Tough Guy: A Hero Club Novel by Jamie Schmidt (e book reader free .txt) 📕

moaned into his mouth. We hadn’t stopped kissing and I would gladly give up breathing to keep this feeling going. But he pulled away and looked at me with burning eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“I’d like to take my time, but I can’t.”

“Okay.” His fingers played me like a guitar.

He dipped his head to my breasts and sucked hard on my nipple. It pushed me over the edge, and I crested into another limb-shaking orgasm. Miles put his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. It was so erotic I started to go to my knees. I wanted to drive him as crazy as he was driving me. But he pulled me up and tossed me toward his desk. I splayed facedown across it.

“Condom,” I managed to gasp out.

“Of course,” he said, spreading my legs wide. And then he was sucking on my pussy. I shrieked in surprise at the erotic pleasure of it. His fingers held me open while his tongue explored my slick folds like it had my mouth.

“Miles!” His tongue penetrated me only to go back to licking me to another orgasm. I was going to die of pleasure. It was all I could do to keep breathing as Miles made sure I was a sopping wet mess. Every erotic feeling that had pulsed through me while I was dancing tonight came to the forefront and I gave in to them now. It was decadent and addicting and I wanted more and more. When he’d wrung every last shiver and tremor out of me, he left me there wide open and waiting. I was dimly aware of the crinkle of foil and his satisfied hiss before his strong hands clamped on my hips and held me still while he drove deep inside.

I screamed, grabbed the desk, and violently bucked to meet each thrust of his powerful body. Lights flashed before my eyes and for a moment I was back on the stage dancing. My nipples scraped against the top of his desk and I stood up on my toes so I wouldn’t miss a delicious stroke.

“Jackie,” he groaned “I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since our lap dance.

“Me too,” I panted.

I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast to another explosion. Dancing had turned me on tonight. I’d had fun with Chance, but being here with Miles fulfilled every fantasy. I loved Las Vegas. I loved this feeling of freedom and losing every inhibition that had held me back while I was in Lisa’s shadow in New York.

“Miles,” I begged, straining toward the glorious release that was just a few pumps away. “Fuck me.”

He gripped my hair and pulled my head back. He stopped deep inside me and I tightened around him, flexing and milking his cock. “What do you think I’m doing?” Miles nipped at my ear and throat. “You feel like paradise.”

I writhed underneath him, squirming to feel the pounding drive of his body against mine again.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, and the bastard fucked me slowly. Too slowly.

A sob built up in my throat as I wiggled against him desperately. “Please.” I wasn’t above begging, too greedy for the rush. “Make me come.”

“With pleasure,” he purred and picked up the pace.

I groaned in anticipation. I wanted him to pull my hair again. I wanted to be on top so I could grind and writhe on him again. I could hear the throbbing bass line of someone’s music and my heart matched the beat. Miles’s breathing was tortured, and the hard slap of our bodies drove me to that special place. I cried out, loud and long, and shook hard against him. My orgasm started in my toes and tingled all the way to the top of my head. He stiffened, shouted, and pulled my hips tight against him and I felt him empty himself into the condom.

We stayed like that, melted into each other, as our breathing got under control. Miles kissed my shoulder and eased out. I was a pile of goo on his desk. After a moment, he helped me upright and wrapped me in a soft blanket that smelled like his aftershave. Carrying me over to a wide leather couch opposite his desk, Miles sat down and settled me into his lap. Cuddling close, he kissed my forehead.

“I have a lead on Lisa,” he said.

Chapter Nine

Miles Carvello

Jackie popped straight up in my arms. Her face was so close, I was distracted by her full lips. I wanted to kiss her again.

“Is she all right?”

“I don’t know. It could be a dead end. It could lead to another clue.” I didn’t want her to get her hopes up.

“What’s the lead?”

I told her about Paulie, Dee, and Zeke, leaving out the part about the drugs and pistol.

I liked that she was comfortable enough to stay in my arms and I was happy to keep hold of her. My job didn’t afford a lot of downtime and I hadn’t had sex in a few months. Now I was glad I’d waited. Jackie was special and one of a kind, even though her sister was pissing me off about how she was treating her family. Although, it had brought Jackie to my club. I was determined to make these few days I had with her into great memories that might lead her back to me the next time she could get away for a Vegas vacation.

“Do you think their disappearance has something to do with Lisa’s?”

She shifted to sit down next to me. I was shitty with aftercare, apparently. I wanted to make her feel that she mattered to me, that she wasn’t just a horny fuck in my office. I wanted her to know I didn’t do this with every new girl that worked in my club. But Jackie wasn’t like the other girls. She focused on one thing with all her attention. A few minutes ago, it had been my cock. Now it was her