Deeper [The Underground 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Jenika Snow Page B

her embarrassment she had fallen asleep on his lap, his cock still buried inside of her. He had gently woken her up, and when their clothing was righted and she climbed out of the car he scooped her up. By the time they made it up to his room she was wide awake, her libido rearing its damn head again. If her arousal didn’t calm the hell down she wouldn’t have a vagina at the end of these two weeks. Needless to say he had taken her three more times before she passed out for good. There were times when she felt like maybe this meant a little more to him than just sex. Shaking her head she knew it was a stupid thought as soon as it passed through her mind. There was nothing about her that Tate wanted except what was between her thighs, especially because they knew absolutely nothing about each other. The sooner she realized that and knew nothing would happen the better off she would be. Besides, did she really want to get involved with a man like him?
    Stella rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. Why was she even thinking about him in any context outside of their agreement? She had heard enough horror stories about his profession that she should be scared to even be around him. She thought about what she had heard, drug trafficking, underground cage fighting, money laundering, and who knew what other illegal activities he was involved with. Maybe she should just ask him, confront him and see if everything she heard was true. What if he admitted it all? Would she be able to take the truth? When she thought of it like that she was too scared to hear what his answer was. No, the best thing for her was to just keep her ignorance.
    She slid out of bed and headed into the bathroom for a quick shower. She wanted to call her dad and make she he was all right. She had only been gone for a few days but there was a lot that could happen in that time, especially when it concerned her father. She quickly bathed and stepped out of the bathroom to get dressed. She didn’t know what Tate had planned for tonight but she knew it wasn’t just sitting at home. It seemed he always had something to do and she wondered when the man ever rested. Just as she zipped up her pants her cell phone went off. A look at the caller ID showed it was Tate and she cursed her heart for racing.
    “Hello?”
    The sound of people talking in the background faded away and then she heard a door shut and silence filled the receiver. “Stella?” She knew when Tate sat down because she could hear the sound of leather creaking through the phone. “Hi.”
    She couldn’t help but smile. He only said that one word but she could picture him leaning back in his chair, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, and his cock hard. Damn it, Stella! Stop thinking like that. “Hi.” She walked over to the dressing table and picked up her brush. The wet strands of her hair were wavy but she knew if she let them dry naturally they would be a frizzy mess.
    “You have plans tonight?” She could hear the teasing note in his voice and smiled again. She was finding herself doing that more and more when it came to Tate.
    “I might have a hot date tonight.” Why she was teasing him back? His deep chuckle, even through the phone, had her becoming wet.
    “Is that so?” The sound of shuffling paper in the background stopped her from saying anything else. She certainly didn’t want to make herself look like a fool, and she knew if she said what she really wanted to, that even though her pussy was sore and they had just fucked hours ago, she was ready for more, so much more. She realized with great disdain that she was becoming Tate Wessen’s little nymphomaniac.
    “Well, maybe you can cancel your plans and come with me to watch a fight.”
    She didn’t know if she wanted to witness grown men fighting the shit out of each other. “Are we talking boxing or the UFC?” Why she bothered asking was beyond her because she knew the fight Tate wanted to take her to was of