Blackmail by A.L. Simpson Page B

careful.”
    Gabe and Avery were silent until they reached the cabana. She turned to face him, her head tilted back to stare into his eyes. “Are you angry?”
    “A little. I don't want you at the club.” And, not for the reasons you think. The danger is bad enough, I can protect you from that. It's those bloody pricks salivating over your body, that bothers me the most. The thought was excruciating, like acid corroding the lining of his stomach.
    “I don't want to do it either but I will arouse less suspicion than anyone else.”
    “I know you're right but…”
    Avery placed her fingertips over his lips. He feathered tiny kisses on them.
    She understood how he was feeling even though he didn't realize she did. It thrilled her that he didn't want her exposing her body to other men. He cared about her like she cared about him. “Will you be there?”
    “I'll be front row. No-one, and I mean no-one , will get near you. If anyone lays one fucking finger on you, they’ll be carried out in a coffin.”
    She chuckled. “You can't follow me to the dressing room and I expect Vince will be there waiting when I finish.” This was what scared her the most. Gabe and his officers could be trusted to protect her while she was on stage but, what was going to happen once she returned to the dressing room? Alone.
    “We'll go over the details later. Right now, I have something better to do.” He gathered her in his arms, crushed her to his chest and thoroughly devoured her lips until she was breathless.
    When he pulled away from her, she panicked. She didn’t want him to leave her alone at this moment. “Where are you going?”
    He moved to the side of the cabana. “There are heavy, thick curtains that can be lowered for privacy. Right now, I want privacy.” He untied the first one and it billowed down to the ground. When he had released all the curtains, the sun was blocked out and the interior was dim, completely private.
    He peeled off his clothes while she stood rooted to the spot. She would never get tired of worshipping his naked perfection. As he kicked off his boxer shorts, his cock sprang to attention.
    Avery smiled. His cock was hard, purple tinged. The veins pulsated as blood rushed to the area.
    “Like what you see?”
    “Oh, yes.”
    “Do you want it?”
    “Yes, please.”
    “Come and get it then.”
    Avery approached him slowly, a little shy.
    “Come closer.”
    She stepped close enough for her breasts to brush his chest. Her nipples were hard, her breasts swollen with want. She reached out to enfold him but he backed away.
    “Uh uh. I’m going to teach you the different ways to make love. Remember?”
    “What do I do?”
    “Take off your clothes.”
    She tore off her dress, bra and G-string then stood waiting before him like an obedient soldier.
    His gaze burned her with its smoldering intensity as he took in every inch of her delectable body.
    “On your knees.”
    “What?” She was a little confused.
    “Kneel down.”
    She dropped to her knees and he moved close. She was eye to eye with his swollen cock.
    “Touch it. Run your fingers over it.”
    Her hand trembled as she reached for him. “It's hard but so soft at the same time. Like steel covered in satin.”
    Her hand fluttered over his cock with the lightest of touches. He struggled to stay upright. Droplets of cum glistened at the tip. She spread it with her fingers, lubricating his length. Before he could say anything more, she lowered her mouth and drew him inside. Her tongue seduced him, her fingers cupped and tormented his balls. He trembled, it took all his willpower not to collapse in a heap.
    Avery sucked him in until his full length disappeared. Her tongue caressed every centimeter of the silken skin, she felt the ridges of his veins against her tongue. His pre cum was salty but sweet. A nip caused him to groan. Her pussy flooded with the juices of her arousal. Her nipples ached with want, she tried hard to ignore her own feelings of