Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

Seraphina

His strong hands find my hips and he pulls my body flush against his.

As we begin to move together, I already know that this mysterious, masculine Abe is going to be trouble...the very best kind.

Finally, I've met a real man in this city of fakes and frauds.

I plan on getting to know every inch of him before this night is through.

We sway to the pulsing beat, our bodies perfectly in sync.

Abe's hands roam over my curves, igniting sparks everywhere he touches.

I loop my arms around his neck, my fingers toying with the short hairs at his nape.

God, it's been so long since I've been this intensely attracted to someone.

Every flex of his hard muscles, every graze of his fingertips, sends heat rushing through my veins.

I can barely think straight, can barely remember to keep dancing and not just jump him right here on the dance floor.

Abe leans in close, his scruffy cheek grazing mine as he murmurs in my ear. "You are so damn sexy, you know that? Been watching you since the moment you walked in that door, wanting nothing more than to get my hands on you."

I shiver, a thrill running down my spine at his bold words. "Is that so?" I ask coyly, pulling back to look up at him through my lashes. "Well, now that you've got your hands on me, what are you gonna do about it?"

He chuckles a deep, wicked sound that has me clenching my thighs together.

His aqua blue eyes darken with unmistakable hunger. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea the things I want to do to you. No idea at all."

I lick my lips, already imagining that sinful mouth all over my body.

I've never been one for delayed gratification.

When I see something I want, I go for it.

And I want Abe. Now.

Winding my fingers into his hair, I tug his head down until our lips are almost touching. "I've got the VIP booth upstairs," I breathe against his mouth. "What do you say we take this party somewhere more...private? You can bring your friend too."

Abe's big hands flex on my hips, digging into my flesh. "Now that sounds like the best fucking plan I've heard all night." He nips at my bottom lip, making me gasp. "Lead the way, beautiful. I'm all yours."

Oh yes, he certainly is, I think wickedly as I take his hand and guide him toward the velvet-roped VIP section.

Tonight, Abe is going to be all mine...and I'm going to savor every second of it.

Anticipation hums through my veins as we ascend the stairs to the VIP lounge, my hand firmly clasped in Abe's.

I can feel the heat of his body, the raw masculine power radiating off him in waves.

It's intoxicating.

Rita trails behind us, giggling as she tugs his friend along.

I glance over my shoulder, catching her eye with a knowing smirk.

Looks like we're both in for some fun tonight.

The VIP host nods at me in recognition as we approach, unhooking the velvet rope to let us pass.

I breeze by him with a wink, heading straight for my favorite corner booth that overlooks the pulsing dance floor below.

Sliding into the plush seat, I cross my legs slowly, letting the hem of my tight dress ride up my thighs.

Abe's molten gaze follows the movement before he settles in beside me, his denim-clad thigh pressing against my bare one.

Sparks skitter across my skin at the contact.

Jack and Rita take their seats across from us, but I barely spare them a glance.

I only have eyes for Abe right now.

He drapes an arm across the back of the booth, his fingertips grazing my shoulder and sending a shiver down my spine.

"Cozy," he remarks with a crooked grin, those piercing blue eyes roaming over me appreciatively. "I like it."

"I thought you might." Heat unfurls within me as I boldly reach out to trail a red lacquered nail down the inked patterns curling around his muscular forearm. "So tell me, Abe...what other things do you like?"

His eyes flare with unmistakable want. "Fishing for compliments already? And here I thought we were just getting to know each other…"

"Maybe I'm an overachiever." I flash him a coy smile, loving this flirtatious push and pull between us. "Or maybe I just see something I like...and I'm not afraid to go after it."

Abe leans in closer, his woodsy, masculine scent wrapping around me. "That so?" His voice is a low rumble that I feel all the way to my core. "I think I'm really going to like getting to know you, Sera..."

Oh, not nearly as much as I'm going to enjoy unwrapping him later.

And I always take my time savoring the best gifts.

"So, how long have you boys lived in Vegas?" I ask, running my finger around the rim of my martini glass and keeping my gaze locked on Abe.

He shrugs those broad shoulders. "Couple years now. Still getting our feet wet though—we work a lot. Don't leave much time for play."

Rita chimes in from across the booth where she's cozied up to Jack. "Oh? And what is it you do exactly?"

The men exchange a quick glance before Abe replies smoothly, "We're operators. Heavy machinery. Do a lot of big jobs around town, especially casino remodels and shit."

Casino remodels, huh?

I resist the urge to raise a brow. Interesting...

"Ooh, like construction work?" Rita asks, clearly impressed. "I bet that keeps you in great shape..."

"Among other things," Jack replies with a wink, and she giggles.

But I'm far more intrigued by Abe's answer.

There's something about the way he said it—casual, but a little too rehearsed.

Makes me wonder if he's actually a ditch digger, or if he is the guy who operates the machinery.

Not that I'm one to judge.

I'm certainly not here to play the honest game either.

And a man who's good with his hands, who's not afraid to get down and dirty?

Let's just say that only makes him more appealing in my book.

I picture those strong, calloused hands roaming over my body, gripping my hips as he shows me exactly what he's capable of.

A rush of heat floods through me at the thought.

Down girl, I chastise myself silently.

Business first, then pleasure.

And Abe? He's shaping up to be one hell of a pleasurable distraction.

One I fully intend to indulge in—thoroughly and repeatedly.

"Well, I think that's sexy as hell," I purr, leaning into him and boldly trailing a hand up his denim-clad thigh. "I admire a man who knows his way around...big equipment."

Abe's eyes darken with desire as they meet mine, a muscle in his jaw ticking. "Oh trust me baby, I'm an expert in handling the biggest, baddest machines..." His voice is a sinful promise. "I'll be happy to show you later. Give you a very personal, very thorough demonstration..."

His words send a jolt of pure lust straight to my core.

God, it's been way too long since I've been properly handled by a real man.

And Abe? He's exuding raw, masculine energy.

I have no doubt he could show me the night of my life.

Emboldened by the electric chemistry crackling between us, I throw caution to the wind.

I don't think I can wait any longer.

Leaning in close, I whisper suggestively in his ear, letting my lips graze the sensitive skin of his neck. "What do you say we get out of here?"

Abe's hand tightens on my shoulder in response, pulling my body flush against his.

I run a hand over his inner thigh, brushing against his cock.

I can feel the evidence of his growing arousal and it makes me ache with need.

"I'd say that sounds like the best damn idea I've heard all night," he rumbles, his lips curving up in a wicked grin that promises all sorts of pleasure.

"Perfect. I'll get us a room next door." I grab his hand and give Rita a discreet nod, letting her know not to wait up, before tugging Abe toward the exit with single-minded intent.

The elevator ride is charged with energy, the air practically sizzling with pent-up desire as we keep our hands to ourselves, mindful of the cameras.

The second the door to the hotel room closes behind us, all bets are off.

Abe prowls toward me, his gaze raking over my body with blatant appreciation. "Fuck, you look good enough to eat in that dress," he rasps, backing me up against the wall. "Once I get my hands on you, once I get a taste..."

He buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. "I won't be able to stop. I'll want to devour every inch of you...again and again and again."

"Then what are you waiting for?" I challenge breathlessly, my body already thrumming with anticipation. "Stop talking about it and fucking do it already. Devour me, Abe. I'm all yours, ready for the taking."

His answering growl is my only warning before his mouth crashes into mine in a bruising, claiming kiss.

As his hands work to divest me of my dress, his words echo in my head— seconds, thirds, fourths.

I have a feeling we're both in for a long, deliciously exhausting night, and I can't fucking wait.

Abe claws at my dress and before I know it our clothes are flying through the air, desperate to feel skin against skin.

His hands roam over my body as if he needs to touch every inch of my skin.

I don't think there's any way I'm going to be able to stop this.

It's like he can't get enough of me.

God, I'm reveling in this feeling.

His lips leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down my long, slender neck, eliciting shivers and moans.

He doesn't stop there, though.

His tongue and lips tease my hard nipples, through the fabric of my red lacy bra.

"God, Abe," I gasp, arching her back. "You have no idea how much I need this."

His smirk is pure, male satisfaction, sin and desire rolled into one. "Oh, I have a pretty good idea," he replies huskily, deft fingers unhooking my bra with practiced ease.

It falls to the floor, forgotten as he takes in the sight of me bare before him.

"Fuck," he breathes out, eyes darkening with lust as he cups my breasts, thumbs rubbing over my nipples and sending bolts of pleasure skittering down my spine.

I can't help but moan at the sensation, grasping his broad shoulders for support.

He groans at my reaction, leaning down to replace his thumb with his lips.

The way his mouth wraps around my nipple sends thrilling sensations coursing through me.

"Christ, Sera…" he murmurs against my skin, pulling back to gaze up at me with burning intensity.

Passion lights up his eyes as he begins working his way downward, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in his wake.

He nestles himself between my legs, grinding his hard cock against my lacy thong until he yanks it all the way down my legs.

Abe knows what he's doing and fuck do I love that.

His fingers trace the inside of my thigh, moving closer and closer to my core, until I can hardly breathe with anticipation.

The room feels like it's spinning, consumed with desire and need.

"Look at you," he growls, his voice husky with raw desire. "So wet and ready for me."

The sight of him kneeling between my thighs, his defined muscles flexing under the dim lights is a sight to behold. A sight that sends pulsating waves of heat straight to my core.

I watch as he leans down, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive skin making me squirm in anticipation.

Suddenly, his tongue is there, lapping at me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my veins.

My hands fly to his hair, gripping the dark strands tight as wave after wave of pleasure hits me.

I can hardly form coherent thoughts, let alone utter actual words, except for his name which is spilling from my lips as a desperate plea.

"Abe!"

As his lips continue their torturous assault, his fingers join in, sliding deep within me.

I buck against him, crying out.

He doesn't let up though, continuing to plunge his fingers in and out while his tongue teases and circles my clit.

"Fuck Abe," I cry out again, my nails digging into the back of his head as pleasure radiates throughout my body. "Don't stop."

He chuckles against me, vibrations only adding to the pleasure coursing through me.

God, I'm so close.

I feel it building deep within me, like a dam ready to burst.

Suddenly everything else fades away until there's only Abe and the delicious friction he provides.

His grunts against my core drive me further, pushing me over that edge into a mind-numbing orgasm.

As wave after wave hits me, I feel myself clenching around his fingers, my body shuddering and convulsing with pleasure.

A series of high-pitched cries leave my lips as he pulls his fingers free, replacing them with his hard cock.

He rams himself inside me, egging on my orgasm until my entire body is shuddering.

With every thrust he grunts, "You're so fucking tight."

His grunts echo in the room, a primal symphony of our wild lust for each other.

His body pistons against mine in a rhythm that sets my senses on fire.

I feel every hard inch of him, scraping against my sensitive insides, pushing me further and further into the abyss of pleasure.

"More," I manage to pant out, wrapping my legs around his waist and allowing him to drive deeper within me.

With a growl, he obliges, embedding himself all the way to the hilt and holding himself there for a moment.

He looks down at me with half-lidded eyes, the intensity of his gaze enough to set my body aflame once again.

"Sera," he murmurs, biting his lip as he starts to move again.

His pace is slower this time, but no less powerful.

Every thrust is calculated to drive me mad with pleasure.

My hands reach up to grip his biceps, feeling the play of muscles underneath his skin as he works wonders on my body.

His breathing becomes rapid and in a matter of seconds, he's pulling his cock out of me, pumping it until he sprays his load all over my stomach.

I've never had a cumshot on me before, but I kind of like how erotic it is.

Giggling lightly, I look up into his eyes. "We might have to do this again, so you'd best give me your number."

Abe smirks, "Whatever I can do to make you happy, darling."