by Marie Force
I smile to myself. I’m good at this. But then I remember his offer of one night, his revelation that he’s dominant in bed, and that we—he and I—will never be more than one night. I’m a mixed-up mess of thoughts and emotions where he is concerned. Yes, I have a massive crush on him and the thought of one minute with him does it for me, so the idea of an entire night in which to gorge on him… I wanted to say hell, yes to that. Yes, yes, yes!
So what’s stopping me from jumping on that monster cock and taking it for the ride of my life? I can’t say it. Even to myself. If I say it, then I’ll have to own it and I can’t. I just can’t want more with him. But I do. There. I said it. I don’t just want him. I like him. I like him a lot, and I’m not sure I can do just one night without wanting more.
As much as I want that one night—and oh my God, do I want it—I don’t want to be devastated afterward, and I have a sneaking suspicion that I will be. Who would willingly subject themselves to that? And the worst part is I’m not allowed to talk to anyone about it. I have to make this decision for myself without consulting with Natalie or Addie or Aileen, the women who’ve become my closest friends since I moved to LA. Hell, who am I kidding? They’re the closest friends I’ve ever had, and the only ones I’d consider discussing something like this with.
It doesn’t occur to me to go against his wishes and reach out to Nat, because I want him to think of me as an adult, not a little girl who runs to her friend—the same friend who happens to be married to one of his bosses. I trust Nat with my life, but I refrain from calling her because he told me not to.
Rock meet hard place. Speaking of hard places… He’d been hugely hard this morning, and I can’t help but think that was for me since he proposed his one-and-done offer shortly after I woke up. Which meant he’d been thinking about me that way, and the thought of me makes him hard. I can work with that.
I walk the short distance to my place, and when I get there, I go immediately to my bedside table, where I retrieve Roger Rabbit. I have so much to tell him since we last met. I spent the night with Emmett, I saw his hard cock, he offered me a one-night stand. The orgasm is quick and cataclysmic. I come harder than I ever have in my entire life. For minutes afterward, I lie panting on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. If the possibility of him can make me come like that, what might the reality of him do for me?
Even the likelihood of utter devastation can’t drown out the desire to experience the reality, to have that one night with him. If that’s all he’s offering, wouldn’t that be better than nothing?
No. It would not be better!
The aftershocks of the epic orgasm say otherwise. I squirm at the thought of that big cock and what he would do to me. He’s hinted at spanking. What else might he do? I probably ought to know that before I decide anything. I’m so worked up thinking about what might happen with Emmett that I have another go with Roger. The second orgasm is bigger than the first, if that’s possible. I come so hard, I think I black out for a second. I’m tempted to spend the day with Roger, but Emmett is waiting for me, so I take Roger in the shower, give us both a good scrubbing, change my clothes and pack a bag, just in case Emmett needs me to stay over tonight, too.
A girl can never be too prepared, and as a hot-shot Hollywood assistant, being prepared is my groove. I toss in an outfit for work tomorrow and and since Addie dropped off my car for me last night, I text Emmett to ask if I can bring my car over there. He responds with the garage code and tells me to park next to him.
If you use that code without my permission, I’ll spank you until you can’t sit down for a week.
Don’t be paranoid.
What possible reason would I have to be paranoid where you’re concerned?
Very good question.
Hurry up, I’m hungry and I need coffee.
Aw, is he grumpy in the morning before he has coffee? I add that detail to the list of things I know about him. That list grew exponentially since yesterday, which will go down in my personal history as one of the best days ever, even if it was a no good very bad day for him and his poor cock. Yes, sir. I’m coming.
I bite back a laugh at the thought of him receiving that last reply. I hope he gets the double meaning. I saw the movies. I know what I’m in for if I agree to be dominated by Emmett, and while kink has never appealed to me, he appeals to me like no guy ever has. So I’m willing to consider it with him, but it’s not something I’d go looking for with someone else.
I hit the coffee shop on my block, pick up coffee and breakfast sandwiches for both of us, and then drive to his building so I’ll have my car if something comes up that I need to do for Marlowe.
Back at his building, I punch in the code he gave me that I’ve already memorized—duh, of course I memorized it—and take the elevator to the fourth floor. I knock on his door and wait for him to let me in. And then he’s there, standing in the doorway, shirtless, hair standing on end, jaw covered in whiskers. With all those muscles on full display, he looks nothing at all like the well put together attorney I see every day at the office.
“You’re staring,” he says.
“You’re gorgeous.”
He steps aside to let me in. “Does every thought in your head come out of your mouth, or does it just seem that way?”
“Are you complaining that someone finds you gorgeous?” I put the tray of coffee and the bag of breakfast sandwiches on the bar that separates the kitchen and living area.
“Most people don’t blurt out things like that.”
Over my shoulder, I meet his gaze. “I’m not most people.”
“No kidding, really?”
Oh, the sarcasm. I love the sarcasm. “I don’t pull punches. If I think it, I say it. No one ever has to wonder, gee, what does Leah think of me, because Leah lets you know. Does that make you uncomfortable?”
“Nope.”
“Hmm, could’ve fooled me.” I hand him a coffee and push one of the wrapped sandwiches across the counter to him, like I’m feeding a starving tiger and am afraid he’ll pounce. Not that I’m “afraid” of him pouncing, per se… “Maybe you’ll sweeten up after you eat.”
His scowl is priceless—and strangely sexy.
My phone rings with a call from a number I don’t recognize. “This is Leah.”
“You called about a band for a wedding next weekend?”
“Yes, thanks for getting back to me. Which one are you?”
He gives me the name of the swing band that was referred by a friend of Addie’s. “We’re playing Friday and Sunday, and we don’t normally do three gigs in a weekend, but you said this is Hayden Roth’s wedding?”
“That’s right, and their band had a death in the family, which is why it’s so last-minute.” I’m going to hell for the lies I’ve told on Addie’s behalf.
“We’ll do it.”
“You will? Oh my God! Thank you so much. The bride and groom will be thrilled.”
“Where do we need to be and what time?”
“The wedding is at the Quantum vineyard in Napa. If you’ll send over your contract, I’ll arrange for transportation and lodging.”
We exchange email addresses, and I end the call with a fist pump and a gleeful squeal. “How do you feel about reviewing a band contract today?”
“Isn’t it kind of late in the game to be hiring a band?”
“Don’t ask. Just give thanks that we found someone.”
“They’ll need to sign an NDA, too,” he says.
“I told them that when I made the first call. I know the drill by now.” I place a call to Addie. “I have good news,” I tell her when she answers. “Timeless is in.”
“Oh, thank God.”
Her relief is so profound that I laugh. “Told you there was nothing to worry about.”
“Right. Nothing to worry about. One week before my wedding and I didn’t have a band. What the hell is wrong with me?”
“Nothing is wrong with you.”
“I’m not like this. I d
on’t forget important things.”
She sounds so undone that my heart goes out to her. “The only thing that truly matters next weekend is you and Hayden. Keep your focus there, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
“Thank you so much, Leah,” she says, sniffling. “You’re a great friend.”
I’m unreasonably complimented. “Tenley, Marlowe and Natalie are all set for dresses?”
“They decided to wear black cocktail length, which makes it easier than having to pick something they all agree on. And Hayden and I picked out gifts for the wedding party last night and put a rush on them.”
“See? Everything is fine. Just keep breathing.”
“I’m trying.”
“Where’s Hayden? Is he with you?”
“He had an early meeting at one of the studios, and I’m on my way to the office.”
“Be careful driving. We can’t let anything happen to the bride on her big week.”
“It’s really happening,” she says softly. “Sometimes I still can’t believe it. I’ve loved him for such a long time.”
Her sweet words bring tears to my eyes. “I think it’s safe to believe it’s going to happen. Call me later and let me know what else I can do.”
“I will. Thanks again, Leah.”
“Happy to help.” I end the call and text Natalie. Have you talked to Addie? She’s super emotional. Kinda worried…
While I wait to hear back from her, I take a sip of my coffee and glance at Emmett, who’s watching me intently. “What?” I swipe a napkin over my face in case there’s egg on it. Wouldn’t be the first time.
“You were very sweet to her.”
“You sound so surprised,” I say with a laugh. “I can be sweet when I want to be.”
“Good to know.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing other than it’s good to know you can be sweet when you want to be.”
I prop my chin on my upturned arm. “Why? Do you like it sweet?”
“Hardly,” he says, scoffing.
Oh, hello. “What does that mean?”
“Eat your breakfast and go to work. I’ve got stuff to do.”
“But things are just getting interesting here. Why would I want to leave?”
“Because I have work to do, and I assume you do, too.”
“I told Marlowe I was taking care of you today.”
“I’m bruised, not sick. I can take care of myself.”
“Why would you want to when I can do it for you?”
“Because,” he says, his voice dropping to a lower octave that makes my panties damp. “Being around you doesn’t help with my recovery. It hinders it.”
I slide off my stool and move around the counter to take a good long look at the tent pole in his sweats, taking perverse pleasure in knowing he’s so easily aroused around me.
“Quit your grinning,” he snaps. “And get the fuck out of here.”
“You know,” I say, licking my lips as I continue to stare, “it might be a good idea to see if everything still works the way it should. I mean, after that kind of injury, you can’t be too careful.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” he asks, sounding a bit… strangled.
“I could, you know, help you out with your… situation.” Marshaling all the courage I can find, I move behind him and place my hands on his shoulders, massaging the tension from his tight muscles. I keep waiting for him to shake me off, but he doesn’t. I can’t believe I’m actually touching and caressing him, and he’s allowing it. Emboldened, I lean forward and press my lips to his back, drawing a gasp from him that becomes a moan when I bite him gently.
Hearing him moan like that because of something I did makes me crazy.
“Leah…”
“Hmm?” I slide my hands around him and flatten my palms over the rippling muscles of his abdomen.
“I don’t think we ought to…”
I’m careful—very, very careful—when I slide my right hand into the waistband of his sweats and run my fingertips gently over his hard cock.
He hisses and lets his head fall back to rest on my shoulder. “Fucking hell,” he whispers.
“Does it hurt?”
Since I’m so close to him, I hear him swallow hard before he gives a small shake of his head.
“You want me to stop?”
“No,” he says through gritted teeth.
And victory is mine! I press my breasts to his back while I continue to drag my fingertips lightly over his steely length. Good God, he’s big and hard. My mouth waters at the thought of the one night he’s promised me. “Could I do this a different way?” I’m afraid of doing or saying anything that will take us out of this moment to remind him he wasn’t going to allow me to get close.
“What way?”
“This way.” I run my tongue over the outer shell of his ear, and his cock surges, getting even bigger and harder.
Did he just whimper? Knowing I’m getting to him makes me giddy.
“What do you say?”
He grabs the hand that’s stroking him, pulls it out of his pants and tugs me along behind him as we relocate to the sofa. Before he sits, I untie his sweats and watch as they slide down over his hips, hanging up on the rigid erection. I’m careful with him as I free his sweats to reveal his badly bruised appendage. Maybe this isn’t such a great idea.
“Emmett…”
“If you stop now, I’ll never forgive you.” His voice is hoarse and sexy, his instructions clear.
I grab a pillow off the sofa and drop to my knees in front of him, using the pillow as a cushion. After seeing the bruises, I’m almost afraid to touch him. The worst of it is about halfway down, so I focus my attention on the wide crown, dabbing my tongue into the tip.
He sucks in a sharp deep breath.
“Tell me if it hurts,” I whisper. “I don’t want to hurt you.” I run my tongue around in circles, going with gentle over seductive, or at least that’s the goal. Judging by the way he gets bigger and harder, the seduction is happening despite my intentions.
His fingers sink into my hair, grasping my skull in his grip.
I take more of him into my mouth. There’s a lot to work with between the top and the bruised area, so I take as much as I can until the tip bumps up against my throat. I flip my eyes up to gauge how he’s doing and find him watching me intently. Our gazes collide, and the feeling that whips through me is like a wildfire of need and want and something else altogether, something I’ve never experienced before. Not like this anyway.
Unnerved by it, I lower my gaze to focus on his rippling abs. I’ve never been with a guy who was in the kind of shape Emmett is in. Before him, washboard abs were something to be revered from afar. I pull back from his thick cock, stroking him with my tongue as I go, and shift my attention to those cut abs, making my licking fantasy a reality as I trace each muscle with the tip of my tongue while his cock pulses and leaks all over. I lick that up, too.
“Leah,” he gasps, tightening his grip on my hair. “Suck it.”
Hell yes, I’ll suck it. I give him what he wants—and what I want, too. I suck him hard and take him in as far as I can, controlling the urge to gag as my throat closes around the tip.
And then he’s coming, his entire body seizing from the powerful release.
I swallow every drop and then bring him back down with gentle strokes of my tongue.
When I venture a look at him, I find his eyes closed, his lips parted and his chest heaving from deep breaths.
“Well, it still works,” I announce when I can speak again.
This is very good news, indeed.
Chapter 6
I’m ruined, wrecked, demolished. Hottest fucking blow job of my life, hands down. I saw stars, actual stars, when I came. And the way her throat closed around my cock… Christ have mercy, I’m already getting hard again just from thinking about it. I realize my fingers are still tangled in her hair and release my tight hold. I hope
I didn’t hurt her. I have all these thoughts before her comment registers. It still works. Thank God, it still works.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice sexy and gravelly after swallowing my load.
God, she’s hot, and it was probably a huge mistake to let her blow me, but hell if I can work up the wherewithal to regret it. “Yeah. You?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she says with a cat-that-swallowed-the-canary grin.
“Rather pleased with yourself, are you?”
“I did some good work here. Even you would have to admit that.”
“I’m more than happy to admit that your work was exceptional.” I caress her face with my finger, and watch her eyes go soft with affection that I’d intended to discourage. When did I begin to encourage rather than discourage? I still think it’s a huge mistake to get involved with her, so I force myself to sit up, to pull my pants up, to disengage while I still can, even as the thought occurs to me that a gentleman would return the favor.
I guess I’m not a gentleman right now, because I don’t dare touch her again out of fear of being unable to stop myself from fully gorging. Neither my dick, nor the rest of me for that matter, could handle a full-on Leah feast today, so that’ll have to wait. In the meantime, I’m content to know the equipment still works, and if the appetizer she served up this morning is any indication, I can look forward to a seriously hot night with her sometime in the near future.
And then things can get back to normal, when she was just a coworker and an occasionally bothersome fly buzzing around my head, driving me crazy. That I could handle. This… I don’t know what to do with the weird feelings of tenderness and desire she arouses in me. I didn’t expect to care about her the way I do. Enough of that. We’re about one night and one night only.
Before I can tell her it’s time for her to go, she says, “I have a legal question for you.”
Oh for Christ’s sake. Seriously? “How can you have any legal questions left after bothering me with them on a daily basis for weeks?”