“I don’t think you’re supposed to do that,” the other man replied cautiously.
Jay wasn’t listening. He pulled the desired folder free with a triumphant shout and started to leaf through it.
“Here! This is exactly what I was talking about,” Jay announced, waving a sheet of paper in Eldon’s general direction. “It’s as bad as I thought. Worse.”
“What is?”
“Her IQ. Look at this. No wonder she doesn’t have fun. No wonder she takes things too seriously. No wonder she’s confused about what she wants. She’s not just a genius, she’s about twenty points above that.” Jay frowned in disgust at the information.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to look at that.” Eldon sounded slightly alarmed.
Jay shot him an impatient look. “What am I going to do? Alert Mensa? They probably already know about her. Relax.”
Eldon straightened his glasses on his nose. “How can you say she doesn’t know what she wants? She’s brilliant.”
Jay shook his head sadly. “Eldon, Eldon. Pay attention. She’s not just brilliant, she’s a certified mega-genius. That’s exactly the problem. She thinks too much.”
Eldon looked increasingly befuddled.
“Consider Einstein,” Jay suggested. “Brilliant when it came to things like the theory of relativity, right? But the man got lost going from his lab to his house. Just like you-know-who. She should stick to what she’s good at and leave managing the relationship to me.”
Eldon looked thoughtful in a confused sort of way.
Jay patted his shoulder soothingly. “It’s like this,” he explained. “Love is very simple. You meet, you fall in love, you stay together forever in disgusting bliss. Simple, right? But she doesn’t think that way. Her mind is very complex, so she tries to make a simple thing complicated and it isn’t.”
“It isn’t?” echoed the other man.
“No. It isn’t. But fortunately, she’s distracted with her little toys right now and if I can keep it that way, she’ll be living in disgusting bliss before she stops to realize what happened.” Jay rubbed his hands together in delight at the thought and barely refrained for chortling evilly at the thought of trapping her in his loving snare.
His plan was a simple one. Keep her busy. Keep her working during the day and delightfully worn out during the night. Keep her hopping off balance. She wouldn’t have time to analyze anything to death. And when she did stop to think, hopefully he’d have a chance to see that what she thought about was heavily influenced and artfully suggested by himself.
Yes, everything was going to work out perfectly. It couldn’t be going better. She’d even admitted that she wanted him all the time. He wanted to jump for joy and could barely contain his euphoria.
She was falling for him. He was sure of it.
With an effort, Jay dragged his attention back to the present. “Was there something you wanted to see me about?” he asked Eldon curiously.
To his surprise, the man actually, definitely blushed. He sat up taller, straightened his tie and readjusted his wire-rimmed glasses.
“Uh, I wanted to ask your advice about dating,” he said shyly.
“Hello, my proud beauty,” drawled the black-haired and no doubt black-hearted man who stood posing in her doorway. His business suit didn’t keep him from looking or sounding like a villain bent on ravishment.
Anna looked him over and wondered where he’d gotten his penchant for dramatics.
She half-expected him to wave a property deed in front of her nose and threaten to tie her to the railroad tracks in front of an oncoming train if she wouldn’t submit to his wicked advances.
Still, she didn’t want to be rescued from him. His wicked advances were far too enjoyable. Earth-shattering. Soul-shaking. Mind-expanding beyond anything. Exciting.
Who would settle for a hero when she could have the wicked black-hearted villain? She didn’t think traditional heroes knew about things that could be done with whipped cream. She was certain Jay did. In fact, having been tied down by him once, she was considering refusing to submit for the fun of repeating the experience.
The fun things, after all, she did want to do twice. And it had been fun.
Her villainous lover was looking distinctly disappointed. “What? No reply?”
Anna decided it was time she asserted herself and took the lead with him again.
She held his eyes as she began to slowly, seductively, unbutton her lab coat. For a beginner, she thought she did fairly well. She shrugged out of the concealing garment, one shoulder at a time then let it slide down and fall to the floor. Then she stretched in a lithe, sinuous movement that had her full breasts straining against the confines of her form-fitting knit top.
His eyes were bulging, she noted in satisfaction.
She let her arms drop to her sides and moved toward him with a distinct sway to her hips. She kept coming until she was right up against him, wound his tie around one hand and yanked his head toward hers for a searing kiss. The grip held him still as she teased him. She ran her tongue over the outline of his mouth, nipped and bit at his lips and then finally captured him in a deep, wet kiss to send his heart into overdrive.
When she released his mouth, she said in a velvety soft, dangerous voice, “You’re late.”
He looked dazed.
“You said five,” she continued. “It’s two minutes after.” Still holding him by his tie, she used it like a leash and led him through the door and started down the hall. “I am very disappointed. Is this how you keep your word?”
She teased him by brushing the soft curve of her breast against him while they walked. Then she delivered her next challenge. “I hope you do better with your other promise.” Dark threat colored her honeyed voice. “Don’t disappoint me again.”
Her sensual teasing left him in no doubt about her meaning. She was ready to play with a vengeance.
Anna realized she might have overdone the teasing when he grabbed her by the waist, threw her over his shoulder and ran to the parking lot.
He set her down and leaned full-length against her as he pushed her against the car door and trapped her with his body, letting her feel intimately his reaction to her words. He was magnificently engorged. Anna wanted to touch that erection, toy with his…cock. She wondered if she had the nerve to say the word cock out loud and if Jay would like it. He made her feel a mind-bending combination of tender emotion and raunchiness.
“I won’t disappoint you, love,” Jay promised. He ran his hands up under her shirt and inside her bra. He boldly caressed her breasts and teased her hard nipples, pinching them lightly between his fingers. His knee nudged her legs apart and rode up to press into her crotch. Anna instantly wanted to spread her legs wide for him and invite him to slide his hand inside her pants and make her come right then and there. “I’ll love you until you can’t walk,” he vowed. “Then I’ll love you till you can’t stand. I’ll make you scream and beg for mercy.” Heat glittered in his ebony eyes.
So this was what it felt like to make out in a parking lot. Anna was in heaven. The urgency was thrilling and so was the knowledge that they could be caught by someone else coming along. She loved the sensations he created reaching under her clothes. It was somehow more exciting than when she was naked. It felt distinctly clandestine and forbidden and it turned her on to an unbelievable degree.
Villains were wonderful.
Jay cupped her breasts and squeezed gently. Then one hand moved down between her thighs to boldly cup her mons and Anna leaned back against the car to stay standing. Any minute now he was going to unzip her jeans and rub his thumb over her aching clit, penetrate her with his fingers and she was going to come right there, right in front of anybody who might walk by. Anybody could watch her spread her legs and moan while she got banged in public because she was not about to tell Jay to stop.
Besides, the parking lot was practically empty and the angle of Jay’s body shielded her from view. They were probably the
only ones still there, he really could just do it, do her…
“Get in the car, precious,” he ordered in a soft voice. She shivered in delight. He was as close to the brink as she was.
He made the drive to his house in record time, in spite of the impediment of driving with her hands under his suit and her tongue in his ear. He parked, hauled her out of the car and ran with her to the door. While he fumbled with the lock and key, Anna took advantage of his preoccupation to unbutton his shirt all the way, pull it open and lick his flat male nipples.
She was feeling villainous herself.
Jay finally managed to get the door open and dragged her inside and down to the floor. She landed on top and continued to unbutton, unfasten and tear at his clothes. In the spirit of fair play, he helped with hers. He got her shirt up and tore her bra free to bare her curves to his hungry lips and hands.
Jay’s mouth on her sent a jolt of electric shock through her and Anna cried out softly, arching her back to thrust her chest up to him to offer herself more fully.
She dimly heard his low, triumphant laugh as he pushed her down and hauled her shirt over her head. She reached for him blindly, wanting it all and wanting it now, but he evaded her.
“Jay,” she groaned in an agony of need, “I want you. Now. Right now, Jay.” There was no teasing in her words this time, only raw urgency.
Then he was there, over her and her clothes were gone.
“I’m here, baby,” he whispered. He kicked free of his pants and closed his hands over her aching breasts.
She was lost in a world of burning, aching, empty need and only he could fill it. She arched against his weight, seeking his full possession. Her legs curled around his and she moved until she found his hardness. “Now,” she sobbed, as his hot tip pressed lightly between her legs. “Now, Jay, please, please,” she begged. She was beyond caring about anything but the emptiness inside her that cried out for him to fill her.
He held back and she strained against him wildly, succeeding in gaining a little of him as the tip probed her ready opening but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. He refused to give her more and she sobbed in frustration. “Jay!”
He hesitated a moment. Then a shudder went through his frame and he plunged into her deeply.
She screamed.
“Like that?” His hoarse whisper against her ear added to the shivers of sensation running through her. He pinned her flat so she couldn’t move against him or shift to take him more deeply.
“Please. Please.” She trembled beneath him. “Oh, Jay, please.” Her need was a torment that threatened to break her into a thousand aching pieces.
“Everything,” he promised, lifting her to cup and hold her bottom to bury himself further. She gasped at the feel of him pressing deeply and clenched her legs around his hips to try to hold him. “I’ll give you all of it, everything you want,” he added in a low, rough voice.
She closed her eyes and strained in his grasp but he held her still and wouldn’t let her move and refused to move himself.
Anna waited, knowing she was too lost to fight him, helpless with need. She shook with the force of it. And suddenly she understood what he was doing. He was dominating her sexually, demanding her surrender. He wasn’t going to let her find satisfaction until she gave it. Anna made the decision without thinking, relaxing into him, no longer struggling to take control of the situation or retain any control over herself.
Then and only then he relented and gave her what she needed, filling the emptiness and pouring himself into her in a wild, violent frenzy. Each plunging stroke brought a cry from her until she was sobbing and screaming in mingled ecstasy and continued need. He purposely drew it out, holding back and making it build until she thought she’d die if she didn’t find release.
Then it came and he rode with her through the storm.
Spent, he carefully rolled to his back and brought her on top of him, staying deeply inside her. Her tears ran down his chest and she continued to shake from the force of emotion and the violence of her climax.
Finally, she lifted her head and raised wounded eyes to his. “You made me beg,” she accused, hurt. “You made me need you and you made me beg.” Her real complaint, unvoiced, was understood perfectly by both of them. He’d pushed past an inner barrier. She’d not only let him, she’d taken it down and thrown it aside and there was no going back from that. No retreat to safety.
“Yes,” he agreed. He pulled her down and kissed her softly. He tasted the salt of her tears and licked the trail in an animal caress.
Jay stood with her and carried her to the bed, then laid her down and pushed himself into the cradle of her hips. He was already full and heavy with need again and he pressed against her softness in a sensual prelude.
“Why?” Why hadn’t it been enough for him to have her as his lover, why had he demanded everything she was with nothing held back so she could never be without him and be whole again?
“Shh, love.”
He slowly entered her again and Anna closed her eyes to feel the incredible sweetness his deepest touch gave her. Tears still ran down to wet her hair and he brushed them away.
“Shh, baby. Don’t cry.” His tender whisper against her cheek was a soothing caress.
“It’s not fair, Jay,” she protested in a raw voice.
“Shh. Quiet, love.”
Slow, soothing hands explored and pleasured every inch of her in a gentle taking and Anna quieted as he soothed shattered nerves and brought her down from the overstimulated state that had made pleasure almost pain.
“That’s it,” he encouraged when she responded fully to him, curling into him and moving with him. “That’s it, baby. Hold me and come with me. It’s all yours, anything you want.”
She burrowed deeper into him and clung with her arms and legs as he drew her to a final sweet burst of fulfillment that left them both replete and complete in each other.
Afterwards, he wrapped her in his arms and held her close. Before she drifted into sleep, he kissed her swollen lips once more and told her softly, “I love you, Anna.”
As he tucked the quilt around them, she slept, limbs entwined with his in a lover’s tangle.
Chapter Nine
“Sweetheart. Open your eyes.”
The low, teasing voice reached through the haze of sleep and roused her.
“Come on, Anna. Please.”
That was better. Let him beg, for a change. If he wouldn’t let her sleep, that was the least he could do. She stretched slowly and became aware of his long, warm body wrapped around hers. His hands were smoothing her wild tangle of hair and exploring the lines of her face.
“Please, baby, wake up,” he coaxed as he leaned down to kiss her eyelids.
“Why? Do you want to hear me beg some more?” Her voice told him she was thoroughly disgruntled and far from happy with him.
“Are you always cranky when you wake up?”
“Do you always wake up anyone you see peacefully sleeping?”
Jay drew her on top of him in a sleepy heap and arranged her sprawling long limbs comfortably. “Are you sulking?”
“Yes.”
“Would it help if I let you tie me up and make me beg?” he asking teasingly. “I’m an equal opportunity lover.”
That had possibilities. Anna considered some of them while he situated her more conveniently and let her know unmistakably why he’d woken her up. He wanted more. He really could go all night, she realized slowly. Her interest was engaged, if only to ponder the possibilities as an intellectual exercise.
Did she want to tie him up? Yes, but not yet. For now, she kind of liked the way he took charge sexually. He tied her up and it turned her on. He groped her in public and she was ready to come instantly. He made her beg for his cock and when he finally gave it to her, the orgasm was even more intense from the frustration and anticipation.
Jay didn’t make her feel awkward or nervous about her inexperience. He just made her feel hot. He made he
r feel like a slut who would do anything as long as he pleasured Pavlov’s pussy again and if she was honest with herself she had to acknowledge that she enjoyed the feeling.
She was going to take a turn dominating him sexually in the near future, however. When she’d gotten up to speed and felt confident enough to take the lead. Say in another week. That seemed only fair. But if she demanded everything he had to give and got it, then where would that leave them? She wasn’t sure she was ready to find out.
“Anna, my beautiful angel. I want you. I want you so much it hurts. Wake up and love me again,” he urged huskily, trailing heated kisses along the curve of her throat.
It amazed her but feeling the evidence of his desire and hearing it in his voice was enough to send heat curling through her in response. Being lusted after was definitely a heady experience. It made her feel sexy, desirable, eminently worthy of lust.
She stretched against him again, sliding over him, and smiled when he groaned in response. His arousal sparked hers further and kindled an answering fire. She rubbed against him again in a sensuous slither and sighed in delight at the feel of him. She loved it. She wanted more. She was addicted to his body. She just going to have to accept it—she was his and he could do anything he wanted with her. It wasn’t like he was abusing the privilege. It was just hard to acknowledge that another person had so much power over her, that Jay occupied such a vitally important place in her life. It was hard to make the mental transition.
“Maybe I will,” she muttered, torn between irritation at having begged for his body and interest in enjoying it again. Besides, her body wasn’t having any trouble at all making the transition to full surrender. Maybe if she just followed her body, her brain would catch up.
“Love me?” Jay asked hopefully.
“Tie you up and make you beg,” she clarified.
Jay lifted her chin and smiled at her. “Fine with me. I’ll take what I can get.” Then he turned serious. “I didn’t do it to upset you. I wanted to make it better for you. If you didn’t like it, I won’t do it again.”
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