Naughty or Nice

by Jennifer Hanks

  It only took a few minutes until I was pulling onto the street in front of his townhouse. His car was parked in the driveway, which made my stomach twist into knots, and again, I questioned whether I should just call him. My sister was right, though. What I did was unacceptable and not the kind of businesswoman I wanted to be.

  I took a deep breath, then exhaled loudly and pushed myself from the car before making my way along the short sidewalk. I concentrated on the clicking noise of my heels and walked up the few steps to his door. Hesitating only for a moment, I lifted my hand and rang the doorbell.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Aaron

  I ran the towel over my head and sighed. Who the hell was at my door? I’d gone to the gym right after work to try to get rid of the stress I’d been carrying all afternoon. It helped that I worked out harder than I had in months, but it still wasn’t enough.

  I was pissed.

  I just wasn’t sure anymore if I was pissed that I could very well lose the house of my dreams or pissed that Taylor was capable of something like that after the progress we’d made.

  Or the progress I thought we’d made.

  Grabbing my jeans from the chair, I slid them on and pulled a T-shirt from the dresser before heading downstairs. When the doorbell rang again, I moved a little faster until I stood right in front of the door and yanked it open.

  My eyes widened when I saw my boss standing on the other side. Her eyes flicked down over my chest before they shot back up to my face. I realized then that I still held my T-shirt in my hand.

  “Hi,” she said quietly, her hands clasped together. “I was wondering if I could speak with you for a moment.”

  I nodded and took a step back, gesturing for her to come in, which she did before I closed the door behind her. “Would you like to sit down?”

  She looked around the living room but shook her head. “Umm…no. This won’t take long.”

  I threw my shirt on the chair and put my hands on my hips. “Okay.”

  She cleared her throat. “I wanted to come over and apologize to you in person for my behavior today.” I nodded but waited for her to finish. “That is not the kind of business I’m running, and my behavior was inexcusable. I should’ve called you prior to calling the client and discussed our professional interest in the property.”

  She broke her stare and looked down, but I saw a blush working along her cheekbones. I waited until her eyes came back to mine, knowing they would. She would call on her professionalism to get through this whether I was dressed or not.

  When her eyes landed on mine again, I nodded. “Is that all you needed to say?”

  Her expression was confused, but after a moment, she nodded. “It is. Although, I do think we need to discuss our interests so we can decide who should make a final offer on the house.”

  “Is that all?” I asked quietly. She nodded, and I continued. “So your apology is supposed to make all the shit from earlier just go away?”

  “Well…”

  “You know I just spent almost two hours in the gym trying to work you out of my mind.” I took a step forward, putting us close together. “It didn’t work. And as pissed as I am that you went behind my back, it’s nothing compared to how much it pisses me off that I still want you, especially when I’m almost convinced you don’t want the same.” I lifted my hand and wrapped it around the side of her neck. “I should hate you for what you did.”

  “You don’t?” she whispered; surprise evident on her face.

  I ran my hand down over her shoulder and wrapped it around her hip, squeezing gently. “No.”

  “That’s good, considering we work together.” She tilted her chin up, and I watched her trying to call up her confidence and control.

  I was not letting that happen.

  Grabbing her other hip with my free hand, I yanked her against me, putting us chest to chest. Leaning in, I buried my face against her neck and breathed deeply, my dick harder than it had been only a few minutes ago which I wouldn’t have thought possible.

  “You should back up,” she muttered.

  I ran my lips along her neck until I got to her ear, ignoring her comment. “Is your apology the only reason you came here?”

  She laid her hands against my chest. “Yes.”

  I pushed my hips forward, grinding against her until she whimpered. “Are you sure?”

  When she didn’t answer, I ran my nose along her cheek until we were face to face. Her eyes opened slowly, and I grinned before I crushed my lips against hers. There was no hesitation from either of us once our lips touched. She opened her mouth immediately, and I plunged in, rubbing my tongue along hers, almost desperately.

  She returned the kiss, her mouth molding to mine while her hands ran down my chest to my stomach. With my hands still on her hips, I pushed her backward until her back hit the wall, and then I pulled my mouth from hers, both of us breathing hard.

  “You want this?”

  She shook her head. “I’m your boss.”

  I ground my dick against her core and ran my hands up to the sides of her breasts. “Not here, baby,” I whispered and moved my thumbs until reached her nipples, rubbing slowly. “Here, I’m the boss.”

  She moaned and skimmed her hands to my waist, squeezing when she wrapped her arms around me and let her head fall back. I took the opportunity to lean in and run my tongue up her neck, sucking hard when I got to the sweet spot between her neck and jaw.

  “You want me to take control? You want to finally have a chance to just let go?” I skimmed my lips over hers. “Not think about anything?”

  She only had to nod her head once before I pounced. I couldn’t remember ever wanting someone this much, and I wasn’t about to miss the opportunity she was handing me.

  Crushing my mouth to hers, I ran my hands down and around to the back of her skirt where I found the zipper. The sound it made as I pulled it down sounded erotic in a room filled with only our heavy breathing. I pulled my hands back up and grabbed the waistband, shoving it down over her hips, groaning when I had to push it hard because it was so snug. I squatted down and pulled it the rest of the way, lifting one foot at a time until I held her skirt in my hand.

  I laid my hands on the outside of her legs and ran them up until they were mid-thigh. When she shuddered, I pressed my thumbs between her thighs and pushed her legs apart. “Spread your legs.”

  I grinned when she listened and immediately lifted her foot, making space between for me. I slid my thumbs along her panties in the crease of her thigh, and she rolled her head against the wall. Leaning in, I pressed my nose against the front of her panties and inhaled, feeling her body shudder violently. Fuck, she was hot. Reaching down, I ran my hand along my hard length, grunting at the feeling of pressure where I needed it most.

  I looked up and saw her watching me, her eyelids heavy, her gaze full of lust. I pushed back to standing. “You like watching me rub my dick?”

  She nodded slowly, her breathing shallow. I lifted my hands and slid the first button of her blouse free, watching as I revealed her soft, ivory skin. After the final one, I shoved the blouse from her shoulders and watched it drift to the floor.

  “Take off my jeans,” I commanded, and she met my stare. This was the test. If she listened, I knew she wanted me to completely take control, needed me to. She hesitated only a moment before her hands drifted down to the button, which she quickly slid free.

  She glanced down, but I shook my head and put my finger under her chin, lifting her eyes to mine. “Look at me while you do it.”

  She kept her eyes locked on mine, and I felt rather than saw her pull my zipper down. She ran her hands into the waistband of my jeans and pushed until we both heard them land on the floor. She glanced down, and I heard her breath hitch when she realized I was completely naked.

  I lifted my thumb and ran it along her full bottom lip. “That’s my girl.”

  She ran her hands up my arms until they landed on my biceps. I pushed my hand a
round the side of her neck until I could bury my fingers in her soft hair and pull her mouth toward mine. I crowded her and pressed my dick hard against her panty-covered pussy.

  Grabbing her hand, I put it on my chest. “Touch me, Tay.”

  Her eyes flashed at the nickname I knew was personal to her, considering I’d only heard her sister call her that on the answering machine. I wanted that piece of her too. She hesitated only a moment before she moved her hand down over my stomach and paused. I lifted an eyebrow and watched her until she started moving again and wrapped her hand around my hard length. We both groaned at the contact.

  “Tighten your hand, baby.”

  She did as I said, and I pushed my body as close to hers as I could with her hand between us. I pressed my lips against hers again and kissed her deeply, my tongue sliding against hers over and over again until we had to break apart to breathe.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Taylor

  I’d lost control again. But this time, I didn’t give a damn. He felt good in my hand. Hot and hard, throbbing the more I rubbed my palm over his length. My other hand laid against the solid muscles of his chest, flicking down over an impressive six pack that I hadn’t expected to find. He was long and lean, his shoulders wide, but for some reason, I didn’t expect the amount of determination it would take for him to carve those deep lines that defined his stomach muscles.

  I should have.

  He slid his hand around my waist and dipped it under the back of my panties to cup my ass while shoving his face into my neck, making me moan. He shoved until my panties started to fall, and I dropped his length to help push them off. Truth be told, I wanted him to go faster, wanted to feel him inside me. He’d been right in my office. I did want him to fuck me. What scared me was that I knew deep within myself that once he did, I’d never be the same.

  He grabbed my hand while I kicked my feet out of my panties and wrapped it back around his hard length. I listened to him groan while he reached up and unhooked my bra, letting it fall between us, and only then did I realize that I stood completely nude in front of him. I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious, though, because his mouth locked on mine and I was once again lost to the sensations overwhelming me.

  He kissed me hotly, his hands running down my back and over my ass, pressing his hands on the top of my thighs and pulling my legs farther apart. He ran his fingers through the wetness I couldn’t hide and groaned. “Fuck, baby, you are so wet for me.”

  I dropped my head against the wall and moaned when he rubbed his fingers, slippery now from the wetness, up to my clit and rolled the hard bud. My hips jerked forward completely of their own will, and my body heated.

  Aaron wrapped his hand around my thigh and pulled it up around his hip before sliding his wide cock along my slit and against my swollen clit. The climax roared through me, taking me completely by surprise. I shouted his name and cried out when he pushed inside me and forced another orgasm. Smaller, yes, but no less intense.

  “Look at me, baby.”

  I opened my eyes at his command and focused on his eyes flashing with heat. His hips powered against me, his pace increasing and causing that all-too-familiar tingle to start low in my belly again. He wrapped his hands around my hips and pulled them forward, forcing my shoulders deeper into the wall.

  “Do you feel that?”

  I looked down at where we were connected before my eyes met his again.

  “Say it,” he demanded.

  “I feel it,” I breathed out.

  And I did. I didn’t know what it was, but it was something I’d never felt before. Not with any man.

  He increased his pace almost like he knew exactly what I needed, what I wanted without me even having to speak. His hips powered against me, a fine sheen of sweat covering his shoulders and chest before he dropped his face into the side of my neck and jerked his cock from inside me. I didn’t have to look down, I felt what he’d done, and I appreciated it, considering I hadn’t even thought about using a condom. He pulled back, and we both looked down at the white strips covering my belly. He ran his fingertip through the mess he made and drew circles over my belly to right below my breasts.

  He dropped his hand and wrapped it around mine, pulling me to walk beside him. I followed him without thinking, without asking questions, until we were inside his bathroom, and he was running water over a washcloth he pulled from the cabinet beside his large shower. He wrung it out and ran it along my stomach, cleaning himself from me before he threw the cloth into the sink and pulled me into his bedroom.

  He pulled back the covers of his large king-sized bed, and I tugged my hand free. “I need to go.”

  He shook his head. “Not yet.”

  I hesitated, but I honestly wanted to lay with him, which was something else I’d never experienced with another man. I climbed onto the bed, and he crawled in behind me, wrapping his arms around me and tangling his legs with mine.

  I don’t remember falling asleep, but I did, and when I woke, it was because there was a deep fluttering low in my belly. My eyes opened slowly, and I looked down to see Aaron’s eyes watching me while his fingers slowly pumped in and out of my body. I moaned and attempted to reach down and touch when I realized I couldn’t move my arms. I jerked my head to the side and looked right and then left only to see silk ties securing my wrists to the headboard.

  My eyes snapped back to Aaron who was grinning. “Why am I tied up?”

  “Do you trust me?”

  I hesitated and shook my head, but that was a lie, and we both knew it. I didn’t answer, and he waited patiently, his finger still working its way slowly in and out of my body, but he didn’t do more.

  He was waiting for me to answer.

  And I knew if I said no, he’d untie me immediately.

  I just didn’t want to.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  His eyes flared with intensity. “Just feel, baby.”

  I watched while he moved down my body, his mouth finding my clit and sucking gently while his fingers slowly pumped me higher and higher. I wanted to touch him, but I also loved the feeling that I didn’t have to do anything except feel. My only job was to find my own pleasure. I didn’t have to think. I didn’t have to plan. I had absolutely no control.

  And I loved every minute of it.

  He drove me higher and higher until I cried out and orgasmed so hard that I saw white spots around the edges of my vision. I felt him slide inside me and grab my ankles before he laid them on his shoulders. He was deeper than I’d ever felt, and he’d been right when he promised me earlier that I’d crave him after he fucked me. I had no doubt I would never forget this night.

  “I need...” I whispered.

  “Say it,” he said, his face over mine, his eyes intense. “Say you want me to fuck you.”

  “I can’t,” I admitted.

  He leaned down and kissed me deeply. “It’s just us here, baby. You can say whatever you want to me.”

  He hit a spot inside me that made my eyes roll back and I caved, giving him the words he needed and I secretly wanted to say. “Please, Aaron. Please, fuck me harder.”

  His eyes flashed with heat and need when he increased his pace, and I felt myself building again, faster this time, then I exploded so fast I lost my breath. He pumped his hips fast and hard a few more times before he shouted and collapsed on top of me, careful to hold his weight up on his elbows.

  He lifted his head and grinned, his eyes dazed and sleepy. He kissed me slowly while he raised his hand and untied me, pulling my arms down one at a time and rubbing his thumbs over my wrists.

  He pushed off the bed, and I watched him pull off a condom while he walked toward the bathroom. God, he was so sexy. I heard the water run but only for a moment before he was back in bed with his arms around me. He rolled me to my side and laid up against my back, his lips against my neck. He wrapped one hand around my breast and sighed, settling into me.

  Almost as if we did this every nig
ht.

  I refused to let myself consider how that might feel.

  “Stay the night,” he said sleepily from behind me.

  I heard his breathing even out before I ever answered. I settled into his body, and for the first time in a long time, I felt myself relax and fall immediately to sleep.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Taylor

  What had I done? Besides sneak out of Aaron’s bed this morning after a night I knew I’d never forget, what the hell had I done? I groaned when I unlocked the door to the main office and pushed through the door. My employee, really?

  Walking back to my office, I threw my bags and purse on the chair in the corner before digging out my cell phone and putting it on my desk. He hadn’t texted or called. He had to know by now that I left. It was almost eight in the morning, but I’d heard nothing, and I didn’t get the impression that the Aaron I spent last night with would appreciate me sneaking out this morning.

  I wouldn’t have expected him to be so controlling in bed, and I especially wouldn’t have expected to love it, but I had. An entire evening of not having to make any decisions. An entire evening to get out of my own head and just feel.

  It had been phenomenal.

  But it was a one-time thing.

  Sitting down, I grabbed my phone and checked it again. Even though I knew there weren’t any messages since I’d only just looked, I still needed to confirm it for some reason. I turned on my computer, deciding to dive into my work in an effort to just forget what I’d done and stop worrying about what might come today.

  Not surprisingly, I had a hard time concentrating, but I kept working until I heard the bell on the door ring and looked up. Kate moved through the door and headed for her desk. It was only another moment before she skirted around her desk and headed toward the small kitchen area near her desk. She was usually the first to arrive after me, and when she started, she used to come to my door and say good morning, to which I would say, please close my door. Then she just stopped coming to my door, and I would eventually stand and close it myself once the other agents arrived.