Ace's Key: Book 1 by Abbie St. Claire Read Free Book Online

didn’t try to change my mind. I helped them get ready and
watched as they left with sad faces. I knew their tricks and was quite familiar
with their tactics. They were banking on the idea that I’d be lonely while
watching the countdown from Times Square on television and would decide to join
them at the last minute.
    In order to avoid anything NYE, I walked down the street to the
nearest Redbox and rented a movie. With champagne and popcorn, I didn’t need
anything or anyone else to keep me company. Or did I?

 
     
     
    Chapter Nine
     
     
    Ace
     
    I noticed a reflection of beauty in the art that hung on the
wall. When I turned in the direction of the stairs, big blue eyes surrounded by
long, golden-honey hair caught my attention.
    She was simply stunning. Perfect plump lips shimmering with
gloss made my cock stir. I eyed her glorious curves and craved to hold them in
my hands.
    I loved to enjoy the company of a beautiful woman. I’d learned
years ago that in satisfying a woman’s every need with raw, pure passion, a
woman would do anything when yearning for more.
    I didn’t believe in relationships. Sometimes…make that more
times than not, my cavalier attitude pissed the women off, and I’d never hear
from them again… My most recent experience was no exception. But on occasion,
I’d find a woman who could appreciate the uncomplicated side and just enjoy
great sex and casual company without all the hang-ups. Francesca had been that
woman until very recently.
    My new conquest had just descended the stairs at my bar, the
Bluestone Barrel Room.
    “You look lost, may I help you?” I asked.
    Her big blue eyes sparkled in the light like shimmering topaz.
She appeared caught off guard and unable to speak.
    “Your name?”
    “Um…it’s um, Mia.”
    After more questions, I confirmed she was the missing lady to a
party already seated. I took the liberty of escorting her back to the table.
    Mia, a beautiful name for a stunning creature.
    When I served the table my grandmother’s secret bread recipe, I
watched with amusement as she tried to pronounce Filone di Renella . With
some lessons, I was certain I would have it rolling off her delicious tongue. I
could think of a few other things I’d crave to see on that dreamy tongue of
hers.
    The position of our back serving well allowed me a glorious
view of her, and I watched in amusement as she smiled and joked with her
friends.
    I envisioned what it would be like to see her throw her head
back moaning in climax, while clenched around my cock. While petite, she had
beautiful legs, and I thought about what it would be like to have them around
my waist as I fucked her hard and steady against the wall of my penthouse.
    At the close of the evening, I placed my card in her folder. If
she was truly as captivated as I was, she’d call.
    Over an hour later, she sent me a text that she was still in
the parking garage. I knew then I had her attention. I watched her approach the
bar entrance via security camera. She chewed her lower lip in anticipation,
pausing to study the card for a moment prior to entering the open door. My cock
stirred with my own anticipation, certain that Mia Kennedy would be my next
conquest.
    When she left without much conversation, I knew I had her
captivated and on the hook, but I needed time to reel the delicate little fish
to my bed.
    * * *
    The week was long and a new opening was always time-consuming,
but the bar had been well received by the community. After several press
junkets, I stole some time away to research Mia, the beholder of my attention.
I couldn’t spend an hour without visions her passing through my thoughts. Every
time I walked through the bar, I noticed the table where she’d sat or
remembered her beautiful reflection as she stood on the stairs. I fantasized about
what it would be like to be inside her, to bring her pleasure, to have my name
roll off her lips as she bucked in climax.
    I walked by the security monitor in my