Orion Lancaster’s trip to Chicago takes a turn the moment he steps into a nightclub. A casual drink turns into a wild night with LB, a fiery woman who challenges his calm demeanor. Sparks fly as their chemistry ignites, but what happens when their night together leaves more than just passion in its wake?
Orion’s flight to Chicago was anything but enjoyable.
When he stepped into the downtown nightclub scene, however, the strobe lights and beautiful women made up for the terrible ride. There were loads of beautiful women in London for him to set his sights on, but for as long as he could remember, American women had what was left of his heart.
“What can I get you tonight, handsome?”
A gorgeous bartender greeted him with a smile that revealed her thoughts before she uttered the words.
“Whiskey. Neat,” he replied in his deep British accent. “Keep them coming.”
The bartender gazed him over with pure lust in her eyes as she poured him a glass of their finest liquor. As a longtime employee of the club, she knew right away that he was new in town and before the night ended, she wanted to know more.
“I bet you do keep them coming,” she flirted. “Where’d you come from?”
“London,” he chuckled. “The grand country of wise men.”
When she placed his drink down in front of him, she set it on a napkin with her number written on it—something familiar to a man like Orion. And although she wasn’t his type, he was nice about her gesture. He flashed her a friendly smile, folded the napkin, and placed it in the inside pocket of his jacket.
Just as he got ready to lift the glass to his lips, he felt someone bump into him from behind, spilling his drink on the face of his Rolex. Normally, he would have jumped to his feet prepared for a fight, but when he turned to see who the culprit was, the pretty young thing took his breath away.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! I’ll buy you another.”
Orion was speechless as he stared down at a woman who was half his size and had the purest green eyes he’d ever seen, aside from his own. Her denim jacket and ripped jeans fit her frame like a glove, making his mouth water and his silence last longer than he wanted it to.
“Bartender!” she called out over the music. “Let me get another one of whatever he’s drinking and two Cosmos!”
“Coming right up, LB!” the bartender hollered back.
LB looked at Orion and lent an offering smile. One that was apologetic yet concerned by his silence. She didn’t view herself as a woman who was extraordinary or breathtaking material, but for some reason, the men she ran into did.
“Cat got your tongue? Or are you just that angry?” she asked.
Orion chuckled, amused by her straightforwardness. The kind of women he liked were tough and blunt, independent and rough around the edges. He believed his infatuation might have stemmed from all the toxicity in his childhood, but he couldn’t break away from the excitement of a wild thing.
“Thanks for the drink,” he finally spoke.
“Is that an accent I hear?” LB asked, surprised to hear anything other than Chicago twang and proper phone etiquette.
“It is,” he replied. “London.”
It wasn’t often that LB gave men the time of day, but something about Orion gripped her by the hair just the way she liked. His voice was as smooth as silk, his lips were perfectly shaped for a kiss in her most private place, and his accent, her favorite part about him, swept her off her feet like never before.
“London, huh?” She playfully side-eyed as she and her friend took seats on either side of him. “Well, what’s your name, London? For a $50 shot of whiskey, I think I deserve that much, right?”
“That’s right,” Shanice, her best friend, agreed. “So, hand it over, my good sir.”
Money wasn’t a thing to Orion. He didn’t plan on letting LB pay for his drink or her own. He only used it as leverage to get her to stay.
“Orion Lancaster,” he said. “And from what I’ve heard, you like to be called LB, and you are?” He turned to Shanice and extended his hand.
Shanice was flattered. She accepted his hand while batting her eyes like a pretty little damsel and gave up her name the same way she would have given up her panties if he had asked her to.
LB, silently moist by his charm, sat quietly while they chatted. She thought Shanice had finally hit the jackpot when it came to men and was slightly happy for her. Until she realized Orion’s interest lied somewhere else.
“Another Cosmo?” he asked, leaning toward her. “I see you’re running low.”
He was so mysterious and nonchalant it made LB consider breaking her vow to stay single forever.
She ran into so many men who were loud and obnoxious that she started to believe they were all that way. Orion was a refreshing reminder that there might have still been some hope in the world.
“Sure. I’ll take another,” she smiled without looking at him. “I’ll need it when my tab comes.”
The night seemed to fly for the three of them. And even though Shanice was essentially the third wheel, Orion was so attentive that she didn’t feel like she was. She was a little bummed to know that he was interested in LB and not her, but there was no fuss. She had her own boy toy on call for nights like those.
When it was time for the night to end and their tabs to be paid, Orion made sure both checks were taken care of before LB ever saw how much she owed. She wondered why she hadn’t gotten her ticket and got ready to call for it, but when Orion took it upon himself to pull her chair away from the bar and extend his hand to help her from the stool, she knew he had already paid.
“Is everyone from London this nice, or are you just trying to impress me?” she spoke bashfully.
“Are you impressed?” he asked, ushering her away from the bar like her own personal escort.
She locked eyes with him for a moment and felt a spark before shying away. The softness of his hand resting on her lower back felt intimate. Like they were already familiar with each other and had been for a long time.
Without a reply, she reached behind her and clung to his fingers while he guided her to the outside. When they made it, they stood face to face, wondering what their next move would be. Orion didn’t want to end the night with only a spilled drink and a third wheel, and neither did LB. So he invited her to his penthouse in hopes that there was more.
“You know it’s dangerous to take home strangers, right?” she teased as they made their way to his SUV.
“Almost as dangerous as it is to go home with one,” he replied.
LB was surprised to see a hefty man who looked like a bodyguard step from the SUV as they got closer. She watched a lot of Law and Order and knew to be careful of traffickers after a fun night at the club. However, Orion’s grip on her hip let her know there was no danger in sight. Only lust, a hard bulge in his pants, and a throbbing kitten in hers.
His suite was at the Ambassador Chicago, one of the finest hotels in the entire state. The penthouse overlooked Lake Michigan and was dimly lit by the city lights as they walked inside. It was perfect for LB, considering she was a fan of the darkness.
“Penthouse, huh?” She walked ahead of him and tossed her jacket onto the suede couch that graced the living room floor. “I take it you’re someone important. Not many can afford the big house at the Ambassador.”
She stood in front of the window, taking in the scenery, and felt sadness wash over her. Penthouse suites were a thing of her past and something she longed for again in her future. She longed for a lot of things in her future, but the sensation of Orion’s hands on the exposed parts of her shoulders made her forget all about her longings and zone in on his.
“Are you a virgin or something?” she asked, feeling his stiffness press against her plump dairy air.
When she turned to face him, his eyes seemed to glow underneath the moonlight that shined in through the window.
His gaze on her was intent and full of desire.
When she reached down and unbuttoned his pants, he let out a soft sigh that told her he was more than ready for the fun they were going to have.
“Shall we take this somewhere more private, or would you like the stars to bear witness to our passion?”
His poetry was so sweet and tender it made her melt in his arms like butter. His hands were strong and firm as he lifted her off her feet and kissed her gently, stealing her breath away. As he carried her effortlessly to the bedroom, her mind went blank. The only thoughts she could manage were if she would ever see him again.
“How many women have you swept off their feet since you’ve been in Chicago?” she asked, gazing seductively.
“Is that what I’ve done here?” he smirked.
Orion placed her on the bed and started to undress for her.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chest and abs that resembled a Greek god. LB’s mouth watered and her kitten purred louder than ever when he dropped his pants and showed the rest of his frame. He was a complete stallion. Ready and standing at attention.
“My God,” she whispered as he started to undress her. “How does a man become so fine?”
When all their clothes were gone, Orion climbed on top of her, towering over her like a giant. She was a damsel at his mercy, yearning for his lips to caress her breast and for his veiny erection to slip inside of her. The anticipation of it all made her ooze before the head of his thick shaft ever touched her wetness. When it did, she felt herself fall into a dimension that she was sure had to be heaven.
“Someone’s excited, ay?” He pushed himself deeper and deeper until she moaned. “There it is,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her passionately.
“I’m so excited,” she moaned and wrapped her arms around him as he worked his back muscles to make her feel extraordinary.
With each thrust, her nails slid across his back, begging for more.
Her legs opened wider as she reached for his glutes to pull him deeper.
She loved the sensation of his girth brushing against every crevice of her walls. So much so, she screamed bloody pleasure into the spaciousness of the room.
The moans that escaped her lips drove Orion crazy. Her pulsating orgasms that squeezed his shaft made him even crazier.
When she was ready for a ride, she pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top like a pro and he was so hard and erect that he slid back inside with no issue. Not to mention his girth had her open like a blossoming flower.
“Now who’s excited?” She teased as she allowed herself to swallow him whole.
Her skills on top were superb. She worked her hips like a cowgirl riding a wild bull and when that wasn’t enough, she positioned herself as if she were doing squats and drowned his shaft with her wetness until they both released and were too tired to keep going.
When the sun started to rise over the night sky and brighten up the bedroom, LB realized just how bad she had been that night. She had work in the morning and never let herself stay out late enough to miss it. Until she met her match.
“Shit!” she jumped from the bed in search of her clothes. “I’m gonna be late for work! I never stay out this late. You are such a bad influence, Orion Lancaster.”
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