Lucky’s frown deepened. “Has she said anything to you?”
“No! She just gives me dirty looks, so what can you say to her? ‘Willa doesn’t like the way you’re looking at her’?”
“No, I’d say cut it out, or your ass is out the door.” Lucky’s firm tone told her he would do just that.
“You can’t do that. The club is her home more than it’s mine.” Willa was unaware of what she had revealed with her hasty response.
Lucky turned his chair to the side, tugging her down onto his lap. “This is your home just as much as Bliss’s.”
“I know that.” Smiling, she patted his chest when she saw he was becoming angry with her. She wiggled on his lap so she could see what he had been working on, seeing the tax forms and a business credit card sitting next to the computer.
“Did it hurt?” she asked mischievously.
“Not too bad,” Lucky replied. “You have a habit of changing the subject to keep from having an argument.”
“I don’t like to get in arguments; someone always gets their feelings hurt.”
Lucky’s hand went to the nape of her neck. “You mean you usually get your feelings hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Siren, sometimes arguments can be good. I need to introduce you to make-up sex.”
“That only works if I get in a fight with you,” Willa teased. “What if I get in a fight with someone else?”
“Depends on who it is.”
Willa hit Lucky on his chest and started to jump off his lap.
“Settle down. I was only teasing you back.” Lucky pinned her legs by trapping them between his. He reached on the desk for the credit card, twirling it in his fingers. “I see you had a busy day.”
Willa looked down at her top where his eyes had dropped. She had made chocolate-covered strawberries for a client’s girlfriend, and the chocolate had managed to become splattered across her top and the flesh above.
“I made two dozen chocolate strawberries.”
“Did any make it onto the strawberries?”
“I only taste-tested a few.”
“Umm-hmm.”
Lucky turned the credit card to the side, and Willa trembled as he pressed the edge of the card to her skin. When he slid it under the chocolate speck, removing it from her flesh, the blunt edge stirred a sudden passion in her she hadn’t experience yet. Then Lucky slid the card to the base of her throat, holding it against her strumming pulse.
Lucky put his mouth against her ear. “Are you wet, siren?”
Her pussy clenched in need. “The door’s open.”
“Do you know what that means around here?”
Willa didn’t shake her head with the card pressing against her. “No.” She licked her bottom lip.
“It means anyone can come in and watch.”
As her eyes widened at his answer, the card glided along her skin, down the cleft of her breasts. Lucky used the card to flip her top back, showing the curve of her breasts before he moved it toward the sensitive pink areola that the tiny bra didn’t cover. Willa shivered as the blunt edge pressed down, and then she wiggled her ass down on the bulge that was becoming hard under her.
“Raise your dress and show me your pussy,” Lucky ordered.
The tone in his voice had her wanting to deny him just to see what he would do, and the thought shocked Willa to her core. Her fantasies that she rarely let escape during the middle of the night were trying to do exactly that during the light of day.
“Do you want to serve my needs? I need to see your pussy.” The aching desire in his voice had her hands going to her dress, inching the hem upward inch by inch.
“That’s my siren. I can see you’re wet. Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” Willa moaned.
Lucky flicked the credit card onto the desk as his hand slid under the top of her panties. He found her wet pussy, sinking a finger deep inside of her as his other finger rubbed along her slit.
“This is another reason I call you siren—because you’re always wet for me. Your pussy calls to me. Do you want to know what it says?”
Willa arched as he finger fucked her into a frenzy, escalating the fire inside of her without quenching the need that was taking her over.
“It’s says, fuck me.”
Voices in the hallway snapped Willa out of her lust-induced haze and she wiggled off Lucky’s lap, nearly crying out at the emptiness. Before he could stop her, she ran out of the bedroom, coming to a stop at the head of the steps, panting as if she had run a mile instead of a few feet.
The party had begun while she was upstairs with Lucky, but she had been so under his spell she hadn’t even heard someone turn the music on. Several members were dancing, others were standing around drinking, and a few were having sex.