Nova (MorningStar MC Novels, New Orleans Chapter #2)

Chapter 11

Chapter

Eleven

NOVA

“ I ’m not wearing any underwear!” The moment she screams at me, she must remember she has neighbors because she covers her mouth and widens her eyes.

I chuckle and offer her my hand.

“Well aware, Dove.” I pat the remnants of the lace I ripped off her, which are now peaking out of my suit like a pocket square.

“You’re shameless,” She grabs her purse and walks to her front door, where she proceeds to tap her foot on the floor like I’m the one holding us up now.

“Careful. You didn’t pay for the spanking you’re about to earn.” I stand from where I was leaning against the edge of her couch and pull my cuff links back down before joining her by the door.

“Shall we?” I open the door and breath a small sigh of relief when her fucking ex is now where in sight.

It took too much of my self-control not to bloody him.

The limo driver steps out of the vehicle, but I wave him off and open Simone’s door myself.

“In you go, watch your dress.” She lets out an annoyed sound that’s more like a growl.

I lean into her doorway and right into her face.

“What was that?” Her pupils dilate, and I want to make her cum on my cock.

Next time.

I close the door as I promise myself to sample every goddamn inch of this infuriating woman. I’ve never had to work so hard in my career. I glance at my red knuckles.

Boy, am I glad I grew up in an MMA gym.

I climb into the limo and tap the window twice to let the driver know we’re ready. I see him nod, and I motion for him to raise the privacy screen.

“I owe you an apology.” Simone tilts her head at me.

“Your family is as bad as you said.” She blinks and then giggles.

“They’re horrid! Like they walked off a bad soap opera set.” She agrees with me through our fit of amusement.

When her laughter dies down, her face turns serious, and I relax back in my seat for what is coming. It was inevitable in my line of work. I wink at her so she knows it’s ok to ask.

“Is it always like this?” And there it is.

The moment when all my clients doubt themselves more than me. Yes, they hired me to make them feel good, but I couldn’t have possibly achieved that without their guidance. I make them show me what they need and force them to take it. I’m just sly about it.

One hundred percent of my clients are people who have lost their sense of worth. It’s rarely about sex but intimacy in its purest form. It’s the absence of joy in their lives that I happily help them fill.

“No, it’s not. This is more Simone.” I surprise her, but not as much as myself.

That was not my carefully rehearsed answer that everyone gets because fuck me, she isn’t like any of the others.

She’s fucking more.

“What makes me different?” If that wasn’t a loaded question.

I try my very best never to lie but fuck the truth here and now is going to hurt like a son of a bitch. Something that I loath to do, so I sigh and lean forward, elbow to knees, taking both her hands in mine.

“I don’t know. Let me answer that when I figure it out.” She tries to pull away, but I shake my head at her.

“No, Dove. You can’t pull away from me and leave me with the taste of you on my tongue. I can’t give you an answer when I haven’t found it yet. What I can say is that I am very much looking forward to finding it.” Her eyes go to my mouth.

“Don’t,” I hiss as my cock swells in my pants.

“Don’t what?” She looks entranced, and I feel the same fucking way.

Dammit, I’m breaking all my fucking rules for this woman, and damn if that isn’t telling.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She licks her lips and moves a strand of my hair off my forehead.

“Why?” Her little grin confirms my theory.

Fucking little brat.

“Cause when you do, all I can think of is fucking you, and I can’t.” She sucks in a breath and then frowns when my words register.

“Why?” The tone in her voice switches from playful and lusty to insulted instantly.

I lean back, dropping her hands and giving us some much-needed room to calm down.

“A few reasons,” I look down at my lapels and straighten them.

“Which are?” Her voice is rising, and I arch my eyebrow.

“One because I owe you a spanking, which you just earned three more swats from this little outburst.” She rolls her eyes.

“Make that five.” Her cheeks turn red.

“WHAT?” I ignore her and continue my list.

“Two because I need more space to work. I could get it done in this space if we weren’t worried about wrinkling our clothes.” She crosses her arms on her chest to hide her hard nipples when she catches me staring at them as I talk.

“And three. Not enough time. We’re here.” I grin at her as the limo stops, and she gasps, looking around as if she’d forgotten where we were heading and why.

She slides herself to the opposite end of the limo to avoid the door.

“I’m not ready,” she starts to panic, and I cup her cheek in my hand.

“Simone. Breathe,” I let a little growl slip into my command, and she takes a big gulp.

“Dove, you have me by your side. I am your knight in shining armor today. Nothing, and no one will hurt you. You have my word.” And apparently, my heart, too, cause it hits me like a brick wall.

There is a very short list of women I would ever make that promise to, and Simone just shot up to the top position. I would die for this woman.

“All right, I trust you.” Fuck me sideways.

She might as well have told me she loved me, too.

FUCK!