Chapter 60

"These just arrived for you."
Claudia looked up and smiled as Laney Paul walked into her office. The smaller woman set a box on her desk and took a step back. She was about 5'5" and weighed maybe 130 lbs. She was a lovely girl with a petite figure and straight black hair falling down her back. She was also one of the most deadly women Tyson could find to guard his jewel when she wasn't with him. Claudia had insisted on being part of the hiring process when it came to her protection detail. She understood the necessity of having one, but she absolutely wasn't going to have Daniel dogging her every step.
While Daniel had warmed up to Claudia a tiny bit, in his own way, he still held himself stiffly separate. Claudia flat out refused to have decisions made for her when it came to her own safety. Tyson had been surprisingly understanding. He wanted his future wife to feel secure in her new life. When Daniel had gone toe to toe with Laney and pronounced her a decent fit for the security team, Claudia had hired her on the spot.
Claudia was still trying, after almost four months, to break through the other woman's reserved exterior. Laney was polite, but distant. She watched Claudia's back like a mother hawk and seemed to care about her charge's happiness, but she never imparted anything personal about herself. A mystery Claudia was determined to get out of the other woman eventually.
Claudia reached for the box and opened it, but before she could look at the contents, she heard the bartender call for her. She exited the office with Laney on her heels. It didn't take long to see what Emile wanted her for. Boris, Sitnokov's personal bodyguard/possible butler, was striding through the club like he owned the place. When he spotted his quarry, he walked right up to her.
Laney reacted quickly by jumping in front of Claudia and snapping, "Stop where you are."
The giant Russian merely looked down at the much smaller girl and pushed her out of the way with an amused swat. He reached for Claudia and pulled her in for a quick, hard embrace. "Claudia," he said. Clow-dee-yah. "It is good to see you in health."
Claudia had no idea she was on hugging terms with Sitnikov's Russian beast. She wasn't sure if she should be terrified or flattered. Laney looked like she was about to attack the man with one of her swift and extremely painful takedowns (Claudia knew exactly how much it hurt, as Laney insisted she learn self-defence). Claudia stepped between the two and said calmly, "Can I help you Boris?"
He grunted, his eyes still lingering on the fuming woman behind Claudia's shoulder. "New place looks better," he said with a glance around.
Claudia raised a blond eyebrow. "I suppose you've come for a drink? We're not open until later tonight, but Emile can fix something for you."
He shook his head. "Boss wants to extend congratulations to you and Mr. King on upcoming nuptials. He accepts your wedding invitation and looks forward to happy event."
Claudia, well aware that no such invitation had been extended, chose her words carefully. "Please tell Mr. Sitnikov Vladimir that we are honoured by his acceptance and look forward to the pleasure of his company. I will have Tyson's secretary forward the details."
Boris didn't say another word and effectively dismissed Claudia from his mind by stepping around her and getting into Laney's space. Laney gasped and took a quick step back, which wasn't something Claudia had ever seen her do before. Laney was wearing her hair in two french braids. The ends of the braids brushed against her shoulders. Boris reached out and rubbed the soft, black hair between his fingertips.
"You look like schoolgirl escaped from convent. How old are you?" he asked, staring intently down at the woman.
Laney smacked his hand from her hair. Her dark brown eyes glittered up at him angrily. "That's none of your damn business. Now step off big man," she snapped.
Claudia's breath caught in her throat as Boris stiffened. His body language told a story of instant death. There was just no way Laney could stand a chance against Boris in a fair fight. She was so much smaller than him. She would likely be faster, but that would only help if she were in a position to run away. Something Claudia suspected wasn't in Laney's repertoire.
Finally Boris said, "Maybe I will make it my business."
With a nod in Claudia's direction he turned and left. Claudia was expecting Laney to ask about Boris, but she just retreated without another word, maintaining her usual silence. Claudia wondered what that was all about. She would give Tyson Sitnikov's message later. He could sort out whatever it was Sitnikov wanted with them.
Claudia turned back to her office and went to open the box Laney had brought in. A smile spread across her lips when she saw it was the new glassware she had ordered with the club's brand on them. The lettering ‘underground' was distinct, like a masculine scrawl, but the glasses themselves were tall and flute-like. Claudia loved them. She had chosen them along with everything else associated with her new club, The Underground. This place was Tyson's engagement gift to her. His only stipulation being that she couldn't run the place until it was a legitimate business.
Claudia had happily accepted and immediately enrolled herself in business classes at the local college. Tyson had been amused by her enthusiasm until he saw the changes taking place in the seedy gambling club himself. Then he had started paying closer attention, proud of Claudia's natural business acumen. He had even approached her about potentially sitting on the board for King Trust. She said she would think about it once she finished college.
The paperwork for The Underground had gone through two weeks ago and the soft open was in a few hours. She had prepared for the evening before coming to the club, anticipating that she wouldn't have time later. She had been correct. She had spent the past few hours drilling new staff on their duties, drilling old staff on what to keep an eye out for at the tables and putting out various fires.
Claudia glanced in the mirror behind her desk and looked over her outfit with a critical eye. As the manager of the town's newest, trendiest gaming establishment, she had decided to go with an eye-popping gold thigh length cocktail dress. The high neck in front and sleeves made it respectable, the plunging back told a different story. Claudia had left her hair long, but swept the blond waves to the side in a clip to leave her back bare. She was currently wearing comfortable flats, but had brought strappy golden heels studded in crystals for later.
She had her back to the door and was leaning over her desk, reaching for her day planner to go over a few more details when a delicious, deep voice rumbled behind her, "Let's ditch the party, baby, and take that outfit back to my place where it belongs."
Grinning, Claudia leaned a little further across her desk, thrusting her ass out and wiggling her hips a little. She peeked at him over her shoulder and batted her heavily mascaraed eyelashes at him. "But I bought this dress specifically for the party, Mr. King. What will my dedicated employees think if the boss doesn't show up for opening night?"
Claudia's smile widened when she heard the door slam shut and the lock engage. She had argued with him about his insistence that the windows to her office be blacked out from the rest of the club, until he had shown exactly why he wanted it that way. Claudia had been much, much more pliable after her third or fourth orgasm.
She sighed happily when he came up behind her and slid one muscular forearm across her belly and the other around her throat, dragging her off the desk and pulling her up against his chest. Claudia tipped her head to the side and offered him her lips. He took them with a growl and, ignoring her perfect makeup, proceeded to ravish her mouth with all the pent up hunger he felt for her when he was forced to stay away while they both worked.
"Tyson!" she gasped when he took her by the back of the neck and forced her facedown over her desk once more. "I have to work!"
"Work can wait," he grunted, reaching under the short skirt of her dress and yanking her thong down to her ankles. He pushed the skirt up until her ass was bared to him.
"Fuck, babe, I never stop wanting this," he said caressing long fingers down the crease of her ass and sinking them into her already wet pussy.
"Oh, fuck it!" Claudia moaned arching her back and widening her legs to give him better access to her.
Tyson pumped his fingers in and out of her with the hard penetrating strokes she loved so much. His fingertips massaged her g-spot until she was thrusting back against him and crying out in supplication. Later, she would be glad he had also insisted on soundproofing her office. Apparently he found the no nonsense business side of Claudia's personality extremely sexy.
"Oh god, Tyson, please just fuck me now," Claudia cried out, clutching the edge of her desk and shoving her hips back to meet his strokes.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied. He lowered the zip on his pants and pulled himself free of his boxers. His cock stood long and hard, ready to take a piece of his woman.
Tyson gave it to her the way she loved it, impaling himself full length into her silken heat. He gripped her hips in long fingers and yanked her back, ruthlessly forcing her to take every last inch. She moaned and bucked underneath him as she tried to absorb the pain and pleasure. He gave her a moment and then starting fucking her from behind.
"Look, Claudia," he grunted, reaching a hand out and palming the back of her head. He tugged until she was looking into the mirror behind her desk. She moaned breathlessly at the erotic sight and arched her back, thrusting her breasts out.
Tyson reached out with the intention of baring her breasts. Realizing he meant to tear her brand new and extremely expensive dress Claudia grabbed the hand that reached for her and bit down, chomping her small white teeth into the fleshy part of his hand. Tyson stiffened against her back and stopped thrusting into her.
He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. He dropped his face into her neck and bit down, "You like it rough, do you, woman?"
She nodded, gasping for breath, "God yes! Please, fuck me hard Tyson!"
Tyson obliged her, pressing one hand hard against her back and forcing her to lay across the desk while he used the other hand to grip her hip. He fucked her with everything he had, loving the way her soft pink body took everything he gave her. Tyson bent his knees and slammed himself into her welcoming pussy until he could no longer hold out. With a final savage thrust, he buried himself deep into her passage and reached around to rub her clit in slow, hard circles until she was bucking wildly under him and screaming her orgasm.
While she drifted back to reality, Tyson reached down and pulled her panties back up, tugged her skirt down and picked her up in his arms. She smiled dreamily up at him as he sat down on the nearby leather couch he had also suggested. Arranging her across his thighs he held her close, running his big hands down her arm and across her back. Finally, he picked up her hand and laced his fingers through hers. He lifted her left hand up and kissed the flesh next to the ring he had placed on her finger.
"This ring is the only reason I'm letting you wear this damn dress in public, you know that, right?"
Claudia laughed. "If anyone attacks me, it'll be to steal this rock you put on my finger, not to get at what's under this dress. You're the only one that has that particular obsession."
"I seriously doubt that," he replied, relaxing into the sofa cushions and pulling her up against his chest. They listened to the banging on the office door in contented silence for a moment before he spoke, "I'm surprised she still does that after the first few times we locked ourselves in here."
"That's why we pay her the big bucks," Claudia said with a smile, tracing her fingers over the new tattoo, the word Queen, inked onto his taut forearm. "It's her job to worry over my whereabouts. It's only a matter of time before she finally manages to steal my key, get a copy made and interrupt us in flagrante."
"It's her own damn fault then if she sees my massive dick and runs screaming. Your bodyguard looks like some kind of schoolgirl nun cross. She could probably use an eyeful or a good fuck to shock her out of her prudish ninja nun thing."
Claudia thumped him on the chest, "That's what Boris called her."
He arched a brow at her and she said, "Long story. I'll tell you later. Now remind me of how much you love me and how you've written endless amounts of shoes for your new bride into our marriage contract?"
"Insatiable woman," he said with a grin and kissed her waiting lips.
END OF BOOK THREE