An Indecent Proposition

by Stephanie Julian

  “I thought that was obvious. I came to see you.”

  God damn him. He’d said the absolute right thing.

  She fought back the smile that wanted to curve her lips. “It’s been two weeks. I didn’t think I’d hear from you again.”

  She wanted to ask about Erik, wanted to know if he knew Keegan was here. Wanted to know if they had talked about her. But she didn’t want to be disappointed if that answer was no.

  “We weren’t sure you’d want to see us again.”

  Had they thought she was only in it for the money?

  You had sex with two men you didn’t know for a half-million dollars. What were they supposed to think?

  God, everything was so fucked up. Money did that. It screwed up everything, whether you had a lot or not enough.

  “And I guess you couldn’t be bothered to ask?”

  As her eyes grew accustomed to the low light, she realized she could see him better.

  And maybe that wasn’t a good thing.

  Because now, she wanted to throw herself at him.

  Forget the fact that she was supposed to be working. That she was pissed off at him and shouldn’t want him. That they had nothing in common.

  None of that mattered as he came even closer.

  She couldn’t stop remembering his gentleness that night, the way he’d made her feel like she was valued. And, oh God, the man made her seriously hot.

  “We’ve been…busy.” She caught his grimace. “Things going on at work.”

  Something in his tone made her think those “things” at work weren’t all good.

  “Is everything okay?”

  His head cocked to the side. “I’m not sure. But I want it to be.”

  He wasn’t talking about work. And she was suddenly very aware that they were totally alone.

  She sucked in a short, sharp breath. “And what exactly do you want?”

  God, she knew what she wanted. Keegan naked, fucking her in this tiny little room, half-dressed, hard and fast.

  And wouldn’t that just show everyone how much of a slut you really are?

  No. Just no. Fuck that kind of thinking. What was with her?

  He continued to stare at her. “I want you to come with me. Now. We’ll have dinner.”

  So not just sex? “Will Erik be there?”

  He paused. Did he think she didn’t want him if Erik wasn’t there? Or that she didn’t want to see Erik?

  “He will be.”

  Something in his voice made her ask, “Does he know you’re here?”

  Again, Keegan paused and she wondered if she should’ve kept her mouth shut. Maybe she’d gotten the wrong impression. Maybe Erik didn’t want to see her again. Maybe only Keegan wanted to see her. Maybe—

  “Yeah, he knows.”

  Okay, now what? She absolutely hated the fact that she didn’t have the answer. Hated that these two men made her doubt herself. When her dad had left, she’d made a promise that no man would have the power to make her second guess herself ever again.

  “Doesn’t he want to see me again?”

  “He does.”

  Then why haven’t you called?

  She wanted to scream in frustration. And, damn it, she wanted to see his face. Keegan had been so easy to read that night and there was something going on here that she was missing.

  Maybe it’d be better if she never saw either of them again. Just stopped this before—

  Keegan wrapped one hand around her neck and pulled her forward, crushing his mouth against hers, making her head spin—and stopping the steady stream of doubts.

  Chapter Eight

  Oh God, she’d missed this.

  She’d only had Keegan for one night but, apparently, that had been enough to make him an addiction.

  Her body pressed up against his and every nerve ending got an immediate jolt of adrenaline that zipped through her like lightning. Moaning into his mouth, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she clung to him.

  As her nipples tightened into hard, sensitive points, she wanted to tell him to put his hands there. Wanted him to unbutton her plain cotton shirt so he could get to her skin.

  But she didn’t want to break the kiss.

  Instead, she shoved one hand into his shaggy waves and wrapped the strands around her fingers, curling around them so he couldn’t get away.

  Not that he seemed to be thinking about getting away.

  He kissed her like he wanted to devour her. Like he couldn’t get enough of her. It made her lungs tighten and her head swim.

  The hand on her nape was a solid weight, his fingers a hot brand on her skin. His other hand grabbed her ass and pulled her against his hips. The hard ridge of his erection pressed against her stomach and she rocked into him.

  God, yes. Please.

  She wanted to lift her leg and wrap it around his hip but her skirt was too damn tight so she had to content herself with rubbing her mound against him.

  His mouth moved over hers like liquid fire as her free hand stroked from his neck to his shoulder, where her fingers dug into his tight, flexing muscles. She heard him groan deep in his chest, felt his mouth shift position as he forced his tongue between her lips to invade her mouth.

  Heat and lust and only faint traces of whiskey. He wasn’t drunk.

  She was the one who felt drunk, even though she hadn’t had a sip of alcohol. Who felt as if all of her constraints had fallen away.

  She needed more, but their bodies weren’t aligned correctly.

  Lifting onto her toes, she tried to get his cock at just the right position to rub against her clit. The several-inches difference in their height frustrated her, had her wanting to climb him like her own personal, lean-muscled tower.

  She wanted to be closer. Needed to be closer.

  As if he’d read her mind, Keegan shoved both hands under her arms and lifted her off her feet.

  Yes. His cock fit into the vee of her legs and she damned the fabric preventing her from getting that cock inside so she could ride him until she came.

  She hadn’t wanted to admit it but she’d been in a constant state of arousal since she’d left that night two weeks ago. Whenever she thought about it, her body responded with a rush of heat, her pussy grew wet and she could barely breathe.

  She’d wanted—

  With a jerk, Keegan pulled back and she gasped at the sudden withdrawal. But before she could protest, he grabbed the hem of her skirt in one hand and wrenched it to her hips. Cooler air caressed her bare thighs as her sex drenched with her juices.

  Then he cupped her between her legs and took her breath away.

  “Fucking hell, Jules.” His voice held a deep, raspy command that made her shiver. “Tell me to stop. Tell me now or I swear I’m going to fuck you against the wall.”

  She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to shove his fingers inside her and ease a little bit of this ache. She wanted to drop to her knees and take him in her mouth, right here, right now, where anyone could walk in on them.

  She wanted him to want her so much he shoved his pants down until he could release his cock and impale her with it.

  And then she wanted him to fuck her hard and fast.

  Later, when she could think straight, she’d want him to take his time.

  But not now.

  Now—

  He set her on her feet and dropped to his knees, so quickly she didn’t realize what was happening until he shoved both hands beneath her skirt and grabbed her panties. He took enough care not to rip them as he yanked them down her legs but he didn’t waste any time.

  Panting like she’d just run a marathon, her hands fell onto his shoulders to steady herself. The low light seeping into the little room from the hall wasn’t enough to allow her to see him clearly—but she didn’t need to see. Only to feel.

  His lips pressed against her hip and she felt the scrape of teeth before his mouth opened on her clit. The suddenness of the act, the quick flick of his tongue and the two fingers
he shoved into her pussy threw her body into shuddering pleasure.

  A moan escaped her, so loud in the small room, as she squirmed in his hold. She wasn’t trying to get away. God, no. She wanted more.

  She pressed her hips forward, wordlessly telling him she needed more pressure. Wanted more of him.

  Keegan gave her more than she’d been expecting but still not enough. He fucked her with his fingers, pushing her to the edge of orgasm then letting her hang there as he pulled out and played with her labia, backing off just enough so she didn’t come.

  She had the barest presence of mind not to scream at him to stop playing with her and fuck her.

  Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging at the silky thick strands. Her head had fallen back and she thrilled to the sound of Keegan sucking and licking at her pussy.

  She could barely breathe even though her lungs worked overtime.

  “Keegan, please…”

  He paused and she nearly screeched with frustration.

  “Please what?” She felt his breath against her skin, and her stomach contracted with lust.

  “Please make me come.” She punctuated her breathless statement with a tug on his hair, trying to pull his lips back to her.

  He resisted, his mouth not even close to where she wanted it.

  “Is it only my mouth you want?”

  It took her a few seconds to understand what he was asking, he’d scrambled her brains that badly. She looked down, seeing only the outline of his head at her waist.

  “No, that’s not all I want.”

  He nuzzled his nose against her mound. “Say it. I want to hear you.”

  Her fingers tightened in his hair. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to shove your cock inside me. I want you to do it right here. Right now.”

  She wanted to make sure he had no doubt about what she wanted but she’d never spoken to a man like that in her life. She had no sexual hang-ups. Hell, she’d already had sex with this man for money. A half-million dollars that had saved her and her mom from a lifetime of debt.

  And left her with a craving for two men she was afraid would become an addiction.

  With her breath stuck in her throat, she watched Keegan rise to his feet. It was still too dark to see every nuance of his expression, but when he plastered his mouth over hers again, she knew he was just as hot for her. The increased heat of his body felt like a furnace blast against her skin.

  The lyrics from Nelly’s “Hot in Herre” ran through her head and she wanted to laugh but she didn’t have the breath. He stole it from her body, heightening all her senses. Her clothes felt way too constricting, the air on her bared thighs a tease.

  His hands roamed her body until one came to rest on her ass. He squeezed and fondled. Then, suddenly, her feet left the floor as he lifted her. Her legs parted, her skirt hiked up far enough that she could wrap her legs around his waist.

  Groaning, Keegan put his free hand between her legs, dipping his fingers back into her.

  “Keegan.”

  “Fuck me, Jules. You’re soaking wet.”

  “That’s exactly what I want to do. Right now.”

  The hand between her legs left but didn’t go far. She felt him tear at his pants, felt him shudder when she bit his neck.

  Her pulse pounded through her body, her pussy tight and aching, her clit throbbing. She wanted to taste his skin, suck on him until she took his essence inside her.

  She heard the sound of his zipper releasing and her body reacted with a surge of lust.

  “Put your legs down, sweetheart.” Keegan’s voice rasped in her ear. “Just for a second. I need a condom.”

  A condom. Yes, that was good.

  Her feet hit the floor and her hands reached for his cock. His groan echoed through the small space as she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked with a hard, twisting motion.

  She remembered what he liked, what he’d liked that night.

  “Fuck. Yes. Harder.”

  His tone was barely above a growl and she stepped closer, giving it to him harder with one hand as she slipped the other between his legs to fondle his balls.

  His mouth lowered to her neck and she tilted back her head to give him better access while she stroked his hard cock. Silky, hot skin over a rock-hard shaft.

  Her pussy wept and the frenzy in her blood made her feel drugged.

  What did this man do to her?

  “Christ, Jules. Your hands are fucking amazing.”

  She gave him a squeeze. “Don’t you dare come until you get inside me.”

  “Then I’ve gotta put this on. Now.”

  His hands reached for his cock and she released him reluctantly, only long enough for him to roll on the condom. She had her hands on him a split second later.

  His mouth descended again and then they were moving. Her back met the wall to the left of the entrance, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to let her know she’d hit something. In the next second, Keegan was lifting her again.

  Wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, she arched back, tilting her pelvis forward and moaning when her pussy pressed against his cock.

  “Ah, fuck.”

  Keegan’s voice had dropped another octave and she shivered in reaction as he lifted her even higher, until finally, he had her positioned just where she wanted to be.

  About to be impaled on his erection.

  She sought his mouth again as she shimmied her hips until she had the tip of his cock lodged at her entrance.

  As if he’d read her mind, he thrust as she released a little bit of her hold on his shoulders and felt him spread her wide.

  “Oh God.”

  Her arms tightened around his shoulders as he started to thrust, hard and fast. Exactly how she needed it. She was past the point of slow and easy. She needed him to pound her. To take her, to make her let go. Make her his.

  Every thrust made her gasp, her hips tilting to get him deeper. Every retreat made her want him to come back. Harder.

  Suddenly, Keegan stopped. She started to give him hell but he covered her mouth with his hand.

  Then she heard it. Voices in the hall. Female voices.

  She froze. At least, as much as she could. Her pussy contracted around him, causing his cock to throb. He shuddered against her, pressing his mouth to her neck as if he was afraid he’d give them away.

  “...going to make her…doesn’t know what…how could he…”

  She recognized Alli’s voice and, though she couldn’t make out exactly what she was saying, she could tell Alli was pissed.

  What would the woman say if she discovered Jules and Keegan bare-assed and doing the deed only a few feet away?

  Another woman spoke, her voice lower and undistinguishable. Then their voices were silenced completely as they entered the bathroom.

  She was on the verge of coming. Her body ached for it. If she didn’t orgasm soon, she was going to scream.

  Turning her head, she dislodged his hand and pulled his head down so she could put her lips directly on his ear. “Move. Now.”

  His cock pulsed and she felt the level of control he was exerting over his body as he held himself still.

  “Are you sure?”

  She bit his earlobe and it wasn’t a nip. It was hard enough to make him wince. “If you don’t, I’m going to lose it and everyone’s going to know where we are and what we’re doing.”

  “I don’t give a fuck about anyone else, Jules.” He punctuated his words with a slow withdrawal then a fast, hard thrust. “I only care about you.”

  Then he began to move again, slower this time, as if that would keep her quiet.

  It only made her want to scream at him to move faster, fuck her harder. Turning her face into his neck, she opened her mouth on his skin to stifle any noise she made.

  Already she felt her pussy tightening around him, clutching at him. Her heels dug into his ass, urging him on. Her hands found their way into his hair again and she wound
the soft strands around her fingers and tugged.

  Keegan’s labored breathing sounded in her ear, and she thrilled at the desperate sound. His hips began to move faster until he hit the pace he’d been at before.

  And hit the spot inside her body that lit her up like an electrical current.

  She clutched at him, her body tightening until she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore.

  And then she came, so hard her entire body shuddered.

  She couldn’t quite stop the moan that emerged from her mouth and Keegan twisted his head to slam his lips over hers and shut her up.

  Even so, she couldn’t stop the guttural sound as her body convulsed around him, sucking him deep and dragging him along with her.

  In seconds, she felt his cock swell then pulse inside her.

  As aftershocks wracked their bodies, they remained there for several minutes until her legs began to shake.

  Keegan’s arms loosened and he lowered her to her feet, pulling down her skirt before turning her to the side and easing her onto the small bench along the side wall.

  Still surrounded by so much darkness, she felt disoriented and off-center, sated but still so damn horny.

  “Jules, are you okay?”

  Was she? Hell if she knew.

  “I need to get back to work.”

  It was the first thing that came to mind. And it was true. People would be wondering where she was. Someone would eventually come looking for her.

  “Fuck.”

  She barely heard Keegan’s muttered curse but she did hear him zip his pants before he sat down beside her.

  “Jules—”

  “No.” She popped off the bench, trying to stem the tide of emotion that wanted to swamp her. What the hell had she done? “I have to go.”

  “We need to talk.”

  She shook her head. “No, I need to get out of here before someone comes looking for me.”

  She couldn’t be seen with Keegan. Everyone would know what she’d been doing. And when they saw Keegan, they’d know who she’d been doing.

  And why do you care?

  “Damn it, Jules—”

  Running her hands down her skirt to make sure it covered everything it needed to, she turned and practically ran out of the alcove. She’d almost made it up the hall before she heard Keegan come up behind her.