by Jodi Redford
“What?”
“If you’re really not wearing panties under that dress.”
Recalling the wicked way she’d teased him earlier in the car, she blew a breath toward his ear. His resulting shudder amped up her devilishness. “Only one way to find out.”
They reached the end of the grass aisle in the rose garden. Rather than turn left, Jack tucked his arm around her waist and prodded her in the opposite direction with a growl. “Fuck it. We can be a little late to the recessional line.”
“I do like the way you think, Brewster.” Laughing at the way he impatiently tugged her along, she hurried up her pace. They reached the south entrance of the inn and he hurried her inside. Fortunately the restroom she’d scoped out for their rendezvous was just around the corner. Otherwise there was a 50/50 chance they would have ripped each other’s clothes off and went to town right there.
He led her into the single stall bathroom and locked the door behind them. “Now where were we?”
“You wanted to know if I’m wearing panties.”
“Ah yes.” Seductive intent darkening his gaze, he dropped onto one knee in front of her.
“I see you’re getting in some practice for that full ass proposal,” she couldn’t resist teasing.
“Hm, possibly.” He lifted her hem and slid his palm along her calf, up further still, a sinful brush of fingers over her inner thigh. She closed her eyes on a blissful sigh as his hand cupped her bare pussy. He glossed his fingers in a persuasive figure-eight across her clit. “You are such a bad girl. Walking around with your delicious cunt wet and ready for me like this.”
His raunchy words instigating her shiver, she glanced down at him, her breath snaring in her throat at the carnality in his hot gaze. He lifted to his feet, bunching her skirt upwards as he straightened. “Do you know what happens when you tempt the Master of Kink, my little kitten?”
“Mm, what?”
“You get fucked. Hard. Deep. Slow. Dirty and nasty as I like it.”
“Oh, God. Do it. Do me. Now. Please.”
He hiked her up onto the pedestal basin, leaving her dress scrunched around her waist. With the number of wrinkles bound to crease the fabric, there wouldn’t be much mystery of what they’d been up to. Like she gave a hot damn.
Jack released his zipper. Holding her entranced stare, he licked his thumb and used the saliva to lube up his cock. Completely not necessary, considering how soaked she was, but it was hella sexy to watch. Undoubtedly the reason he did it. He positioned the scrumptiously fat head of his cock and eased inside her with a fluid pump of his hips. He bottomed her out in one smooth, luscious glide. Not satisfied to end it there, he pulled out slowly and did it all over again. Over and over and over. Until she was white-knuckling the basin and gasping for breath. Hooking her beneath the knees with his arms, he leaned forward and kissed her; the deep, bold caress of his tongue mimicking the lush strokes of his cock.
There was no way she could hold back her orgasm. Not when he was the supreme master at delivering her to the ultimate peak. A fierce tremble wracking her body, she came hard. Came endlessly. His tongue in her mouth was the only thing muffling her ecstatic cries. Needing to take him over the edge with her, she crossed her ankles behind the small of his back, her thighs and her pussy equally engaged in keeping him in a chokehold. The sexy moans and growls rumbling through his chest egging her on, she squeezed her Kegels. As predicted, he cursed a blue streak before succumbing to her evil machinations with the most exquisite drawn out shudder and groan as he came. The pulsing of his cock inside her spurred another small flurry of aftershocks and she wrapped her arms around him, holding on for dear life.
A few minutes later, the intensity of the orgasm mellowed into a glow. She gave a blissful sigh. “You know what?”
He lifted his head and bumped noses with her before brushing her lips with a tender, exploring kiss. “What?”
“Screw it. I don’t need Disney World. You are my happy place.”
His eyes glowing with the same emotion overflowing her heart, he cupped her cheek. “You’re my happy place. You and Sunny are my everything. Is it too soon to do that full ass proposal? Because I’m completely, thoroughly clueless when it comes to how any of this is supposed to go, sweetheart. I don’t want to fuck anything up with you. Not anymore.”
The damn tears started up again. Seriously, it was like a damn faucet up in there. “You’re not fucking it up. It’s perfect. And it’s been eighteen months in the making. I think we’re long overdue for our happy ever after.”
“It took a while.”
“Yes.” Stroking his face, she returned the love radiating back at her and filling her entire being. “But it was oh so worth it.”
Thanks for reading Frisky Business. I hope you enjoyed it! As you might have guessed, I have more books coming down the pipe line in the Kinky Chronicles world. News on that coming soon! In the meantime, I included a special little bonus in the back of this book. Perfect Passion is a sexy little short about Sidney and her Kink Geeks. It was originally released as part of the Just Desserts anthology. I didn’t want anyone who didn’t have a chance to read it to miss out on it, especially since it coincides with the timeline of Frisky Business. *whispers* I already spoiled the end for you but hopefully the sexy parts will make up for it. *wink*
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Perfect Passion
Copyright 2017 Jodi Redford
Edited by JL Stalker
Sidney Chase knows too well the potent side effects of the infamous Xtacy aphrodisiac elixir. So when Leo and Dev enlist her help with their latest kinky concoction, she’s all too willing to put in the overtime. Because the best perk of working for two sexy chemist geeks? Getting to be their sinful science experiment. And this time the results promise to be just as deliciously wicked.
A nine to five at a chemist lab probably wouldn’t be considered exciting by most folks. But when your bosses were two of the sexiest science geeks on the planet? Yeah, made all that boring data analysis helluva lot more tolerable. Especially when your job description included extra perks like breakfast in bed with the aforementioned sexy nerds, Devlin Hawke and Leo Martinez.
Stretching her arms over her head, Sidney Chase cracked a yawn before nibbling the plump strawberry Dev held to her lips. She sank her teeth into the juicy berry, releasing a hum of appreciation at the burst of sweetness greeting her taste buds. She chewed slowly, savoring each bite. Once she finished, Dev peeled the skin from a banana and extended it toward her with a waggle of his eyebrows. “Make it good, baby.”
“Challenge accepted.” She wrapped her fingers around the base of the fruit and stroked it suggestively.
“Come on, I want to see some tongue action,” Dev prodded.
The mattress groaned slightly as Leo leaned up on his elbow. “Personally, I’d rather get some of that tongue action on my cock.”
Their grumblings jogged a sigh from her. “You two are killing the moment. Just so you know.”
Dev chuckled. “Sorry, the floor is all yours.”
Satisfied she’d receive no further heckling, she coasted her tongue upward along the banana’s firm flesh. She reached the pointed end and closed her mouth around the fruit. Indulging in her best porn star moan, she bobbed her head and sucked for all she was worth. If that banana wasn’t her bitch by the time she was done with it, clearly she needed a blowjob 101 refresher.
She flicked her gaze to Leo and Dev and caught their unblinking stares. Heh. No more complaints from the peanut gallery. She deep-throated her phallic stand-in, determined to provide her bosses an inspired performance, but her concentration threatened to derail when Dev’s hand closed around his cock.
Battling to regain her focus, she licked the banana with a delicate sweep of her tongue. Dev countered her maneuver by leisurely pumping his dick with his fist, the fat, tumescent cap shuttling betwee
n his fingertips. She shuddered. Ah, fuck it.
Ravenous for something tastier than fruit, she tossed the banana onto the quilt and crawled toward Dev. He tucked his arms behind his head and flashed one of his patented panty-wetting grins. Her breath snared in her throat. No two ways around it, Dev was sin personified. He not only possessed the physique and looks of a hot Nordic Viking, everything about him screamed sex. Same story with Leo. Although he bore the darker complexion and ebony hair courtesy of his Hispanic heritage, he was an equal match to Dev’s sexual magnetism.
Leo reminded her of that fact by slapping her ass and rubbing away the sting with a sensual caress. Every bone in her body liquefying, she melted into his touch.
Not one to be left out of the festivities, Dev gestured to his erection. Biting her bottom lip, she surveyed the glorious staff saluting for attention. Thick and scrumptiously hard, he was more than a mouthful. Grasping the base of his cock, she lowered her head and lapped up the tiny bead of precome pearling from the slit. Dev groaned, his six-pack quivering with each swabbing stroke of her tongue. His musky essence enraptured her senses, leaving her desperate for more. Greedily sucking his thickening shaft, she cupped his balls gently, her fingertips feathering the velvety sac.
The mattress creaked again as Leo scooted beside her to watch her tender loving oral care. He pulled her hair back, the faint prickling in her scalp adding to her arousal. Excitement getting the better of her, she quickened her pace. Leo’s grip tightened. “Slower, querida. We want this to last longer than two seconds.”
A grunt fell from Dev. “Normally I’d take offense, but I’m embarrassingly close to living up to that sad estimate.”
She heeded the warning and eased her lusty suckling. While she continued to lick Dev from root to crown, Leo settled behind her and spread her labia with his thumbs. His tongue plowed through her wetness, spiking her desire into the stratosphere. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the demand of Leo’s mouth.
He curled his tongue and flicked repeatedly at her clit, agonizing the bundle of nerves with his ceaseless teasing. One finger worked its way inside her pussy, followed by another. He hooked the digits and pressed against her G-spot, his friction upon the sensitized patch of tissues tag-teaming his oral worship on her clit. She shook and gasped, dangerously close to coming. Before she gave into that beckoning siren call, Leo slipped his hand and mouth away from her and replaced them with something she was equally frantic to have inside her.
Burrowing his cock between her pussy lips, he taunted her with gliding strokes, denying her the penetration she craved. She shamelessly butted against Leo, trying to wedge him where she wanted him, all the while working Dev’s cock with her mouth. Finally, Leo gave in to her mute pleading and eased inside her, but only the tiniest fraction. Ignoring her desperate whimpers, he gave her another inch of his steely shaft. He kept up his slow-as-molasses pace, pushing deeper in miserly increments. Shallow pump. Retreat. Over and over, until she swore she’d lose her freaking mind.
She tore her lips from Dev and gulped for air. Leo chose that exact moment to hammer his cock home with one powerful thrust. The oxygen abandoning her lungs and her brain, she sprawled on top of Dev, her fingers digging into the bedding on either side of his hips. Without missing a beat, Leo gripped her ass and continued pounding into her. The rhythmic slap of skin-on-skin grinding soundtracked him steadily annihilating her senses with his cock’s tunneling strokes. Dev’s ramrod stiff dick brushed the underside of her chin. Realizing she was neglecting her duties, she wrapped her lips around the silky head and sucked him with a hungry moan.
A haze of sensuality blanketed her under its intoxicating spell. Her entire existence was this room. This bed. These men. They owned her. Heart, body, and soul.
Dev was the first to succumb to release. His fingers flexing on her scalp, he surged deeper in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as he came with a shudder and drawn out groan. Leo’s thrusts grew shorter. Deeper. He wouldn’t surrender to climax without taking her with him. Fortunately, he’d find no struggle there. She was primed to go off like a powder keg. One persuasive caress on her clit and he sent her flying straight into the blissful shockwave, his shout of completion echoing hers.
For several minutes they lay tangled in each other’s arms while they chased down their breaths. Murmuring in contentment, she played with the happy trail of hair leading down to Dev’s groin while Leo snuggled her from behind.
It should probably be illegal to be this happy. Her biggest worry was the possibility of one day waking up to the realization that all of this was only a dream.
Before she’d become Leo’s and Dev’s lover, she’d imagined them being together like this. Her concerns back then held her back from giving them her heart fully, though. That wasn’t an issue anymore, but a restless yearning still stirred within her. She couldn’t quite put her finger on the cause. Life couldn’t be more perfect than this. Dev and Leo were her everything. Although she still liked to play with the fantasy of them being her bosses, they’d technically made her a partner. Not many lovers would go out of their way to do something so generous. They were even planning to shop for a house within the next month or two. Not only a bigger place, but one that’d be theirs, filled with new beginnings they’d create together.
Leo brushed her hair aside and nuzzled her with his nose. “You’re awfully quiet.”
She twined their fingers. “Just sleepy.” She refused to ruin the moment with her odd pensiveness. Particularly when she didn’t understand it herself.
~*~
A meeting with the bigwigs at Eros Edibles kept Leo and Dev preoccupied most of the morning. Eros’ sister company, Scentual Sensories, had given the go-ahead to develop a new product line for Xtacy—Leo and Dev’s supercharged aphrodisiac. Utilizing similar compounds from the original, they’d devised a variant that could be eaten. If this version turned out to be half as effective as its predecessor, women the world over were about to get their panties blown off.
Corking a laugh at that mental image, Sidney headed for Phenom Lab’s tiny kitchenette. With it being a Saturday, the downstairs cafeteria was closed. No point waiting to eat with Dev and Leo. No telling how long they’d be tied up with the Eros execs.
She grabbed one of the frozen Lean Cuisines and nuked it before carting her meal back to her workstation. The guys didn’t mind her setting the phones to voicemail, but she preferred eating at her desk and not subjecting herself to the kitchenette’s glaring white walls.
The microwaved meal proved less appetizing than the misleading image on the box. Wrinkling her nose, she trekked down the hall and pitched the half eaten linguine in the garbage. She paused for a second outside Leo’s office. Voices trickled through the door, the muffled conversation a hint that they were wrapping up the meeting.
She hurried to her desk and parked her fanny in her seat just as Leo and Dev ushered the executives into the hall. The group of men chatted for several minutes before making their way to the reception area. After exchanging pleasantries with her, the Eros people left, leaving her alone with Leo and Dev. She gazed expectantly at her guys. “How did it go?”
“Incredibly well.” Leo ducked his head and kissed her enthusiastically on the lips. Stroking her cheek, he straightened and glanced at Dev. “My gears are already spinning in overdrive with the edible body paint they’re interested in developing.”
“Wow, that’ll bring finger painting to a whole new level,” she quipped.
Leo returned her grin with one of his own. “You could be the next Picasso.”
“Um, yeah. I can’t even manage a stick figure.” She exhaled softly. “I suppose this means you two will be squirreled away in the lab for the next few months.” Guilt immediately crept over her. Leo’s and Dev’s work ultimately helped countless women reclaim their sexuality, and here she was being a whiny baby. Suck it up, buttercup. When you’re in love with geniuses you have to make the occasional sacrifice.
Dev dropped
to one knee in front of her. Her pulse kick-started. She blinked at her over-the-top response. Whoa. What the hell was that about? She’d known darn well he hadn’t assumed that position for any purpose vaguely resembling a proposal.
So why did disappointment crush her chest when he fixed his shoe lace and pushed to his feet? Unwilling to dissect the possible reason why, she peered up at Dev. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Your research is important, and I know it doesn’t happen overnight.”
Dev smoothed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Baby, you’re equally important.” He shook his head. “No, make that more so. Leo and I have no intention of neglecting you.”
“I know you don’t.” She fidgeted with the edge of her keyboard. “I promise I’m not going to turn into one of those super needy girlfriends who constantly require your twenty-four-hour attention.”
Leo massaged her nape. “Querida, you are definitely not that. So stop your fretting.”
She chuckled. “Fretting? What are you, the Hispanic Mr. Darcy?”
“You impertinent chit. I should bend you over my knee and give you a good rosy palm on your cheeks.”
She rolled her eyes at his horrendous British accent. “You would like that way too much.”
“Damn straight.” His fiery gaze warming her all the way to her toes, Leo stooped to award her another kiss, this one a thousand degrees hotter than its predecessor. His tongue stroked deep, claiming total possession of her senses. Whimpering, she willingly surrendered and twined her arms around his neck.
He stroked her spine before reluctantly pulling away from her. The flush of desire darkening his olive complexion sent a corresponding ripple of desire deep in her core. He licked his lips. “Save that thought.”
Sighing, she nodded and watched her men make tracks for the lab. They disappeared beyond the doors, and she returned her focus to the Eros data charts. The job might be monotonous, but it kept her mind occupied on something other than Leo’s and Dev’s delectable cocks. For the most part. Recalling their previous discussion of body paint, her thoughts wandered along intriguing avenues.