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his hand around her waist and pulled her close to him. He planted a light kiss on the top of her head as if to prove his point.
What the hell! Since when was she taken? Just because they had a little fun last night certainly didn't make her his girl. She looked up at him slightly confused and indignant.
He chose to not meet her gaze, instead his eyes remained glued to Joseph and he ushered her away from the table and towards the door marked private , which led to his office.
"Don't say a word. Just keep moving, Lacey," he whispered in her ear.
She nodded, allowing herself to be pushed across the dance floor, in through the private door, and up the stairwell which led to his office.
"Can I talk now?" She asked glaring at him, as she seated herself on the sofa in his office.
Nigel nodded. "Of course."
"What the hell just happened?" Lacey crossed her arms over her chest and waited for him to answer.
"Why did you come here alone?" he countered. "I had Trinity give you enough tickets for you and your friends."
"Are you saying your club isn't safe, Nigel?"
"No nightclub is safe for a beautiful single woman to be wandering around by herself."
He crossed the room and seated himself next to her, taking her hands in his. Again, she was surprised by the coolness of his touch. "The man you were speaking with is not a good man. He's dangerous. I need you to promise to stay away from him."
That was an easy enough promise to keep. She had no intention of going near him again, even if he could get her into that room. "Then why do you allow him in your club?"
Nigel exhaled loudly, raking a hand through his dark hair. "It's complicated."
Lacey shrugged her shoulders, "I have lots of time; explain it to me."
Nigel touched the side of her cheek with the palm of his hand, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. Impulsively, Lacey pulled his thumb into her mouth, causing Nigel's breath to catch in his throat. Moments later he released a ragged breath. "Lacey," he murmured, removing his thumb from her mouth and replacing it with his lips. His kiss was so heated, so intense.
While she knew her main objective was to acquire information from him for her article, perhaps even get an interview, those objectives seemed to slip to the back of her mind the moment his lips touched hers. Memories of how amazing his tongue had felt on her last night came rushing back to her, causing her body to begin burning with hunger for him.
A dull throbbing feeling began to emerge between her legs.
She pulled away from his kiss, breathless. She began frantically fumbling with the buttons on his shirt; she needed to feel his cool flesh under her hands; needed to trace the contours of his muscular abs, torso and chest. Once she reached the last button, she slipped the shirt off his wide, strong shoulders.
Pushing him back against the sofa, she straddled his lap. Her mouth captured his, her tongue slipping between his parted lips, seeking out his. An inferno of desire raged through her, demanding to feel every inch of his magnificent body. There would be time for questions and answers later. Right now the desires of her mind were being overpowered by those of her body.
"Lacey," Nigel moaned her name softly against her lips as he grabbed her ass and pulled her down tightly against his large erection, restrained within a couple layers of clothing. Frantic in her desire, Lacey unhooked his belt, and undid the button and zipper of his black pants. Her hand snaked under his boxers to grasp his enlarged cock tightly, her thumb stroking the sensitive head.
She began to stroke his cock, in quick, fluid motions which caused another moan to escape his lips. His lips left hers suddenly, trailing kisses down the front of her neck.
Lacey arched her back, allowing him full access to the soft, ivory skin. Shivers raced through her body in anticipation when his lips reached her collarbone.
"Let's move to my apartment," he growled, desire so thick in his voice that it sent
What the hell! Since when was she taken? Just because they had a little fun last night certainly didn't make her his girl. She looked up at him slightly confused and indignant.
He chose to not meet her gaze, instead his eyes remained glued to Joseph and he ushered her away from the table and towards the door marked private , which led to his office.
"Don't say a word. Just keep moving, Lacey," he whispered in her ear.
She nodded, allowing herself to be pushed across the dance floor, in through the private door, and up the stairwell which led to his office.
"Can I talk now?" She asked glaring at him, as she seated herself on the sofa in his office.
Nigel nodded. "Of course."
"What the hell just happened?" Lacey crossed her arms over her chest and waited for him to answer.
"Why did you come here alone?" he countered. "I had Trinity give you enough tickets for you and your friends."
"Are you saying your club isn't safe, Nigel?"
"No nightclub is safe for a beautiful single woman to be wandering around by herself."
He crossed the room and seated himself next to her, taking her hands in his. Again, she was surprised by the coolness of his touch. "The man you were speaking with is not a good man. He's dangerous. I need you to promise to stay away from him."
That was an easy enough promise to keep. She had no intention of going near him again, even if he could get her into that room. "Then why do you allow him in your club?"
Nigel exhaled loudly, raking a hand through his dark hair. "It's complicated."
Lacey shrugged her shoulders, "I have lots of time; explain it to me."
Nigel touched the side of her cheek with the palm of his hand, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. Impulsively, Lacey pulled his thumb into her mouth, causing Nigel's breath to catch in his throat. Moments later he released a ragged breath. "Lacey," he murmured, removing his thumb from her mouth and replacing it with his lips. His kiss was so heated, so intense.
While she knew her main objective was to acquire information from him for her article, perhaps even get an interview, those objectives seemed to slip to the back of her mind the moment his lips touched hers. Memories of how amazing his tongue had felt on her last night came rushing back to her, causing her body to begin burning with hunger for him.
A dull throbbing feeling began to emerge between her legs.
She pulled away from his kiss, breathless. She began frantically fumbling with the buttons on his shirt; she needed to feel his cool flesh under her hands; needed to trace the contours of his muscular abs, torso and chest. Once she reached the last button, she slipped the shirt off his wide, strong shoulders.
Pushing him back against the sofa, she straddled his lap. Her mouth captured his, her tongue slipping between his parted lips, seeking out his. An inferno of desire raged through her, demanding to feel every inch of his magnificent body. There would be time for questions and answers later. Right now the desires of her mind were being overpowered by those of her body.
"Lacey," Nigel moaned her name softly against her lips as he grabbed her ass and pulled her down tightly against his large erection, restrained within a couple layers of clothing. Frantic in her desire, Lacey unhooked his belt, and undid the button and zipper of his black pants. Her hand snaked under his boxers to grasp his enlarged cock tightly, her thumb stroking the sensitive head.
She began to stroke his cock, in quick, fluid motions which caused another moan to escape his lips. His lips left hers suddenly, trailing kisses down the front of her neck.
Lacey arched her back, allowing him full access to the soft, ivory skin. Shivers raced through her body in anticipation when his lips reached her collarbone.
"Let's move to my apartment," he growled, desire so thick in his voice that it sent
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