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  DIRTY GAMES

  A BWWM Erotic Romance

  Book 2

  By Sasha

  Foolish Games (book 1) is now available for only $.99—or FREE with Kindle Unlimited.

  Zenobia and Wes are so in love, they can’t resist playing matchmaker…

  Life for broke bartender Rose Kelly is boring as hell. At the most glamorous club in Magic City, she expected more fun and excitement in her late nights. Instead, she watches Casa Blanca’s rich and fabulous have their fun all around her without the chance—or money—to enjoy a part of that life.

  When her boss, Wes, finds out that Rose is still a virgin, he and Zenobia set her up on a blind date with Brent Long, Casa Blanca’s MVP—most valuable patron. Brent wants nothing more than to introduce Rose to the thrills of sex and bondage, and after an exhilarating first date, Rose realizes she can’t get enough of the sexy bad boy. But more than that, she’s going to do her best to break Brent of his “no strings attached” rule and win the playboy’s heart—one hot night at a time.

  Chapter 1

  “Hey, gorgeous, what’re you doing out here?”

  A silly grin spread across Zenobia’s lips and she turned on the spot, wrapping her arms around Wes’s neck. Wes smiled at her, his fingers rubbing gently at the small of Zenobia’s back.

  “Just checking out the line.”

  “It’s not going anywhere,” Wes chuckled, kissing the tip of Zenobia’s nose. “Come on in, Kevin’s got it covered.”

  The bouncer nodded and flexed his biceps at them in demonstration. Zenobia followed Wes inside.

  A table covered with a black velvet drape stood at the side immediately past the entrance. A stack of cards and keys were artfully placed in two different baskets lined with lace, as the costumers walked by they picked up a card, stood to the side to fill them in, and grabbed a key in a constant, almost musical rhythm.

  Blind Date Night had been Zenobia’s idea, and it was a huge success right off the bat. Clients had to sign a waiting list ahead of time now because they just didn’t have enough room to satisfy everyone.

  “Are you considering signing up?” Wes whispered in Zenobia’s ear. He took her hand and dragged her past the crowded hall where patrons were filling in forms with their name, preferences, and gender, while praying that the lottery draw for a key—and a partner—would work in their favor.

  “I don’t know,” Zenobia said playfully, as Wes slapped her ass.

  Zenobia turned in his arms and kissed his neck.

  “Maybe it’s time to spice it up a little?”

  “What, getting bored already?” Wes pouted, mock-serious. “Well, we can’t have that—”

  “Wes?”

  Wes turned around; smiling once he saw that it was Rose, one of the club’s best employees.

  “Yeah?”

  “There are people demanding a Wednesday special, despite my trying to explain I can’t get them a Speed Dating card tonight. I don’t really know what to do anymore.”

  “I’ll take care of it,” Wes said with a smile. “Where are they?”

  “Booth seven,” Rose said, gesturing toward the back of the club.

  Wes gave a cheeky wink to Zenobia and pressed a soft, wet kiss on her lips. “Don’t go anywhere.”

  “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

  Wes breezed toward the back booths, and Zenobia turned to Rose.

  “Night’s going smooth so far?” Zenobia asked, walking back to the bar with her.

  “Despite people not knowing the calendar, yeah, it’s going fine,” Rose answered with a smile as they both slid behind the bar.

  Zenobia liked Rose. She knew Wes couldn’t understand the girl’s shyness, especially because Rose was an incredibly beautiful young woman. Rose had that smooth, almost perfect complexion, were it not for the freckles dusting her nose and cheeks. Her bright red hair fell to the middle of her back, and her green eyes and full lips were the envy of both patrons and coworkers. She was also perfectly proportioned; not too curvy and not too muscular, and showed just enough cleavage to earn her hundreds in tips every night. Yet despite all that, and working in one of the classiest clubs in all of Miami, where the most beautiful singles came to mingle and pair up, Rose always stayed in the background, shaking cocktails, mixing drinks and generally being polite and professional to everyone, but still only in the background.

  Zenobia knew it drove Wes crazy. He just couldn’t comprehend how someone could not want to enjoy themselves and how they could lack the confidence that he oozed from his every pore. If Wes had a fault, it was his inability to put himself in someone else’s shoes. Zenobia understood Rose’s plight, probably better than anyone else who worked at Casa Blanca’s. She, herself, had spent most of her life feeling awkward, out of place and uncomfortable in her skin while everything around her changed. Tasha always made fun of her for it, in that exasperated, patronizing but loving older sister way, but Zenobia just couldn’t get past her own issues.

  Rose, in many ways, was very similar to Zenobia, even if the reasons behind her attitude were different. And Zenobia didn’t know exactly which reasons she had, but she still felt for her. Rose wasn’t all that comfortable around her yet, even though she’d warmed up considerably since the very first weeks. She just wished she could sit her down and really talk to her, though she had no idea what she would say. For Rose, it may have been a combination of her upbringing and experiences.

  “When is your night off?” Zenobia asked as she started mixing herself a Screaming Orgasm.

  The bar was mostly quiet, thankfully, the perfect moment to try and start a conversation.

  “Ah, it was gonna be tomorrow, but I told Wes I could work anyway since Theo is sick.”

  Zenobia gave her a curious glance. “You’ve been here every single night this week. Don’t you just want to chill out tomorrow?”

  “I don’t really have anything to do,” Rose said with a small shrug, turning to give Zenobia a smile as she slid a glass her way so she could pour her cocktail into it.

  “Hey gorgeous, can I buy you one?”

  Both of them turned to see tall man with sparkling blue eyes leaning across the bar and sliding a bill over to Rose. She blinked, as though she either didn’t understand his request or was simply afraid of him. She glanced back at Zenobia, then gave him a smile and passed him a shot of tequila.

  “No, but this one is on the house.”

  Zenobia barely restrained from rolling her eyes a little, and kept her smile to herself. The man gulped down the shot, holding Rose’s gaze seductively before sliding off his stool and pushing himself closer to her.

  “What time do you get off?”

  “Way late,” Rose said, her tone apologetic. She glanced back to Zenobia, the look in her eyes sort of desperate.

  “Rose, can you come here a moment?”

  The man slouched away, giving the two of them a dirty look, and Rose took a sigh of relief as she downed what was supposed to be Zenobia’s drink.

  “What was that about? He was a knockout.”

  Rose blushed slightly, but avoided Zenobia’s eyes as she finished the cocktail, mumbling something under her breath that could’ve been anything. Zenobia frowned, perplexed, but before she could get in a word, Wes was back, his hand sliding.

  “Hey there,” Wes whispered, kissing the side of Zenobia’s neck.

  “Hey. All sorted?”

  “Yeah, I had Kevin kick them out,” Wes said indifferently, his grin glowing brighter as Zenobia rolled her eyes at him. “Come on.”

  “Where?”

  “Meaning business.”

  Zenobia snorted. It was one of Wes’s codes. Sometimes her boyfriend was a few cards short of a full deck.

 
Boyfriend... gosh, did that make her giggle like a schoolgirl.

  Wes was crazy about noir movies and gangster flicks, and he found it immensely amusing that every time there was a night club scene, after you’d seen all the crowd and the dancing people and scantily-clad waitresses, there were always the back rooms where the people in black were “meaning business.”

  Wes had a lot of these impromptu crazy eureka moments, and Zenobia had learned to give in to whatever he came up with. They were what made Zenobia fall in love with him in the first place.

  “Right,” she said, grinning at Wes and clasping their fingers together. “Rose, you okay?”

  “I’ll take care of the bar,” Rose finished easily, smiling at them.

  “You’re awesome,” Wes beamed.

  He tugged on Zenobia’s hand, and before Zenobia could actually inquire if Rose was doing okay, she was dragged away by Wes toward one of the back rooms.

  Chapter 2

  “You’re rather crazy, you know?” Zenobia whispered as Wes kicked open a door and pulled her in, backing her up against the wall as he kissed hungrily at her mouth.

  Wes grinned, his bright turquoise eyes sparkling in mischief. “All your fault.”

  “Did you actually kick out clients so you could have one of the rooms?” Zenobia inquired, her hands skating down Wes’s chest, finding the buttons of his shirt already.

  Wes grinned, blinking innocently at her as he sought Zenobia’s mouth again, his teeth nibbling in the lower curve of her lip.

  “You’re…awful,” Zenobia groaned, her voice breathless, a hint of laughter peeking through.

  “Want you,” Wes groaned, biting into the line of her jaw, then down on her neck. “Been too long.”

  “Six hours,” Zenobia grinned back, her fingers seeking skin, equally eager despite her amused tone.

  “Too long,” Wes repeated.

  He smiled and pressed his lips to Zenobia’s brow, kissing down the bridge of her nose, thumbs stroking her cheekbones.

  “We should sneak away more often.” Wes grinned, lips meeting lips as his fingers started to pull at the hem of Zenobia’s dress, bunching it in his hands as he tried to tug it over her head.

  Zenobia smiled, raising her arms and breaking the kiss long enough to have him take it off. Wes’s hands immediately skimmed over Zenobia’s torso, brushing past her nipples and around her hips, fingers framing her waist and teasing the curve of her tailbone.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Wes whispered, nimble hands sliding over heated skin, their breath mingling.

  He hovered in front of Zenobia’s mouth, locking eyes with her. Zenobia parted her mouth slowly; the tip of Wes’s tongue slipping past willing lips, bodies pressed so closely together that Zenobia knew Wes could feel her heart thumping right out of her chest.

  Zenobia’s knees sagged as Wes carefully mapped out every inch of her mouth, fingers fluttering against his cheek as if he were as delicate as a butterfly. She moaned into the kiss, her own arms winding around Wes’s neck without any conscious thought as she shook under the onslaught.

  Wes’s hands wrapped around Zenobia’s hips, and with a fluid motion, she was being hoisted off the ground and up into the secure circle of Wes’s arms. Zenobia’s legs curled around slim hips, ankles crossing behind Wes’s back.

  “So perfect,” Wes whispered again. “My perfect, beautiful Zenobia.”

  This time Zenobia wasted no time allowing Wes’s tongue past her lips, her head tilting backwards to allow a deeper kiss.

  “Wes,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut as her fingers curled tight over hard muscle.

  She was still taken by surprise when Wes demonstrated the endless strength he kept coiled inside his body; overwhelmed by the way her boyfriend could manhandle her and still be so impossibly gentle. It was nothing like it was with Sebastian. Wes cradled her in her arms as though Zenobia was made of fine blown glass. She had never felt so helpless or so cherished as she did when she was in his arms.

  Wes pulled her away from the wall, steadily walking backwards until they were by the lush red couch, the cool leather making Zenobia gasp and arch in Wes’s hold. He didn’t put her down, not yet, his cock grinding against her, the friction eliciting soft, garbled moans from both of them.

  “Missed this,” Wes moaned, mouthing down her neck and sucking gently at the hollow of her throat. He pressed a trail of kisses all around Zenobia’s neck and collarbone, hoisting her up a little higher so he could suck one of the hardening brown nubs through his lips.

  A thrill raked Zenobia’s spine, and she tightened her legs around Wes’s waist, hips rolling and rutting against Wes’s, breath broken by soft whimpers as his cock pushed and throbbed in its denim cage.

  Zenobia whimpered, her hands fisting in Wes’s hair as she bucked up against his mouth. Wes turned them around and pushed Zenobia down on the couch, hunkering down on the carpeted floor as he kept kissing Zenobia as thoroughly and methodically as if he’d never done it before. Zenobia’s back was rubbing against the leather, Wes’s teeth grazing her nipple and she moaned, head thrown back and bumping against the wall behind the couch.

  Wes chuckled, looking up at her with eyes blown wide by lust. “Careful, baby. There’s no fun to be had if you give yourself a concussion.”

  “Hmm,” Zenobia moaned, shivering a little at the term of endearment. “And what did you have in mind?”

  The tips of Wes’s fingers brushed the back of Zenobia’s pants. “It’s naughty.” He grinned devilishly. “Fits in perfectly with our Blind Date night.”

  Zenobia hissed, her fingers tight in Wes’s hair, her head pressed back against the couch. “Tell me more.”

  Wes licked Zenobia’s throat and purred against the skin. “Well, I’d finish undressing you, baring every inch of your beautiful skin for me to touch.”

  “Then what?”

  “Then,” Wes whispered, lips hovering over Zenobia’s rapidly beating heart, “then I’d spread you out and lick you open, make you gasp and moan for me. God, the sounds you make, Zenobia. So goddamn hot.”

  Zenobia whimpered, struggling to hold on to Wes’s hair, her other hand grappling for purchase at one broad shoulder.

  “Please,” she moaned, rutting her hips up again and struggling to rotate her hips against Wes’s, so that she could feel Wes’s thick, hard cock press against her panties. Wes smiled and brushed his lips over the underside of Zenobia’s chin.

  “Then I’d lay you over the couch, legs spread wide for me as I’ll finally bury all of my thick cock inside of you. You love it when I take you like that, don’t you?” Wes bit lightly at Zenobia’s collarbone, his hands taking a firm hold of her buttocks and squeezing. She moaned and shook, fingers slipping through the length of Wes’s hair, fingernails scraping his ears.

  “Yes,” she whimpered, clutching desperately at his strong body. “God, Wes, yes—”

  Wes pushed his hips up further, as though determined to fuck Zenobia through the layers of clothing. Zenobia moaned a little as Wes’s strong arms tightened slightly, hugging her close. Wes kissed her belly and the lines of her hips, each soft touch an act of adoration that stole Zenobia’s breath away. Small, delicate kisses turned to feather light whispers of Wes’s eyelashes against her skin. “Wes.” Zenobia’s voice was thinner than she meant it to be, stunned and somewhat awed by each reverent kiss pressed into her skin.

  Wes dropped to his knees and flashed a brilliant grin up from behind bangs of dirty-blond hair. He kissed Zenobia’s inner thighs once more, his cheek brushing across the wet spot on her panties. Stripping them away, Wes spread her legs tenderly. His big thumbs stroked swollen lips as he leaned in to nuzzle at them with his nose. Zenobia squirmed and let out a breath of soft laughter, one that Wes echoed before pressing a quick kiss onto them. The first brush of his tongue over Zenobia’s wet clit had her moaning out loud, her hands scraping the smooth, leathery cushions to try and keep herself stable.

  “Wes… Oh fuck, fuck—”

/>   It didn’t work. Wes circled the outer ring of muscle with the tip of his tongue, feathery light brushes that already sent her head spinning before he wriggled inside, tongue lax and pliant as he went in, flat as a slab and as rigid as he could make it as he drew it out.

  Zenobia wouldn’t have been able to control her moaning and whimpering even if she tried, and admittedly, she wasn’t trying that hard. Her pussy was spilling out over the cushions and on Wes’s face with every push of his tongue inside of her, Zenobia’s whimpered words of ‘Wes,’ and ‘More,’ and ‘Again, again, again,’ barely distinguishable through the breathless string of moans flowing from her lips.

  Wes’s tongue pulled out and traced up and down the length of Zenobia’s clit, teasing her before sliding back up and twisting inside of her again. Zenobia mewled and gripped at the couch cushions, her hips bucking up under Wes’s face shamelessly as she begged for more.

  Wes’s soft chuckle was warm against Zenobia’s skin, his big hands braced over the curve of her thighs as he held her against the couch. His tongue knew each place to explore, and how exactly to make her sob and beg from the pleasure of each teasing swipe. It had been one of the most exciting things in their relationship, just finding out every button, every kink, every place that would make the other scream, and God, Wes was a master at that.

  Wes slid his hand from one side of Zenobia’s hip, sliding it around the smooth skin of her thigh before brushing the tips of his fingers along her clit. The dual attack sent waves of pleasure shuddering through Zenobia’s system. She struggled to keep control as Wes’s tongue probed expertly inside, his fingers teasing her swollen, sensitive nub.

  “God, Wes, Wes, please—”

  “Come on, baby.” Wes pulled back enough to be heard, his hand rhythmically stroking, his thumb teasing Zenobia’s wet clit.

  Zenobia bit her lip and whimpered, a high-pitched noise coming from somewhere down her throat as she rolled her hips up, breath breaking. Wes’s hand was wonderfully hot and fast over her clit, and her ass still pulsed and clenched from where Wes had tongue-fucked her. Moaning, she threw her head back and bucked her hips up under his hand.