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  A Risky Dance

  Riley Frost is an attorney. He played in the BDSM community as a Dom and liked to be in control. He’d never found a woman with a sense of adventure and passion, until one night when he walked into a bar and...

  Sophie Pantagen is the vice-president of her father’s company, Pantagen Industries. For the past ten years she’s spent a couple evenings a month having one-offs with men whose names she never new. That was until one night in a bar when Riley and Sophie find each other at a time when both are looking for something. They’re not sure what it is they want, but think they may have found it.

  Sophie’s father is a cut-throat business man and when he thinks Sophie tells company secrets he comes after her with vengeance. Pantagen Industries begins to fall apart. Sophie is fired from her position and threatened by her father with an Edgar Allen Poe nightmare result.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 43,124 words

  A RISKY DANCE

  Monika Summerville

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  A RISKY DANCE

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  DEDICATION

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  PART I: A RISKY DANCE Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  PART II: A RED DANCE Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  PART III: A BLACK DANCE Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  A RISKY DANCE

  MONIKA SUMMERVILLE

  Copyright © 2015

  PART I: A RISKY DANCE

  Chapter One

  Riley Frost walked through the front door at Fellow’s Bar and Grill and Ben, the bartender, waved. He nodded and sat down on a barstool at the end. His condo was just up the street and the stroll over had given him some energy.

  The room wasn’t overly crowded and there were enough women in the place that he thought he’d come out on top. He hoped to find a nice curvy woman to curl up with for the night. The noise and laughter helped bring his tension down a notch.

  He’d spent the last eleven hours at his computer putting the finishing touches on a contract for Pantagen Industries and Sherwood Electronics. After all the editing he’d done, if the two parties didn’t like the thing he’d eat his hat. It was Friday night and he wanted to play. He needed to get his mind off work and burn some excess energy.

  Ben walked to his end and set a glass of Loch Lomand single-malt-whiskey in front of him. It was Riley’s favorite and the bar kept it stocked for him.

  “My headache thanks you, Ben.” He accepted the glass.

  “Steven should be back from a break shortly, Mr. Frost. Care for a game of chess?” the bartender asked. “It would give me a chance to win back some of my losses from last month.”

  “Perhaps. I’m a little on the prowl tonight. Is it too late to get a pulled pork sandwich or something?”

  “I’ll see what I can do.” Riley nodded, picked up his glass and a newspaper off the end of the bar, and walked over to an empty table. When he’d stood his back snapped and he thought it would be a good idea to spend some time at the gym this weekend. His six-foot-four-inch frame needed a stretch.

  There were four women who sat at another table to his left and he saw them watch him sit. He smiled at them, but didn’t hear any bells go off in his head.

  Ben came out from behind the bar. “We can do the sandwich. Chef wants to know if you want coleslaw, chips, or fries?”

  “Chips are fine. There’s no need to heat up the fryer.”

  “Good.” Ben smiled and went back to the kitchen.

  Riley read through the headlines on the front page of the paper and then heard the front door open. A woman about five-foot-ten walked in and went straight to the bar. He did a double take and found it hard to take his eyes off of her.

  She wore an emerald-green, mini-tank dress that had lace in all the right places. It hugged her hips tightly and when she turned to the bar, he saw it had no back. The sides were cut low under her arms and the curve of her breasts showed just enough. Her long, brown hair would slide side to side when she moved and he thought he saw a scar on the middle of her back. She stood at the bar and rested her high-heeled foot on the rail that ran along the bottom. Her legs alone caused Riley’s cock to stir and he thought he may have found his catch for the night.

  A
n older man with dark-graying hair walked up to her. Riley almost started to crack up laughing. The guy wore his hair in a fluffy 80s style cut and had a walrus mustache. The woman smiled and spoke with him. The man put his hand on her arm and she peeled it off and shook her head.

  “Woo...turn down, dude. Things are looking very good,” Riley said to himself, and took a sip of his whiskey.

  Ben brought his sandwich over and set the plate down on the table. Riley stopped him from leaving.

  “The woman at the bar, dead center, with the green dress and brown hair, what can you tell me?”

  The bartender looked over his shoulder and nodded. “She is gorgeous, but I think she may be a professional.”

  “Really?” Riley felt a bit surprised. She looked too classy to be a hooker.

  “I don’t know it for a fact, but she comes in here every other week or so and never leaves alone.”

  “Good, her drink’s on me, Ben.” He’d never seen her before and he spent a lot of time at Fellow’s.

  “I’ll see to it. She’s a single-malt woman. May I give her some of the Lomand?”

  “Very good idea.” Riley nodded and started to eat his food.

  He saw Ben walk behind the bar and prepare the drink. The woman still spoke to the 80s throw back. The bartender put the drink in front of her and pointed toward Riley. She looked over her shoulder just as he slid a potato chip into his mouth. Her eyebrow arched and she turned back to Ben and pushed the glass back at him. They exchanged a few words and the woman picked up the drink and walked toward Riley.

  She set the glass down and leaned over with her hand on the table. Riley had a perfect view of the tops of her breasts and he almost lost his breath.

  “I don’t accept drinks from strangers, but thank you.” She straightened up.

  “Why don’t you have a seat? I’m Riley Frost, now we’re not strangers anymore.”

  She stared at him for a moment with caramel-colored eyes and then turned back to the bar. He admired her rear and his cock became hard as a rock, it wanted her so much. She is mine, he thought.

  As she slid onto a stool, she motioned for Ben to bring another drink.

  Riley thought about her response and felt himself begin to get annoyed. Did she think he would try to drug her with a thirty dollar glass of whiskey?

  The other man sat next to her and continued to make his moves. He tried to put his hand on her thigh and she moved it.

  Riley stood, finished his drink, and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He took a bill out and picked up the full glass of whiskey she’d left on his table. On her left side, he moved between her and Mr. Walrus Mustache to crowd the guy away from her. Riley put the cold glass against her bare back.

  She sat up, leaned into his hand, and looked at him over her shoulder. Riley didn’t look back, but flagged Ben. He handed the bartender a one-hundred dollar bill and then leaned toward the woman.

  He moved his lips to a millimeter from hers and whispered, “The Loch Lomand is a thousand times better than that swill you’ve got. Have a lovely evening.” He brushed his lips over hers and let his hand slide over her breast as he set the drink in front of her. Her nipple felt hard as a bullet. He smiled and started toward the door.

  Oh yeah, I give her less than five minutes. She’s mine, he thought. He went out the door, turned left, and stood at the corner of the building.

  Chapter Two

  Sophie watched the arrogant asshole stroll out of the bar. He might be fun for a one-off and did have a nice body. As she looked at the guy who sat on the stool to her left, she remembered he’d given her a fast fifteen-minute screw a couple of months ago, and knew she didn’t want anything to do with him. Repeaters weren’t her style.

  Riley Frost ignited her inner flame in a way she’d wanted for a very long time. His height and build made her enjoy the view as she watched him walk from the bar. The toned ass and broad shoulders caused her to get warm and knew she’d enjoy digging her nails into his skin.

  The glass of whiskey sat in front of her. She chugged it down and he’d been right. It was smooth and warmed her down to her toes. Sliding off the stool, she picked up her clutch and turned to leave. The man who’d sat with her asked where she thought she was going, but she only waved without a look back.

  Out the door, she turned left and stopped. Riley Frost leaned against the building with an amused look on his face. She walked up to him and stood as close as she could without touching him.

  “You’ve caught my interest, Mr. Frost.” She locked eyes with him and felt his hand on her hip. “I’m on the pill, get a blood test once every six weeks or so, and I’m clean. What about you?”

  “Except for the pill, I do the same and I’m clean, too.” His hand moved from her hip to breast. “How did you like the single malt?” He stood up straight and towered over her. He closed the distance and let his hand move around to cup her butt.

  If she hadn’t worn her three inch heels she would be staring at his chest. “I couldn’t taste a difference,” she lied. That whiskey was great.

  “Maybe your taste buds need a cleansing with something hard and strong.”

  Sophie’s pussy started to burn, but she hated this guy. He was a one-off and nothing more. “You seem very arrogant.”

  “I’ve been told that before, but no woman has ever gone away unsatisfied.” His hand moved from her butt up the side of her dress and he slid his thumb underneath the fabric and found her nipple ready.

  “Your breast is firm and hot. I’d really like to suck this right here on the street,” he whispered and pinched the nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

  She let out a breath and moved her hand down the front of his pants. She cupped his cock and squeezed. “I’d like to suck this right now,” she purred and let her tongue move up his jaw. She took his other hand. “Come with me.” They walked toward an alleyway and started down into the dark.

  Sophie thought she might have lost her mind. She usually spoke to a guy for an hour or so before she’d let them fuck her, but there was something about this one. She felt that he could get her to stop thinking for five minutes to enjoy the ride and maybe...just maybe, give her an orgasm.

  They came to a doorway that stood directly behind the Fellow’s Bar. She pulled the key out of her clutch and opened it.

  “Wait a minute. Where are we going?” Riley asked.

  “There’s an apartment upstairs that belongs to the owner of the bar. I fucked him once and he lets me us the place when he’s out of town.”

  “How much do you charge?”

  Sophie’s anger button just got pushed and it hit her hard. She decided this guy wasn’t all that attractive and started back out the door. He grabbed her arm and spun her around.

  “Forget it, Frost,” she hissed. “I’m not a pro and you’ve just offended me, so fuck off.”

  He pushed her against the wall and pressed his hard cock against her stomach. “I apologize. I meant no offense.”

  She started to reach up to push him away, but he caught her wrist and held it against the wall. “Your apology is not accepted. Let me go.”

  “I don’t think so. Your tits are hard little pebbles pressing against my chest, you’re breathing fast and, I’m willing to bet, if I put my fingers between your legs, I’d find your pussy hot and wet.” He rubbed his hard cock against her again. “Should I check?”

  His free hand moved down the front of her dress and put his hand between her legs. His finger moved her thong to the side and when a finger slid between her lower lips, she moaned. The finger continued into her hole and circled around. It hit her G-spot and she wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and let him fuck her hard.

  With her free hand, she reached up and grabbed his hair. They locked eyes and she breathed hard as his thumb teased her clit. “You better have a condom or I might have to kill you.” She groaned.

  He laughed, which caused her to get angrier. She looked at him and tightened the hold on his hair.
“What’s so fucking funny?”

  “You are. Hold still.” He moved his hand away from her crotch and started down to his knees.

  She watched as his fingers moved up her legs and started to slide her dress up to her waist. He mumbled, “Incredible,” when he pulled her thong apart and set it at her feet.

  He looked up at her. “Sweetheart, I can’t do this here.” He stood up. “My place is about two blocks away. It’s much warmer and”—he looked around the stairwell—“more comfortable.”

  Sophie looked up and closed her eyes. What is this guy’s issue? she thought. “You do know we’re just here for a tawdry fuck. It doesn’t have to be comfortable.” She felt him push her dress back down and lean into her. Warm breath brushed her cheek.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I will fuck you hard and every way to Sunday. If you want uncomfortable, I can do that.” He started to lower his lips to hers and she turned her head to the side.

  “Fine...whatever. Lead the way,” she said.

  He opened the door to the alley and she followed him out into the darkness.

  “One thing you should know. I don’t kiss. I’ll suck any part of your body, but no kissing.”

  He turned around and tilted his head. “Why not?”

  “It’s too personal and I don’t get involved...ever. So, if you’re into to slobbering kisses, forget it.”

  He started back to the street. “But you do other things with your mouth? Isn’t sucking a man’s dick personal?”

  “It isn’t for me. It’s something I like to do. I suppose it could be personal for a man, but for me it’s just part of the entertainment.”