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  “So what do you want me to do about your confession?” Mika broke the silence.

  “I want you to give me a chance.”

  “A chance at what?”

  “Are you always this infuriating?” Degan was getting irritating. “I want you, okay? There’s nothing more to it.”

  * * * *

  Mika took a while to keep her attention on him. She always had a way of reading someone. She could normally tell when they were lying to her and Degan Moira seemed as serious as a heart-attack.

  “It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone,” Mika finally spoke to him. She picked up her fork with a piece of chicken. Biting it off, she chewed thoughtfully. “I have to set a few ground rules.”

  “Ground rules?”

  “Yes—I’m not the type of girl you can take home to Mommy. I don’t like vanilla sex and I don’t do boring. I want a man who knows when to spank my ass and pull my hair without asking. I don’t want to have to tell him that he needs to get on his knees and eat my pussy and I don’t want him telling me I can’t suck his dick because it’s not proper. Can you handle that?”

  “You’re trying to scare me away,” Degan chuckled.

  “There’s no trying to do anything.” Mika shrugged at him.

  “Very well—are those your conditions?”

  “Some. What kind of relationship do you want from me? I’m too old for mind-games and bullshit.”

  “I want a serious relationship, Mika. I want it all. I wanted us to build on the sexual, almost obsessive, feelings I have for you.”

  “Here is my condition—you please me sexually for a week, and then we can talk about where to go next.”

  The smirk that moved over his lips told Mika that he would be calling her bluff. She hadn’t dreamed he would. The last stipulation should have him running for the hills.

  “I accept,” he replied.

  Holy shit!

  Mika swallowed and smiled even though she wanted to yell her frustration at him. What have I gotten myself into?

  Chapter Five

  Degan watched her eat. He could see the wheels in her head turning. When she began laying her cards on the table, Degan could not believe what was happening. At first he didn’t think she believed what she was saying. Had she simply been bluffing? Either way, he was happy to have the chance to get close to her. Standing up, Degan removed things from the table and placed them across the private area on another table. He walked back to the table and sat down.

  “Come here, Mika.”

  “I was eating that.” She pouted at him.

  “I want to start my examinations now.” He couldn’t believe his voice had dipped so roughly. It sounded hoarse to his own ears. Watching her as she lifted her napkin to the table and slid from where she sat. When she stood beside him, He grabbed her hips and lifted her to sit on the table. A smile passed her lips as she lifted one stiletto covered foot and pressed it against his chest, shoving him back into the plush seat. Degan licked his lips and grabbed her ankle.

  Turning his head, he kissed her ankle before licking at the flesh he could reach. He felt her shiver so he didn’t stop. He continued sucking at her foot, glancing at her to see her tongue out of her mouth and washing over her pouted lips. Her back arched and her breathing quickened.

  Lifting her leg slightly, he licked at her toes through her open toe shoes, before sucking at each of them. He flicked his tongue over the tips of each toe before pulling it back into his mouth. While he did that his hands were busy, undoing the clasp of the shoe and finally slipped it off. Laying it beside him on the seat, he lifted her other leg and showered it with the same attention.

  “Degan,” she gasped.

  “Was this what you had in mind?” He questioned.

  Grabbing both her ankles, he lifted and spread her legs wide before him. The movement caused her dress to slide up her smooth thighs. A smirk played about his face. “You aren’t wearing any panties.”

  “I didn’t think you’d check.” She was breathless.

  Degan didn’t reply. He placed her legs astride his body, caressing her legs upward to the insides of her thighs. He trailed the tips of his fingers over the warm flesh there, grazing lightly over the hair against her mound. He met her gaze as a finger disappeared between the moisten lips of her pussy. “You know what I’m looking for, Mika? Give it to me.”

  She shifted her hips and her clit brushed his finger ever so slightly. Degan smiled, caught the nub between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed.

  “Oh, baby!” Mika gasped.

  Sliding the finger downward, he allowed it to slip into her channel. He looked up into her face to see she was watching him intently. Withdrawing the finger, he stuck it into his mouth and sucked it clean.

  With a growl, Degan pushed her against the table, spreading her legs wider and leaned forward. He sucked at her core, pulling the puffy, aroused lips of her cunt into his mouth. Trailing his tongue over them, he plunged the tongue into her, sliding it over her clit before pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth. Clamping his mouth over it, he sucked it as though it was the food of the gods and he couldn’t get enough.

  Her fingers found his hair, pushing his face deeper into her. She was whimpering his name and everything vulgar. He did as she bid him—sucking harder, licking longer, drinking her.

  She was pulling his hair, raking her nails over his shoulder and gyrating her hips against the table. When she threatened to buck him off, Degan gripped her hips, held her place and feasted from her cunny.

  “Degan! Oh!”

  Slurping, sucking and holding her down became the only thing he could think of. Tasting her had been a dream but now that he was actually doing it, it was better than he could have ever imagined. He felt greedy, needed more—much more.

  Her body stiffened as both her hands grabbed at his hair and tugged hard. She gushed into his mouth like a river, sending torrents after torrents of delicious woman come on his tongue. Degan growled and licked at her while she shook violently against the table.

  Lifting his head, Degan stood up and hovered over her. “So, did I pass the first test?”

  She didn’t answer. Her eyes were rolled into her head and her body trembled against the table. Seeing her like that, so utterly satisfied caused his dick to pulse against the front of his pants. He wanted to free it and plunged it into her, but he figured that time would come. He only wanted to see beneath her dress when he’d called her to sit before him. Once he smelled her arousal, all those good intentions of just having a talk with her went out the window. Bending lower, he covered her lips with his, forcing her to taste herself.

  * * * *

  Mika’s knees felt like rubber. All he’d done was eat her pussy and there she was laying on the table sucking her juices from his tongue. Never had she ever thought she’d be doing that. But there was something about Degan Moira that made her want to do this. Watching his thick, hair between her legs sent thoughts of rolling him over onto the table and sitting on his face. Thoughts of tying his hands together and forcing him to his knees were there as well with her making him do deliciously sinful things to her body. They were things that made her come over and over. Hungrily, she kissed him back, wrapping her arms and legs around him. She pushed her throbbing pussy up at him, praying he’d touch it again.

  “Tell me what you want, Mika,” Degan whispered.

  “Touch it,” she replied against his lips. “Finger it.”

  “It?”

  “My cunt! I need your fingers.”

  “How many?”

  “Three…”

  She felt him slide his hand down her side, lifted her body and slid three fingers into her. She cried out arching her body into him. Her arms tightened around his neck. Her eyes opened when he withdrew the finger and they rolled into her head once more when he slammed them deeply.

  “Harder,” she whimpered, shamelessly.

  To her shock and pleasure, he gave her what she wanted. Mika could not
believe what she was doing. She barely knew Degan Moira yet still she was on a table, in a restaurant telling him to finger fuck her until she came. Even that thought didn’t stop her. She slapped him hard against the shoulder. “Give it to me!” she demanded.

  Her writhing body caused the table to squeak loudly. She didn’t care for her orgasm was building from somewhere deep. It curled her toes sent the hairs on her arms and neck to stand on end. She tried not to scream his name during her climax so the only alternative was to sink her teeth into his shoulder. He growled at her, but she couldn’t release the pressure. Her body was shaking once more like a crazy person. Her arms tightened around his neck as he fingered her until she flumped weakly back against the table.

  “Shit!” she swore. “Damn.”

  “More?” Degan questioned.

  “Oh damn! Are you trying to kill me?” She laughed.

  “Maybe we should move this to my room?”

  “I can’t just stay,” she whispered.

  Mika couldn’t open her eyes it took too much energy. “I have to work tomorrow.”

  “Why not?”

  “Like I said, I have work tomorrow.” Mika tried sitting up, but she couldn’t. Her body betrayed her sending her slumping back to the table. Her traitorous pussy clenched at the thought of Degan doing anything to her and she moaned.

  When Degan pulled her from the table and cradled her into his body in the booth, Mika didn’t complain. He held her carefully. Tears burned her eyes.

  “I could call your job and take care of things for you,” he offered. “Or I could come home with you. I am a man of my word, after all.”

  She panicked. “You can’t go home with me!” She jerked to a sitting position in his lap. “You can’t.”

  “What’s the matter?”

  “My house is like the rest of my life,” Mika admitted shyly. She climbed from his lap, reached for her shoes and walked to her seat. She put her shoes on in silence. When she looked up, Degan was staring at her with an unreadable expression.

  He nodded at her and stood up. “Did you drive here?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll let you go home now,” he whispered. Digging into his pocket, he removed his wallet and dropped the credit card onto the table. Mika on the other hand was fixing her hair and clothes. She looked at him feeling a horrible sense of guilt.

  “I’m not running again,” Mika spoke up. “I swear. I just—I need this job.”

  “Was this your dream, Mika?”

  “Of course not! I wanted to be a dancer in the Showgirls of Simora. I guess I focused too much on that and didn’t think I needed a backup. Now this is what I’m stuck doing because I’m too old for another audition. My body doesn’t want to do it anymore.”

  “And does this job make you happy?”

  “No—but I don’t have a choice. It puts food on the table and pays the bills. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. And you can’t just waltz in here and fix me. I’ve been broken too long.”

  “And what if I want to try? Would you let me try?”

  Mika looked away from his gaze boring a hole into her soul. “I don’t know how.”

  She looked up when he gripped her shoulders. “Mika, I know this may offend you, but I have money, power all I need in this world, to be the richest man, is you. It’s always been you. But if you want to walk away, I did promise to let you. That is what I will do—that was the deal.”

  He released her and opened the door.

  Bowing her head, Mika walked by him. “Thanks for dinner.”

  Chapter Six

  The regulars at the diner were even more irritating than ever. No matter what they did, it drove her bonkers. She finally walked to the counter, removed her apron and placed it on the counter. She walked out the door shaking her head allowing it to slam behind her. As she wandered home, Degan was on her mind. He’d placed her on that table, eating away at her like she was a meal. In a flash, Mika had a deal made, and then broken with him. She regretted it. How much longer can I wallow away in Simora where everyone thinks of me as the town’s mascot?

  She climbed the stairs to her apartment, locked the door behind her and flopped onto her bed. Mika couldn’t help thinking any decisions she made at that moment would affect her life forever. Ever since she saw Degan in high school she wanted him. Though she wasn’t sure what that meant—or the meaning of the feelings pulsating through her at the moment, she knew there was something there, but he didn’t so much as say one word to her. Then in one blinding moment he was back in her life and had her spread across a dining room table with his tongue shoved so deep into her pussy, she wasn’t sure where he ended and she began.

  “Very lady-like, Mika,” she muttered.

  She wanted to get to know Degan—not as the high school student, but as a man. She wanted to strip his clothes off and licked him from this head to his toes. Seeing Degan smirk at her heated her very core and even as Mika lay on her bed, she could feel her pussy convulsing in anticipation.

  “You can twitch all you want.” Mika slipped her hands below the waist of her skirt and into her panties. She slid her index finger over her clit and shivered. “I can’t let you go there again.”

  But even as she said those words, Degan flashed through her head. She didn’t have a choice, but to slip two fingers in and moaned at the hot, slickness of her channel. She needed Degan in more ways than one. She had a feeling that no amount of fingering herself was going to work. Pulling herself together, she leaned off the bed and grabbed the yellow pages. She flipped through until she found his hotel. Calling his hotel covered her ass. If he wasn’t in his room, she could at least say she tried. As she dialed, Mika knew she could be making a colossal mistake. But her body wouldn’t let her do anything else.

  Finally, someone answered the phone. Taking a deep breath, Mika flopped backwards onto the bed. “Hi, Degan Moira’s room please.”

  “One moment please.”

  The phone clicked, boring classical music began before there was another click and the phone began ringing.

  “Moira.”

  “Degan?”

  “Hi.”

  Mika cleared her throat a couple of times. “It-it’s Mika,”

  “I know.”

  “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you, but I needed to talk to you.”

  “Well this is an unexpected and wonderful surprise,” Degan said. “You wanted to talk, so talk.”

  Mika pushed from the bed. Walking to the window, she peered out to see Astrid fussing over her rose bush that pissed Becca off some badly. “About what we were talking about at dinner.”

  “I remember.”

  “Degan, I don’t know what to think about all of this,” Mika admitted. She turned her back, pressing against the glass of the window. “I mean, my life has been shit since the day I decided I wanted to be a dancer with a bunch of showgirls. I never thought to do anything else. I have nothing to offer you and I know you didn’t offer me forever, but I don’t think my could take a fling and forget what it would do to my heart. I don’t want to seem all needy and shit, but the truth is the truth. I don’t have the patience for a lot of things.”

  “Mika?”

  “No, let me finish. I just don’t want this to be a joke.”

  “I can assure you, Mika, that this is not a joke. I’ve wanted you for so many years it’s now a throbbing need inside me that won’t seem to stop. I told you if you said no I would back off and go away and I meant to keep that promise.”

  “What if—” She stopped abruptly and turned to look outside again. “That’s not what I want?”

  “Then what do you want, Mika?”

  Taking a deep breath, Mika pressed a palm to the glass. Walking away, she looked around her. The room she was in was scantily furnished. Her bed was in a corner across from a white dresser that sat beside a chest-of-drawers. That wasn’t what she wanted for her bedroom. Mika wanted a princess bed with four posts, a chest at the foot of her bed
with all her sheets and pillow cases. She wanted a love seat beneath a wide bay window with beautiful white curtains blowing in the wind.

  She wanted to wake up in the middle of the night and watch the moonlight flow over her husband’s body.

  “Mika?”

  “Yes?”

  “Are you okay?”

  “No, I’m not okay. What I want is to have more—more than this. There has to be more.”

  “I don’t know what to tell you, Mika. But I will tell you this. There is more to life than whatever it is you’re referring to. I can give you so much more. Doesn’t it count for something that I have loved you basically all my life?”

  “But what if I don’t love you?”

  “I don’t expect you to love me because I ate your pussy on a table,” Degan replied. “There is more to it than that. I was hoping you’d give me the chance to show you that I could be a good man to you. But you’ve made it clear you don’t want to do that.”

  “Can I have another chance?”

  “As many as you’d like, Mika.”

  “Okay—could you please come visit me?” Mika wanted to know. “I know it’s not the Hilton and my place is nothing you’re used to, but it’s clean and it’s mine.”

  Degan chuckled. “I’ll be there—give me the address.”

  * * * *

  Degan sat with his back against the headboards in his room. He tried pulling it together and thinking differently than he had for the past few hours. He’d spent the night pacing his room and packing to head back to New York. Getting a call from Mika was the absolute last thing he expected. Staring at the address on the bedside table, he felt a wave of something dance through him. With a chuckle, he climbed from the bed and grabbed his bag. He picked up the address, shoved it into his pocket and hurried out of the room to the lobby. After checking out and leaving his cell phone number for anyone who may be trying to reach him, Degan paid his bill and exited the hotel to get his car. Soon he was speeding back toward Simora.

  He had no idea what he would do once he got there and the faster he drove, the less time he had to think about it. By the time he pulled up before the apartment, he could see why Mika didn’t want him coming there. The building seem as though it was a house that someone changed into an apartment. The brown stone that was used to construct it, seemed like patchwork for over the years it seem the building began falling apart and someone had been repairing it. A window on the second floor was covered in tin foil and right above that another window was boarded up.