Page 95 of The Need to Know

For a painful moment his left hand abandoned my breast and he was digging around in his pocket for something. He pulled whatever he’d been searching for out and leaned forward. I was too caught up in the pleasure his right hand was giving me between my thighs to really care.

Then his left hand was back on my breast, tugging tenderly on my nipple.

That’s when I heard it. A beeping noise followed by a countdown. He’d started the machine to take our photo. We were in a compromising position, but as he swirled his finger around my clit, caressed my breast, and nibbled on my neck, I didn’t care.

“Shit, Zeke,” I cried out.

I felt the flashes begin as I felt close to the edge.

Time slipped away as I felt my core melt the more Ezekiel worked his hands in unison. His soft touch, his selfless patience—him, it was driving me mad.

“Oh God. Oh God.” I began rocking against his hand, needing what was coming so badly.

All went black as I saw stars and let out a deep, guttural moan. I collapsed back against Ezekiel and he pulled out of my shorts and shirt, going and wrapping those arms around me. He kissed my jaw, making a trail to my ear.

All my masturbating didn’t compare to this. This moment in the photo booth where Ezekiel handled me with skill and care. Where he held me after and let me collect myself. Where all I wanted to do was go home and lay in his arms and sleep.

But he had to work.

I stood and fixed my shorts as Ezekiel grabbed my purse and my plastic bag. Once I was presentable, I stepped outside and quickly swiped up the evidence.

Shit.

In a strip of five photos, all that could be seen was my head thrown back in ecstasy, Ezekiel’s gaze on me, as his hands were on my body in places no one had touched in a long time.

“Memento,” he said as he came and stood with me. He took a strip and left me with one. “Something to remember this night by.”

I didn’t need photographic evidence to never forget this night for as long as I lived.

A cool smile had Ezekiel’s lips curling up. “Come on, it’s getting late.”

With my hand in his, we walked back to his car. For all I really knew, and how I felt being with Ezekiel, we could’ve floated there.

I breezed through the back door of BLVCKJVCK with a pep in my step as I whistled a lively tune. Freshly showered and feeling good, I was ready for the night that lay ahead.

Inside as I came from the back hallway past the Heart Suite, I found several members of our staff out around the empty floor of the Club Suite. Stella, our female bartender, was on duty tonight. I tipped my head toward her as I made my way over to where some of security were helping remove chairs from tabletops.

“Knox the ox, what’s goin’ on?” I asked as I slapped my hand against his and reeled him in for a quick hug.

“Not much. Mr. Marcuson was lookin’ for you.” He lifted his chin in the direction of the second floor where the office was.

I hadn’t seen Cesar yet, but the fact that everyone was already here was an indicator that Pops was the one who let them in. It wasn’t often I missed unlocking the door for everyone, or answering the back buzzer, but I was a little behind after getting in from the fair with Nastasia. My willpower was working overtime, and so was hers, because we both did the smart thing and said our goodbye in the parking deck. One step back into my condo with her and I never would’ve made it out the door.

I was already in love with the sounds of her moaning and all I’d wanted to do after being in that photo booth was hear the echoes of her pleasure when I was inside her. To watch her take great heights and unravel before me. No longer was Nastasia uncertain. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. But timing was a bitch.

“All right, I’ll be up there in a minute.” I backed away, eyeing my staff and coworkers. “How about a round of shots on me to get this night started?”

No one turned that down. Everyone headed over to the bar where Stella began lining up shot glasses. To go along with the theme, some glasses were stamped with a diamond, others a club, heart, or spade. Every other stamped image was either black or gold. What could I say, I loved selling detail.

Stella poured a bottle of Casamigos down the arranged line of shot glasses until she got to the end. Everyone was quick to pluck up a glass and raise them in anticipation.

I held mine out for a toast. To bless this night. “To good spirits and a good night!”

“Ay,” they all cheered before downing their shooters.

I knocked mine back and set the glass on the counter before going to meet with Pops.

He was up in the office like Knox said, behind the desk reading over paperwork. More than likely, he was going over our numbers from the Bonnie & Clyde night we’d hosted Thursday. The club had been fairly packed. Romance was in the air, and it was low key a couples’ night with the theme of hip-hop and R&B collabs. My favorite moment of the night was seeing a man and woman singing “Crazy in Love” to each other with all the drunken passion in their souls. I just knew they ended the night right.