Page 7 of Protected by the Vampire

I bit back my groan and quickened my steps. On the second level, I moved to the front end of the building, where I kept my residence. It was soundproof, like the other private rooms at the back of this floor where clients went to fuck and feed from my employees, whom I paid handsomely.

At my door, I pressed my finger to the scanning panel, and when it clicked open, I pushed it free before moving in and stepping to the side.

Spade swaggered in, taking in everything he could.

He would see the open-space living area, where everything was except the laundry and bathroom.

My bed sat on the far right, the lounge in the middle, and the kitchen and dining were on the left.

“Damn, this is nice.”

“Thank you.”

“I don’t have a place of my own,” he explained. “Never really settled, so I just stay at the compound. I have sweet digs, but nothing as swank as this.” He went to the living area and stopped in front of the couch.

“It’s nothing special,” I said, so he wouldn’t feel worried by the difference. “Just somewhere to lay my head.”

He snorted. “And to bring your flings to. Hell, with having the club downstairs, you must get a lot of action.”

His scent soured with jealousy.

I loved it.

I made my way over and stopped just in front of him.

Being bold, which I always was, I ran a finger over his stubble and down his neck, where his pulsing vein called to me.

“I rarely entertain people up here.”

His brows shot up, and he snorted in disbelief. “Fuck off.”

Smiling, I shook my head. “I’m not lying. I’m very picky on who I want to give my time to these days.”

Did he notice how I was giving him my time?

The way his gaze warmed told me he did.

“And what do you usually do when you’re giving people your time?”

My fangs throbbed, but I willed them to stay away. I slowly licked over my top teeth as I pressed my thumb to his bottom lip.

He swallowed thickly when I pushed my thumb into his mouth and back out. I tapped against his bottom lip twice.

Turning, I made my way into the kitchen as I said, “We usually have a drink, talk, and decide where the night will go.” I stopped at the bar off to the side of the kitchen and picked up a bottle of bourbon.

“And if I wanted to skip the start and get straight to the end?”

My cock ached.

Facing him, I leaned against the bar. “Then I would ask if having me suck your dick is something you would like to happen?”

His gaze darkened. “Fuck,” he drew out. He swallowed again, then nodded. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I’d like to see your lips around my dick.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Would you return the favor?”

“Christ” was torn out of his throat before he nodded.

My body hummed, and I questioned, “Even when you never have before?”