a whore.”

  How the fuck am I going to fix this?

  “You don’t know shit about me.”

  I pulled my fingers through my hair. “You’re an escort, and we need to leave.”

  “I don’t need a knight to rescue me. I came here of my own free will. I don’t need anybody – especially you!”

  “Then stop pretending to know what you’re doing, because you don’t, Zoey! You don’t know enough about the people you work for, and you certainly don’t know anything about me. Grab your clothes and follow me. Now!”

  “Like hell I will.”

  I felt a sharp sting across my face.

  Did she just slap me? As I pressed my palm to my cheek, still half dazed and my mind reeling with what it actually meant that Zoey was here, I noticed that we’d become separated. It felt wrong not to be close to her. It didn’t matter how she’d ended up at this hotel; I would give my life to ensure she’d never need to stay at a hotel, waiting for a stranger, ever again.

  “I am not fucking you.” She turned on her heel and reached for the handle.

  That statement actually hurt more than I thought it would. Would she prefer it if I were someone else tonight? A bastard who would actually rape her?

  I grasped her arm and pulled her away from the door. She collided with my body, and I held her against me as she squirmed in my grip. Jesus, she looked like a small fish trapped in a net, fighting for her life. And all I wanted to do was to take her, flip her over that bed, and finish what we’d started six years ago.

  “Let me go, Ace!” she screamed.

  “Be quiet,” I whispered as loudly as I dared.

  “Why should I? I want out of here!”

  Didn’t she get that we were in a dangerous situation? How could I shut her up? So I did the only sensible thing there was, and crushed my lips to hers. Her body became limp the moment my mouth touched hers. My dick was throbbing in pain, desperate to be freed from the tight slacks. Well, they weren’t really tight, but when your cock wants to grow, there’s not much that’s comfortable except a woman’s pussy or mouth.

  Finally, that mouth I’d been thinking about was connected to mine. Succumbing to the pressure of my lips and tongue, Zoey opened her mouth wider and moaned into me. It was the most beautiful sound I had heard in years. I tore the slit of her dress up to her hip, grasped her legs, and lifted her. She snaked her arms around my neck, pulling her fingers through my hair, and wound her legs around my waist. My shirt was pulled out of my pants, being ripped open with impatience by her delicate fingers. There was no button left. I had to feel more of her, and I had to do it now. Stepping forward, I crushed her back against the wall and finally felt her entire body glued to mine. Something crashed to the floor beside us, probably the decorative vase, but I couldn’t care less. Supporting her ass in my hands, I squeezed, and molded and kneaded her silky skin. Her drenched pussy rested against my abs, glazing them, leaving a trail of her excitement on my skin.

  “Wait, wait. We need to stop. This is insane.” She pulled away. Her lips were swollen, and all I wanted to do was to lick my tongue over their seals to soften the inflamed skin.

  Why would she want to stop this? As I stared into her eyes, connecting through the darkness, dimly illuminated by the moon filtering through the slits in the shut drapes, I finally remembered where we were and why both she and I had come to this hotel. In the couple of minutes of kissing her, I’d forgotten the past six years. Nothing else mattered. Only her. But there were too many questions and not enough answers. Sadly, the worst part was that now, simply because I knew her, I’d placed her in more danger than any other woman. She knew who I was. If they messed with her brain the way they had with other women, this could mean trouble.

  “Why did you do that?”

  “What?” I asked.

  “Kiss me.”

  “I had to shut you up.” That was partly true, of course.

  “And that’s how you do it?” Her voice spiked again and I raised my brows, slowly setting her down on the carpeted floor. She adjusted her dress to cover up, and when her gaze slid down to my abs, which glistened with her juices, her cheeks flushed. I wished we were here under different circumstances. Actually, I wished we were at my house and Zoey were on my bed.

  “You need to stay quiet. And I’ve been regretting not kissing you six years ago for over two thousand days. Every hour and every second since then, I have imagined what your lips would taste like.”

  She was looking at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. Only a mad man would eat a girl out, make her come, and then leave her, when all he wanted to do was kiss her. I had to be insane that day to let go the only woman I ever really wanted to make love to.

  “I have to call in.” She must have realized why she had come here as well.

  “You’re not going to do anything stupid, Zoey.”

  “But I know you.”

  “Then you know that this is over for you.”

  “You can’t...”

  And before she got a chance to argue I grasped her arm, removed the razor sharp switchblade from my pocket, and cut into her skin.

  As her first scream came out, I covered her mouth with my hand, saying, “I know this hurts, but if you want to live, you need to stay quiet.”

  She had that look of fear in her eyes, as if she didn’t recognize who I was, and wanted to run away as far as she could. Didn’t she know that I was the good guy here?

  “Put this in your mouth.” I ripped the sleeve off my shirt, handing it to her. “Bite on it. Hard. This will hurt, Zoey, but we don’t have much time to get out of here before they trace us.”

  She pulled in a sniffle, nodded, scrunched up the fabric, and stuffed it in her mouth. Tears streamed down her face as I dug into her skin with the blade’s tip. What the fuck was I thinking when I cut her without a warning? I wasn’t. I just wanted to make sure the bastards Zoey had sold her life to couldn’t follow us.

  I placed the button-like device I pulled from underneath her skin in the thumb-sized flask I carried in my pocket. I turned on my flashlight and texted the coding engraved on the metal pill to Gabe Silver, the tech guy at Cross Enterprises.

  “If you want to be alive by morning, you need to make sure you don’t drip any blood.” I pulled the cloth out of her mouth and pressed it to her arm. It hadn’t been my plan to do that here, or that quickly, but I wasn’t about to take the chance they’d come back for Zoey. No fucking way! You could never tell when one of them would decide to show up to check on one of their girls.

  “Come on.” I motioned toward the door.

  “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

  Her quiet, weak voice broke my heart. Was it the sight of an open wound, or her realization that I had just screwed her over with her boss? The moment I realized it was Zoey, though, I knew I had no other option. I would slice my own wrists before I let another man touch her again. I also would never allow her to be tracked.

  Looking at her face, those swollen lips and doe eyes full of tears with mascara streaming down her cheeks, seeing the fear fill her body from head t
o toe the longer we stood in silence, I was afraid she’d change her mind. She would run the moment she got a chance, and she’d report on everything that had happened tonight. And then I’d definitely be fucked.

  “Over my dead body.”

  With one swift move, I lifted her off her feet and draped her over my shoulder, her sweet ass so close to my face, yet not close enough.

  Soon.

  As expected, her full weight barely gave my muscles a reason to flex. It would have been so easy to lift her up against that wall and fuck her the way I wanted to six years ago. Unfortunately, circumstances had forced me to leave her in that dark hospital storage room and to never call her again. I promised myself I would eventually find her, but not until my affairs were in order and I was a worthy man. Only then would I go back to finish what we’d both started.

  I felt my cock stiffen at the memory of her warm pussy against my face and swore under my breath. This was definitely not the right time to remember her incredible tightness around my fingers, the softness against my lips, or how she leaked with pleasure down my face. Why couldn’t men control the flow of their blood to their dicks better?

  “Let me down.” She slapped her tiny hands against my back.

  I ignored her petty attempt to fight me off and opened the hotel door.

  “What are you doing? You can’t just kidnap me.”

  I didn’t pay attention to any of her arguments; for both our sakes, I hoped she’d shut up without me forcing her to do so.

  “We’re going to a different room. You need to be quiet.”

  Why was she being so stubborn? Did she want me to do to her what I’d requested when I booked her? Seriously? And how the fuck did she end up working for scum men like Craig? Zoey came from a wealthy family. She had the money. Honestly, with the trust fund I knew her father had probably set up for her, she wouldn’t need to work for the rest of her life if she didn’t want to. Was it about sex, then? I prayed that wasn’t the reason why I found the woman, the one I couldn’t stop thinking about for longer than an hour, working as a whore for one the biggest pimps and sex-traffickers in the country, who not only sold women but also traded them like cattle and used and abused them for his own sick needs.