Club Noire

Chapter6

Baz and I finally made our way back onto the elevator. I noticed the creepy guy from earlier had left and was glad. He was on my list to deal with tomorrow. Right now, Baz and I were due for some downtime. As soon as the doors closed, Baz grabbed me close and kissed me with a hunger I hadn’t expected. I quickly matched his enthusiasm, and we went to my apartment. Clothes flew as soon as we were inside, and we left a trail of discarded items in our wake.

We fell onto the bed, and Baz began trailing kisses from my jaw down to my aching n*pples. He gave attention to first one, then the other, licking and sucking on them in turns. He moved further down to my belly on his way to my throbbing core. I moaned his name as my hips lifted on their own accord. He began to lick and suck on my waiting nub as he inserted one and then a second, thick finger into my weeping channel. His fingers moved faster as he licked and lapped up my juices.

As my climax barreled down on me with unexpected ferocity, I shouted his name. I could feel him smile against my inner thigh as he kissed his way back up my body. He kissed me passionately, and I could taste myself on his lips. His thick member rubbed against my lower lips at the same time, and I groaned into his mouth. He pulled back slightly and then slowly slid into me. We both moaned at the feeling, and he began to move inside me. I moved in sync with his ever-quickening rhythm, and we neared our climax simultaneously, something I thought was only for romance novels. As he came, I knew the urge to mark me was hard to resist. I appreciated his restraint. He sucked on his marking spot and sparks shot through me, extending my climax. I looked into his eyes and saw the glint of mischief as he smiled lazily at me.

“Don’t think we’re done here, love. I think you’re good for a couple more rounds of screaming my name,” he said.

“We’ll see,” I panted as I came down from my s*x high. Turns out he was right.

We made it through several more positions, locations, and multiple orgasms from both of us before we fell into a sweaty heap in the bed. I had the best sleep of my life that night. Maybe there was something to that mate bond.

The following day, I awoke to my phone ringing at what I was sure was an ungodly hour. The sun wasn’t even visible, and I saw Baz sleeping soundly beside me. He looked young and carefree like that. I could picture this being a regular thing, which scared me a little. I hurriedly grabbed my phone and growled, “Hello.”

“Well good morning to you, too,” Phaedra chirped. She was even more of a morning person than I was but it came naturally to her. It was borne of necessity for me. I smothered the urge to curse her and her family line. A glance at the clock on the bedside table told me it was too early for this level of perkiness.

“What is so important that it couldn’t wait until I came down for work? Seriously, some of us actually like sleeping. Just because you seem to live off caffeine and love doesn’t mean it’s like that for all of us,” I hissed at her. I could hear her snickering in the background at my misery. Curse her happy self.

“Well, I was just checking to see how your date went last night, and judging by your snippy attitude this morning, I will say it went so well that you’re currently sleep-deprived. But I had to call because the IT folks got a hit on the creepy dude from last night. They think they pinpointed how he got into the club, and I thought you’d want to know immediately.”

I grimaced. She was right, but how come they weren’t calling me themselves? I didn’t realize I had spoken aloud until she answered me.

“They saw you and Baz leave, and I drew the short straw to call you because they didn’t want to get reamed out or, worse, fired for bothering you. So cut them some slack,” she added.

“I guess. Please tell me what I need to know when I get downstairs at eight, and you owe me breakfast. For Baz as well,” I added as he started to stir beside me.

“Deal, see you then, and I will bring copious amounts of coffee for you,” she said sweetly. I am immune to her charms but can’t say no to good coffee.

“Rise Up?” I asked.

“Is there anywhere else?” she countered. No. No, there is not if you don’t want to drink dark swill masquerading as coffee. We said goodbye, and I turned to see the sexiness of Baz, who was staring at me with a question on his face.

“I’ll tell you as we get ready,” I told him. Fortunately, he kept his clothes at my place. Being as close as we were for so long, he stayed at my place on more than one occasion, though nothing happened, and not for a lack of trying on his part.

I nudged him toward the shower, and we took too long because he was feeling frisky, and so was I. Who knew I was a morning shower s*x person? Go figure. We dressed and got ready to go downstairs. I told him what Phaedra had said even though I was sure he could hear it himself. I dressed in wide-leg, high-waist burgundy pants with a cuff and suspenders. I had a white cap sleeve button-up blouse and t-strap tan high-heeled shoes. I pulled my hair into a long braid and wore pearl studs with a matching pearl bracelet. Baz had on a black suit and white shirt with no tie. He left the top couple of buttons open, and he was a yummy sight indeed. He smirked at me as I grabbed my tan Coach bag and put my wallet and other things in it.

“What?” I asked. He just smiled and kissed my forehead. Huh, that was new. I liked it, though.

“Just admirin’ the view, darlin’,” he whispered. Well, okay, then.