by Tabke, Karin
Biting her lip to keep from moaning, she murmured. “I was hoping so.”
He bit her neck, causing her to gasp and catching the attention of the women seated on either side of her.
Removing his hands from her body, Kat bit back a cry of displeasure. But Simon had other more intimate plans. He took his black suit jacket off and settled it around her shoulders for more privacy. As crowded and as intimate as it was in the Redwood Room, one only had to be close enough to see Kat’s face to know what the sexy man standing behind her was up to.
“I’m going to do bad things to you, Dr. Winslow,” he rasped.
Her body shook violently with anticipation. Simon skimmed his hands beneath his jacket and around her waist, cupping her breasts in his big hands. The urge to melt back into him, in complete surrender was overwhelming.
“Oh, and no bra? You are very naughty, my little minx,” he crooned, brushing his lips along her jugular. Heat pooled as he nibbled her neck. “I love your tits, Kat. I dream of them.” He stroked the taut nipples, pebbling them harder. Kat squirmed in her chair, the pressure between her thighs building. “If I could get away with it, I’d turn you around, pull down your top and ravage them until you cried out for me to stop.”
“Simon,” she gasped as she reached back and rubbed the palm of her hand along his swelling cock. She wanted that. And more.
Hissing in a sharp breath, one-handed, Simon grasped her wrists, imprisoning her. But because of the way he had her hands, she could still feel his erection against her palm. “You are going to get a spanking for that,” he moaned as he trailed his right hand down her waist, then to her thigh. As he had before his drink came, Simon moved his hand beneath her silk skirt and this time, she parted her thighs invitingly.
Being in public with Simon, the sexiest man on the planet, and knowing she had an audience in Evan, was the ultimate turn-on for Kat. Evan could kiss her ass, and everyone in the place who was wishing she was sitting in Kat’s seat could, too. Simon, for now, was hers.
Holding her breath in anticipation, not knowing how far Simon would go but more than willing to follow him, she closed her eyes and pressed her back against his chest.
“Simon,” she softly purred, biting her bottom lip to keep from asking him to touch her more deeply.
“What is it, Cinderella? Ask me anything and I’ll give it to you.”
“You,” she exhaled as his fingers swirled along the tender flesh of her inner thigh, closer to her core, closer to where she wanted him to be. “Oh, Simooon,” she hummed when he slid a fingertip across her swollen clitoris.
“Jesus, Kat, you’re soaking wet,” he rasped, slowly stroking her. “And your clit is so hard.”
Parting her thighs to give him greater access, Kat fought to regulate her breath. It took everything she had not to slide her hand down his arm, to his hand and press one of his big fingers into her. He touched her in such a provocative way, and it incited such a wild rush of desire that she didn’t care who saw, because the only thing that mattered was becoming one with him again.
When she had agreed to go out with Simon tonight, Kat had known how the evening would end. She wanted that ending now, so that they could start all over again.
A deep moan escaped her lips when Simon swept his fingers across her sweltering lips. Tilting her hips, she pressed into his hand.
“You’re creating quite a scene, Kat,” he rasped against her ear. “The way you look right now is such a turn-on. Your ex is to your left sucking wind, wishing he had held on to the best thing he ever had. Oh, such perfect revenge, isn’t it Cinderella? Him watching you getting turned on by the man who gave you your first orgasm? Something he never could give you.” He nibbled her ear. “I want you come in my hand, Kat. I want him to watch you come.”
Kat could barely breathe, she was so excited. “Imagine me clearing this bar top, Cinderella, laying you down on it while the entire room watched me take you.”
His deep, sex-laden voice and evocative words conjured up an electrifying scene in Kat’s head. Combined with the rhythmic strum of his blunt fingertips across her clit, the wave of an orgasm built deep within her. “Every other man in this place wants inside you, too, sweetheart. You are so sexy and hot, and so damn fuckable right now. But you’re all mine.” He tugged at an earlobe with his teeth. “And I don’t share what’s mine.”
As he said the words, Kat opened her eyes and caught Evan’s furious gaze on them.
Leaning her head back against Simon’s chest, she bit her bottom lip to keep the moan of pleasure from escaping as the orgasm unfurled inside of her. As she gasped for air, Simon pulled her hair back, forcing her to arch. “Say you’re mine, Kat. Say it now.”
“I’m yours, Simon,” she gushed as her soaked pussy constricted.
He increased the pressure of his fingers, helping her ride out the orgasm that stunned her not only in its intensity but the ease in which he got her there. It took everything she had not to cry out his name as the waves crashed in one jolting hit at a time within her. “You understand I don’t share?”
“Yesss,” she hissed.
His lips brushed her ear as he said, “If I catch you looking at another man, Kat, I’m going to punish you.” His voice had more than a hint of menace in it.
“Yes,” she breathlessly said.
“I want to clear this bar top and fuck you so bad I can’t stand it.”
“Take me home, Simon,” she begged as the orgasm finally began to subside. No man had ever taken her home. She wanted to see where Simon slept, smell his sheets, wake up with him in the morning.
“Not so fast, Cinderella, I want to show you off to the world. I can’t do that at my house.” He nibbled her ear as he slowly withdrew his hand from between her legs. “But if you’re so hot to trot,” he chuckled. “I’ll get us a room upstairs, because we’ll never make it back to my place.”
She cooled at the mere suggestion that they get a room here. She knew she was being irrational, especially since Simon was willing to take her home, not hide her away in a hotel room like a dirty little secret.
When he moved away from he took his body warmth with him. “You don’t want to take me home?” Why did that sound pathetic to her?
“I would love to take you to my place, but I don’t think I can wait that long.”
Pushing completely away from him, Kat turned around in the chair and stared up at him. “Then exercise a little self-control, and take me home,” she said, sternly leaving no room for misinterpretation.
He smiled that dashing smile that melted her every time. “That’s fine with me, but understand, that will be the end of our date night, because once I get you undressed, you’re going to stay that way until Monday morning.”
Heat rose in her cheeks. That was exactly what she wanted. “I’d like that.”
“When you blush,” he said, huskily, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, “I get hard.”
She blushed again.
“You’re killing me, Cinderella, killing me.”
Kat grinned, so very happy, she felt like shouting it to the world. “I have that effect on people.”
Kissing the tip of her nose, he tossed a wad of bills on the bar, slid his hands around her waist, and lifted her off her barstool as if she didn’t weigh a pound. “Then let’s go, killer, before the fairy godmother fucks everything up.”
As he took her hand, she tugged him to stop.
“What?” he asked impatiently, wanting to get her into his bed as much as she did.
“There’s someone I want to formally introduce myself to, and you, too.”
He raised a dark brow. “Really? Now?” he groaned, rubbing the back of her hand against his impressive erection. “Who is more important than me getting inside you?”
“No one, but I don’t want to miss
this opportunity to introduce myself and you to Evan and his wife.”
“After that show we gave them, you want to go over there?”
“More than you know.” When he didn’t move she squeezed his hand. “Please, Simon, I need to do this.”
Scowling, he nodded, then kissed her forehead. “Lead the way.”
Smiling, she handed him his suit jacket and realized he looked hotter than any man had the right to look in his tailored black suit and crisp white linen shirt. No tie, he didn’t need one. It would only detract from his hotness.
“You look good enough to eat, Captain,” she said, straightening his collar.
He grinned, liking her compliment. When she finished with his collar, he reached for her wrap, and placed it low on her shoulders.
“And I’m famished,” she added, rising up on her toes and brushing her lips across his.
He growled and caught her bottom lip in his teeth before letting it go. “Keep talking like that and we won’t make it out of this bar.”
“Hmm …” She winked at him. “Maybe we won’t?”
He shook his head, took her hand, and let her lead him to Evan, who turned as white as a ghost as they approached.
“Dr. Scott,” Kat happily chirped. “Fancy meeting you here. I distinctly remember you saying how much you didn’t like this place.”
The coward tossed his drink back and stood, making a move to leave the table.
“Dr. Scott, is it?” Simon asked, grabbing the prick’s bicep before forcing him to shake hands. “Simon,” he continued, squeezing the life out of Evan’s hand. “So you work with Kat? She’s mentioned you several times.” He looked at Kat and grinned. She laughed as if they shared a private joke at Evan’s expense. “Now I understand everything.”
“Darling?” Mrs. Scott asked, raising a finely arched brow.
Immediately, Kat didn’t like her. The last time Kat saw the woman she was wearing her husband’s shirt. And Kat was drunk. But she did have to hand it to Evan, his wife was a knockout. Tall, blond, confident. Hah, if she only knew what her husband had been up to the last six months.
“Darling, this is Dr. Winslow?”
“Yes, we worked together at Genomtec.”
“Really,” the woman drawled as if she could not believe someone like Kat could have a brain. “After that slutty little performance, you and your”—she looked at Simon with a sneer—“friend put on, Dr. Winslow, I never would have guessed you had half a brain, much less one of a renowned scientist.”
That cut to the quick. But it only reinforced the fact that in Kat’s occupation, sex and brains were not supposed to come in the same package, and if they did and you were a woman, you were still not taken seriously. Kat opened her mouth to tell Mrs. Scott she was only getting from Simon what her husband could never give her, but Simon spoke first.
“I’ve made it a rule, no matter how far I was pushed by one, never to strike a woman.” He moved into the ice queen’s personal space. “But for you, Madame, I will gladly break that rule.” He pulled Kat into the protective curve of his arm. “Before you go using such derogatory language, ask your husband where he’s been sticking his dick for the last six months.”
Whirling Kat around, he strode away from the gaping jaws of the foursome, and through the crowded bar.
Simon’s pace was quick, his stride long, and she could barely keep up. When she looked up at him, his jaw was clenched and a little muscle worked in his cheek.
“Are you angry?” she asked, wondering what she could have possibly done to anger him.
He steered her into a dark semicircular alcove just off the main lobby area.
“You’re damn right, I’m angry,” he said. He moved her into the wall. Taking her chin in his hand, he notched her face up to look him straight in the eye. “Why did we have to go through that little exercise?”
“Because I wanted Evan to see what he was missing.”
“Why?”
“Because, I—just did.”
“Do you still have feelings for him?”
“Who?”
“Scott.”
tunned, Kat gaped at Simon. “How can you ask me that?”
“Answer the question, Katrina.”
Wrenching her chin from his grasp, she said, “You were there, you picked up the damn pieces, Simon!” She pushed him away. “You put me back together again and now you stand there and ask me if I still have feelings for that asshole? The same asshole who claims I sexually harassed him and that I’m a thief, to boot?”
“Answer the damn question!” he bellowed.
“No! Damn it. I’m not going to answer such a laughable question.”
His face turned to stone. “I’ll make sure you get home safely.”
He turned to walk away. Impulsively, she grabbed his jacket sleeve. She’d never fought for a man before, and damn if she was going to come this far with Simon only to have him walk away from her in a jealous huff. “Trust goes both ways, Simon,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He turned and the look on his face mirrored every emotion she was feeling at that moment. Anger, desire, longing, and fear.
Swallowing hard, he reached up and ran his fingertips along her cheek down to her lips. “Kat,” he huskily said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means if we continue—I’m going to do something to fuck it up.”
“And you’re telling me this now because?”
“I’m acting like an ass for starters,” he confessed jamming his fingers through his hair.
“Because you’re jealous?”
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe you’re jealous because you like me.” She grinned and nudged him. “A lot.”
Shaking his head in denial, he said, “I don’t get jealous.”
“There’s a first time for everything, Simon.”
“You don’t understand. I don’t like how it makes me feel and I don’t like how it makes me treat you.”
“Be careful, Captain, that you don’t fall in love with me.”
“Be careful, Doc, that I don’t break your heart.”
She choked back a sob with a laugh. “Not if I break yours first.”
His brows rose and his eyes shone brightly, a smile tugged at the corner of his very kissable lips. “I’m in uncharted territory here, Doc. Had I known what I know now when we bumped into each other outside that elevator, I’d have turned and run as fast and as far away as I could.”
“Yeah, well, you didn’t,” she murmured, “You’re here now, and I’m not going to let you go.”
“I don’t think I would let you even if you tried,” he admitted, and Kat knew that cost him a lot to voice.
“Good, now take me to your bed and make mad passionate love to me before I decide to kick you to the curb like all the others before you.”
Sliding a strong arm around her waist, he pulled her against his hard chest. Grazing her lips with his, he said, “I hope I made the bed.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she dug her breasts into his chest and was rewarded with a groan of pained pleasure. “I don’t care, we’re just going to mess it up anyway.”
She turned him around and pushed him against the wall she had been pressed against. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, Captain.” Then she kissed him senseless.
They were like two teenagers in the backseat of a car, their hands everywhere, their lips locked in a hard, out-of-control kiss. When Simon’s hand slid down her back and he grabbed her ass, pulling up her skirt and exposing her sultry skin, her excitement skyrocketed.
From the moment she had looked at herself in the mirror earlier that evening and realized she was beautiful and held power, she
had switched from a skittish scientist into a sensual cat, one who knew how to use her assets. Sexual control was a high she would never get tired of. And having a stud of such caliber as her Captain shot her confidence to epic levels. Watching the way Evan, despite everything that was happening with him, lusted after her as Simon seduced her on the bar stool was an aphrodisiac in and of itself.
Now, just out of sight from people walking past them in the hotel hallway, the sexual adventuress in her bubbled to the surface.
Sliding down his zipper, she caught his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged. “I want you, here and now, Simon,” she said, breathlessly against his lips.
“No, not here, sweetheart,” he growled as his hips ground into her hand.
“Yes, here,” she gasped, pulling him free of his trousers. In unison they moaned with pleasure. “Oh, my, God, Simon, I forgot how big and hard and warm you are.” He was all of that and more.
“The better to pleasure you with, my dear,” Simon teased, pressing hotly into her hand.
Lifting her leg, Simon spun her around, slamming her against the wall. “You’re playing with fire, minx,” he rasped, just as the thick head of his cock nudged her slick lips with the impact.
Undulating, she caught the head of him. “I need you inside me now, Simon,” she begged. How quickly the tables had turned. The adventuress was no longer the one in control. Simon controlled all.
“I want inside of you more than I have wanted anything in my life,” he confessed. “But this isn’t how I wanted our first time to be.”
Grinding against him, she caught another thick inch and pulled him inside. “I don’t know what you mean; this isn’t our first time.”
“I want to make love to you, Cinderella, in my castle,” he rasped, steeling himself against her.
“Oh, you are so sweet,” she purred, now feeling back in perfect control. “I do love you for wanting tonight to be polite. But Simon”—she tilted her hips and dug her nails into his thick hair, pulling his head back to look up at her—“I’ve discovered that when it comes to you, I’m a very dirty girl. And dirty girls like to fuck where and when they want to fuck.” She impaled herself on the thick wide length of him. “And,” she purred as he capitulated with a low moan of surrender, “I want to fuck now.”