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  One Night Only

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  One Night Only

  ISBN # 978-1-906811-03-7

  ©Copyright Lexie Davis 2008

  Cover Art by April Martinez ©Copyright September 2008

  Edited by Jess Bimberg

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2008 by Total-E-Bound Publishing 1 The Corner, Faldingworth Road, Spridlington, Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, LN8 2DE, UK.

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

  ONE NIGHT ONLY

  Lexie Davis

  Dedication

  To Jason.

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  One Night Only

  Chapter One

  I knew from the first time I laid eyes on him, he was the one. Not for marriage, not my one and only true love—no, he was the one made to rock my world. One night only, that’s all we’d need and that’s all I wanted.

  He sipped his drink at the bar, looking only half interested in his surroundings. It was very rare to come to a strip joint and not see a room full of stiff dicks occupying the vacant space. But this guy stared at his daiquiri and barely glanced at the stage.

  Now was my chance, I supposed. As bartender of Loose, I tend to see more than the average man looking for a good time. I don’t consider myself overly sexy in black dress pants and a white button-down shirt, but I guess guys tend to have an imagination, and boy, the things they wanted to do.

  Charlie saw me observing the crowd and smiled when my eyes met his. A fellow bartender, he knew what I was in store for and warned of things that could arise. We had a system and most nights it worked.

  I slid through the swinging door that kept the crowd from coming behind the bar and pecked a kiss on Charlie’s cheek as he filled two draughts for paying customers. He wasn’t what I’d consider a boyfriend, but we had shared sinful pleasures sometime ago on a very distressing night. Charlie was always there for me, and I couldn’t do anything but reciprocate the favour.

  “Hey, hot stuff. I seen you scoping the crowd. It’s not too busy tonight, but it should pick up.” He finished pouring the drinks and, with one in each hand, turned and pressed his lips against mine in greeting.

  I smiled when he pulled away and left me to attend to the customers. In another lifetime, maybe, Charlie and I would work out. But this lifetime was the one we lived in and for us to be involved, in anything other than sex, was preposterous. We worked together, and were friends as a result.

  I grabbed an apron, just as one of my favourite songs came on over the sound system. I couldn’t help swaying my hips to the rhythmic beat as it pulsed through my body. I didn’t pay the customers any mind until everything was set and in place. Already five men had locked their gazes on my breasts and no telling how many on my ass.

  But one man, sitting with his fruit drink in front of him, stared at my eyes. So I chose him first, not only because he had the decency to pay a little respect to a working girl, but because he was the one guy I’d been staring at ever since I saw him from across the room. The one guy I wanted to fuck me.

  “What can I get for ya?” I asked, putting on my killer smile and bubbly personality.

  “A name and number would be nice.” He downed the last of his drink. “Or a room, whichever you may prefer.”

  I should have been offended, and if it had been any other guy, I would have told him what he could do with himself. But the slight slant of his lips in the sexiest of smiles held my gut reaction back.

  “Sorry. My expertise is in drinks, not whoring.” I grabbed his empty glass, biting my bottom lip to keep from leaning across the counter and kissing his. He looked delicious in his stupid business suit, enough to make a girl’s wildest imaginings work overtime. “What can I get you from the bar?”

  His grin widened to show perfect white teeth—something I hadn’t seen outside of dentist advertisements on TV. A dark shadow of stubble added to the rugged sexy look, and my mind drifted to how the stubble abrasion would feel between my thighs and along my breasts and stomach.

  “I think I like you.” His eyes were dark as midnight with the bad lighting in the room. “What’s your name?”

  “Virgin Mary,” I replied. I tried to hold back the grin, but it slipped through my best efforts and he saw it.

  “Wow. A virgin in a place like this?” He shook his head, tsking. His eyes met and held mine before he continued the playful bantering. “How’d you like someone to relieve you of that status? Make you feel really good all night long?”

  Usually guys hit on me, and I literally hit them back with a solid right hook. Charlie did his best to keep my temper reigned in but a few got past the barriers and my anger was unleashed. This guy was something else. Talking alone, he had my body heated to dangerous degrees. My thighs clenched when he mentioned the whole ‘feel good all night long’ part of his speech, and I found my breath and heart rate increasing. I wanted this guy, but I wasn’t stupid enough to leave the premises with him. I wasn’t even stupid enough to show interest.

  “I can make myself feel good all night long. Last time, can I get you anything from the bar?”

  My hands curled around the counter as I stared at him, waiting for his answer. I didn’t dream on being so horny tonight; I could think of nothing going on around me but him. The way his eyes looked. The way his smile teased and dared. The way his body would feel, if I ever got the chance to rub my hands over the contours and plains. Oh, how I’d love to kiss and taste him.

  “I just bet you can. Sex is more fun with a partner, though.” He totally ignored my question so I treated him to my famous eye-roll and turned to walk away.

  “Wait.” His hand covered mine and electricity shot up my arm, hitting every nerve connected to my spine. “I enjoy talking to you. You aren’t just going to leave me alone, are you?”

  With that sinful grin, so sexy it physically hurt my eyes to stare at it, he pulled me back in front of him, daring me to say no. I didn’t. I couldn’t. Paralyzed in the moment, I thought of nothing but getting him in a dark room and having him drive into me over and over again. Such a stupid thought considering I wasn’t some sex-starved woman. No, I was a healthy woman with needs. And right now, my body screamed its need for this man.

  “I get a break in twenty minutes. Have one of the strippers lead you to private room four.” It was the only one with a platform that could double as a bed, if need be. “I’ll meet you there.”

  I turned around and saw the worried expression on Charlie’s face. He wasn’t possessive, and I made very clear he wasn’t my boyfriend. I only wanted sex, but h
e didn’t like how guys looked at me, and most definitely didn’t like that I looked back. Now I had just confirmed with a total stranger I was willing to have sex with him and Charlie had seen the whole thing.

  I shook my head and began tending to the other customers. He’d have to get over it. I’d had sex since the Charlie incident and I would keep having sex. He needed to move on, and no finer time than the present.

  * * * *

  Twenty minutes came and my first ten minute break was here. Ten minutes to get it on, and get it over with so we could all go back to our lives. It might not be all night, but it’d be one hell of a ride.

  I found myself entering the room I’d suggested with Mr. Mysterious sitting in the chair waiting for me. I didn’t look my best and knew if this were true seduction, I’d have worn something different, but I wanted him and he seemed to want me back.

  “We have ten minutes, so if this is going to happen, I suggest you strip.” I stepped inside the room, locking the door behind me. He took my advice and started taking off his clothes from the waist down. I did the same, not bothering with my shirt. Breast play was for when we had more time. Right now I was only interested in what was below the waist.

  I pushed him onto the black satin makeshift bed and reached for a condom in the secret supply. As a strip club we weren’t, technically, supposed to have sex with the customers for money, but that didn’t mean sex didn’t happen behind closed doors. Whether it be between staff or customers and staff, it happened.

  I really wanted to go down on him, to feel his taste bite into my tongue. The last three times I’d had sex, I hadn’t gotten to taste the men, and it had become a sort of craving. But I didn’t see how we could work that into ten minutes as well.

  I eyed his erection and suddenly the world shifted. My mind convinced itself ten minutes was just fine, and as long as I kept it to one simple taste all would be well.

  I fell to my knees between his legs, breathing in the musky scent which was his alone. I noticed his eyes widening, his body tensing with expectation as my mouth hovered over his swollen cock. I met his eyes with my own and licked my lips in slow motion. How long could we really play in ten minutes? How long would we have to get off?

  When I finally took him into my mouth, I closed my eyes, blocking out all other sensations as his taste exploded on my tongue. Pre-cum already wet the head, and as I stretched my mouth around him, taking him deeper, his delicious flavour coated my tongue.

  I told myself I had to stop. I told myself that one taste was all I was allowed, but of all the guys I’d been with, none tasted this damn good. I particularly liked giving oral pleasure to a man, mainly for the control, but taste was a close second. Different flavours, different textures, different sizes—nonetheless, all added to my own pleasure. I knew without a doubt I was soaking my inner thighs with my own moisture. I knew without a doubt my pussy was greedy for what my mouth was receiving.

  What could I say? I loved men. My body wanted what it wanted and took whatever the man offered.

  “I want more than a blowjob from you,” he panted, reaching for me and purposefully pulling me up his body. “Or at least sixty-nine so I can taste your delicious pussy as well.”

  Now I didn’t know what I wanted. He kissed me, thrusting his tongue deep inside my mouth, giving me a clear picture of what he was capable of doing, both with his tongue and his cock Ten minutes was rapidly winding into no minutes and I so needed to get off before then.

  “Put the condom on.” I handed him the foil packet, which he ripped open and donned like an expert.

  Both of us still had our shirts on. My pants sat rumpled in a corner by the door, while his hung around his ankles. We looked ridiculous. I guided his latex cock to my wet entrance and sank down onto it, not giving him time to breathe.

  My muscles contracted around the huge intrusion and we both groaned in approval. Tomorrow I’d most likely be sore, but what the hell. I set the pace, riding him slowly in circles, hitting my G-spot every time. His finger found my clit and it was all I could do not to wail. He sat up, keeping his strokes steady while I quickened my pace, taking what I needed from him. Sex was wonderful, and nothing was better than coming. Nothing was better than building up that high, and spiralling down so fast it made your head spin.

  While one hand played with my clit, the other reached around to grip my ass, sliding between my cheeks to find a tight little rosette that was no stranger to intrusion. I cried out again, cupping his cheeks and pulling his mouth to mine as his fingers sought out and penetrated my back entrance. With one finger at my clit and the other in my ass, I came, hard.

  I screamed into his mouth, letting his tongue coax away my unintelligible cries of pleasure while my body gripped him and milked him dry. He couldn’t hold back his pleasure very long after mine, coming hard and fast, keeping both hands where they were so we’d both get the most out of the experience.

  I could have stayed like this forever. I could have never again walked out that door and back to real life behind the bar. I pushed my body from him as he extracted his fingers from me. I knew I needed to move, if for nothing else so he could remove the condom. But my body was totally sated, and had no intention of moving on shaking ground.

  “You’re no Virgin Mary.” As if reading my thoughts, he slid himself from me and took care of the condom business. “But I am a bit disappointed. I wanted your pussy on my mouth, my tongue deep inside you. Tell me there will be a next time, so my wish will come true. Tell me we’ll have longer than ten minutes, possibly a whole night to explore each other’s bodies and give each other ultimate satisfaction? Please tell me that.”

  I finally stood, realising this guy was a clinger and that was the last thing I needed to get involved with. I dressed, totally ignoring his stare, and fixed my top to show a little cleavage and bare a little midriff. I wanted money tonight, and tips brought home the bacon.

  “Sorry. You knew perfectly well you had ten minutes, and now that time is up.” I gave him a saucy wink. “See ya ‘round.”

  I slid out the door and back into real life. Somehow I knew he wouldn’t give up so easily and if that man could make a girl come as hard as I had, I knew definitely that there would be a round two. I just didn’t know when or where.

  One Night Only

  Chapter Two

  Apart from the club, I spent my days at my aunt’s flower shop, raking in the dough as a floral designer. I say that loosely because the best I can do is place orders and take payments. I tried giving a wedding centrepiece a shot and the flowers wilted before I even got through. So my aunt decided it was best for me to stay near the phone and take the customers’ orders.

  Today hadn’t been the greatest of days. I had four funeral arrangements to deliver and three ‘Get Wells’, two to go to the hospital and one to the nursing home. I even had a bouquet to deliver from a husband to his wife at the police station. Aside from all that, the freaking day felt like the equator and my car had no air conditioning. If these stupid flowers didn’t wilt by the time I’d delivered them, it would be a small miracle.

  I was on my way to the police station and decided to park my car out front—of course in a no parking zone, but who really cared about that?—and run these in to the front desk. Nowhere in the contract did it say I had to personally deliver the flowers. I just had to get them to the right place. Aunt Greta knew I didn’t like people in the mornings.

  I ran up the steps, limiting myself to a five-minute delivery before someone spotted my illegal parking. Not to mention the whole flower wilting thing. If I was lucky, the people at the funeral home would understand. The hospital people might be a little disappointed. But hey, it’s the thought that counts, right?

  Three people stood in line before me, and I anxiously awaited my turn. Five minutes was turning into ten as I watched the second hand slowly tick its way around the dial of the clock on the wall. Why were people always taking their precious time when you were in a hurry?

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��Miss, can I help you?” a lady called from the far side of the long desk. I all but ran over to her, gaining a few evil looks from patrons filling the foyer.

  “Yes, I need to make a delivery to a Mrs. Laura Wilcox.” I set the flowers on the desk beside me.

  “Sure. Detective Wilcox is on the second floor. Just take the steps and her desk is in the back of the room. Jason should be up at the front desk. He’ll show you which one it is.”

  Evidently these people did expect me to deliver these personally. I ran up the flight of steps and, luckily, found Jason, who directed me to the back of a very large room and a cubical where Detective Laura Wilcox should have been. Everyone stared at me as if I was an escaped convict and they were deciding if they should arrest me or not.

  “You can put them right there.” A familiar voice came from behind me, and I turned around to see the very man I’d met the night before. He stood in his suit—minus the jacket—looking intently at the file he held. He had a badge on his hip, clearly announcing he was a detective or something of that nature.

  “Right.” I twirled around before he saw my face and slid the vase onto the desk. My car was more than likely on its way to the impound lot with about three hundred dollars worth of flowers wilting away in this desert-like heat.

  “Are those for Wilcox?” He came up behind me, nearly touching my back with his chest. “I wonder what Bill did this time?”

  “I haven’t the slightest clue.” I turned, but he prevented me from moving farther.

  His body was huge, definitely football star quality. Broad shoulders, lean hips and the most gorgeous face I’d ever seen outside Hollywood. Clearly I was attracted to him last night when we saw each other at the bar, but I’d never really taken that good of a look at him. My mind had been focused on other things, things that my body still remembered this morning.

  “Well, if it isn’t Virgin Mary,” he whispered. His lips slid to a grin as he stared down at me. I didn’t remember him being so tall either, but he was nearly a foot above my five-four height.