by C. A. Bell
“Am not.”
“So why haven’t you yet?”
“I’m biding my time, waiting to see if anything better shows up.”
“Fuck.” He swigged his water. “This is not good. You’ve got it bad, big man.”
“Got what bad?” I said, starting to get agitated at his accurate observation.
“The jitters.”
“I don’t do nerves. You know that.” I lifted a brow and remained aloof.
“If you say so.”
I straightened my posture. I was going in, if only to maintain my pride.
I grabbed my drink from the bar. “See you later.”
Striding over, I observed her again. She was sat swirling her drink into a whirlpool, just staring at it. She looked like a woman who’d either had a stressful day at work, or been kicked out of bed for a younger model. I approached with caution and took the pew beside her on the tall bar stool.
She looked up as I sat down and smiled.
“Hi.”
She frowned at me again. “I know you, don’t I?”
I mirrored her expression. Did she know me? I was pretty sure she didn’t. Unless… was she finally doing an article on me to put in Suave? Oh God, I hoped so. Bad or good, I didn’t care. To get into Suave, the most sophisticated magazine around, was like getting on the rich list.
My head smoothed. “I’m not sure. You tell me.”
You + Me = Insanely Hot
Brooke Knight
I ordered a G&T, no ice, and took a seat at the bar. Lennox Grant had well and truly fucked me off. How dare he use me? I didn’t care if his story was true or not, or that he had shagged me senseless. No, this was a matter of pride. That bastard had used me to get back at his ex. He’d played me the whole time, and the thought that he was probably sitting there laughing at me the whole time sent my inner bitch through the roof. The knobhead was going to pay. I just wasn’t sure how, yet. I was beyond irritated with the whole situation, and Jasmine Chambers and her sexy arse were only adding to my frustrations.
I’d called in to Bar Noir on the way home, hoping to either smash into Lennox and rip his balls off, or bump into Jasmine and rip her knickers off. After she’d left my office earlier, all I had been thinking about was getting between her tanned thighs and fucking Lennox off in the process. But upon glancing around the place when I got here, it appeared that I wouldn’t be making contact with either of them.
I glanced at my watch—eight twenty. There was still hope.
I felt eyes on me as I sat staring down into my drink, plotting revenge. Instantly, I snapped my head up and caught the eye of a man across the bar. As soon as he saw me looking, he turned around.
In your dreams, mate. But, oh, hang on… who’s your friend?
I tried to catch a proper glimpse of him, but there were too many heads in the way. All I could make out was a navy suit, black hair, and a come lick me jaw line. From what I could see, I liked. A lot.
He started heading my way. The sudden movement caught me off guard. I looked down into my drink, but I couldn’t help it—I had to look up. And I was glad I did. He was gorgeous. I gave him the once over—nice shoes, great legs, potential in the crotch region, well-tailored suit, scratchable wide shoulders, and… wait a minute… Did I know him? His face seemed familiar.
As he continued past, I wracked my brains. Was he an associate, something to do with Suave? Had he been featured? No, I would have remembered. Had I seen him in another magazine? Was he a model, maybe? Hell, he certainly had the body for it. Maybe he was a drunken one-nighter? Whoever he was, I was keen to find out.
I caught sight of him in my peripheral vision leaving the bathroom, and turned as he neared to get a decent view. We made eye contact. He nodded and shot me a quick smile. My pussy clenched. Fuck, I’d just found a way to help ease my frustrations.
I decided to give it a little while before I made my move, and continued plotting against Lennox as I swirled the liquid in my glass around. How could I get back at the fucker? The story Jasmine had given me wasn’t enough. Yes, it might bring some crap his way due to his forceful, perverted nature, but that wasn’t enough. I wanted his ball back on a platter, only this time, I wanted his cock on there, too.
Expensive cologne filled my nose. I looked up to see the hunk I couldn’t place taking the stool next to mine.
“Hi.” He smiled.
My forehead crinkled as the familiar feeling took a hold of me again. “I know you, don’t I?”
He frowned. “I’m not sure. You tell me.”
“I know I do. I just can’t place you.”
I stared at him for a while, his eyes on mine, staring deep. Bingo. It came to me.
“That’s it. You were in the shop on Oxford Street earlier buying a copy of Suave, weren’t you?”
He frowned. “I was.” Slowly his head unwrinkled and his eyes widened. “No way. That was you?”
I nodded.
“Well I never. If I had known it was you—” He stopped himself.
“If you’d known it was me…?”
“Okay. Confession time. But first, can I get you a drink?”
“Sure. Gin and tonic, please.”
I watched him lift his hand to the bartender and checked him out. He was hot. His stylish, precisely placed dark hair, slightly tanned skin, and nibble needing jaw line sent my core salivating. I shifted in my seat.
After he ordered our drinks, he turned to face me. “I know who you are. You’re Brooke Knight, owner of Suave. What can I say…? I’m a big fan of your magazine.”
“I’m pleased you enjoy it. And you are?”
“Max Harper.” He held his hand out.
I took it firmly. “Nice to meet you, Max.”
“Likewise.”
“So, you know what I do for a living. How about you?”
He smiled. “I guess you could call me an entrepreneur.”
“Really? In what line of business.”
He chuckled.
“What?”
“Sorry. I was going to throw you some really cheesy line then, but thought better of it.”
The tender placed our drinks in front of us and Max handed him a note. I waited for them to complete their transaction, then said, “Oh you were? What was it?”
He grabbed his glass and shook his head.
“Oh, come on. What was your line? I’ll tell you if it would have worked or not.” I winked.
“Okay… ask me what line of business I’m in again.”
I grinned. “And what line of business are you in, Max?”
He caught my eye and moved closer. “The line that runs down the back of your dress.”
I pulled a thoughtful face. “Huh? I don’t get it.”
“You what?”
“I don’t get it.”
“The line that runs down the back of your dress. That’s my line of business.”
“Oh.” I frowned. “And that works?”
“Until now, apparently.” He laughed.
“Yeah, you need to get some new lines, stud. Not that you really need lines anyway. That cute butt and smile ought to do it.”
I wasn’t in the mood for playing around. I just wanted to get him naked and between my legs.
“You reckon?”
“I do.”
I tipped the rest of my drink down my throat then reached for the one he’d bought and did the same.
“Listen, Max, I’m really not one for small talk. I don’t have the time. So, you want to come back to my place and fuck?”
His jaw almost hit the floor.
After a couple of seconds of pure flabbergastedness on his part, he knocked the rest of his drink back and stood. “Get your coat. You’ve pulled.”
I smiled. “Fucking fabulous.”
He held his arm out and I took it.
“You know,” I said, as we headed for the exit, “you’re hot.”
He dipped his head. “Thank you.”
“And I’m hot, too.”<
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“I’ll say.”
“So.” I stopped him before we reached the door and pulled him to face me. “I reckon tonight is going to be fucking insanely hot.”
I closed the gap between us and pushed my lips against his before sticking my tongue in his mouth. God, he tasted good. I couldn’t wait to get him back to mine.
Max Harper
Holy mother and fuck a duck, I could not believe what was happening. Brooke Knight had her tongue down my throat and her hand on my arse in the middle of the bar. When she’d asked me to come back to hers and fuck, holy shit I nearly came in my pants. She was right; tonight really was going to be insanely hot.
My tongue rolled around hers, taking in the alcohol before we both withdrew for air.
“Come on.” She smiled, taking my hand. “I’ll call my driver.”
As she virtually dragged me out, I threw James a quick wink as he leant against the bar, watching and wishing he were me.
We waited for her car outside under the bar’s awning, our lips, tongues and hands all over one another.
I still couldn’t believe it. My balls were going to be banging against Brooke Knight before the end of the night. I was that horny I’d almost forgotten the reason I was even in the bar. My cock thickened even more against her thigh as the sexiest image took over my mind. Jasmine, spread out on my bed like a starfish, while Brooke crawled up the bed towards her, arse swaying. Me, sat in a chair in the corner, watching, licking my lips, stroking myself. Now that was a scenario worth saving for later.
“Ah, here he is.”
I noted the regal Bentley as we strolled towards it, hand in hand. The driver gave me a nod as we approached. I returned his gesture, then slipped onto the backseat after Brooke did.
“Home, Jacob,” she instructed, hand slipping down the front of my trousers.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I jerked my hips as she gripped my hard-on through my boxer shorts. Then she released me and slid from the middle seat to the one next to the window.
“So, Max. Tell me what it is you really do. Oh, no, actually, let me guess.”
She obviously didn’t want to play in front of her driver. I got comfortable. “Go ahead.”
“Hmm, well, judging from the good suit, smart hair, polished shoes, and smooth hands—” she winked “—I can tell you are quite well off. Not as well off as me, but still, you have enough money to be on my radar.”
I smiled. Her ego was as big as mine. I loved it.
“So, I’m guessing you are in some sort of financial role. Maybe an accountant for someone important. Am I close?”
“Nope. Nowhere near.”
“A model?”
I ran my hand through my hair and pouted. “Do you think?”
“Oh my God, am I right?”
“No. But I could be, right.”
“Definitely.”
She pondered, chewing her sexy, plump bottom lip. “It’s something very male.”
“What gives you that impression?”
“I’m not sure. You’re too manly to be in something pappy like fashion or cosmetics… Okay, tell me.”
“You really want to know?”
“Mhm. Hit me.”
“I’m a poker player.”
Her face twisted into a surprised look. “A poker player? That’s how you make your money?”
“Mhm. That’s what I do.”
“So… let me get this straight. You gamble for a living?”
“Yep. Best poker player around. Surprised you haven’t heard of me.”
“Wow, I did not expect that. That’s kinda bad boy sexy.”
“You think?”
“Mhm.”
She licked her lips and fidgeted against the leather seat. The thought of a bad boy gambler obviously got her panties wet.
“You can’t have been a gambler all your life, though. What did you do before that?”
“Before, I was, as you rightly guessed, in accountancy.”
“Ah, I see. Knew there was something like that going down.”
I chuckled. “Anyway, enough about me. Let’s talk about you, or that fucking great exclusive you got on Lennox Grant.”
“Do you know him?” The mood in the car instantly dropped.
“No, not personally.”
“Good.”
Silence filled the air.
“Okay, I sense some wounds here.”
“No. I just don’t like the guy, that’s all.”
“You know him?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“What about his ex?” I asked, hoping to get a lead.
“What about her?”
“Do you know her?”
She scrunched her nose up. “Do you mind if we change the subject. It’s kinda killing my libido and we’re nearly back.”
“Sure thing, baby.”
I leaned over and stuck my tongue in her mouth. The last thing I wanted was her drive slipping. I had sexy filth planned for this woman.
A Private Show
Max Harper
I glanced around the vast space as she closed the door behind us. Brooke Knight was a perfectionist. There wasn’t a speck of dirt or out of place object anywhere. The place was pure white—the walls, the ceiling, the tiled floor. I hadn’t expected any less.
“Drink?”
Was she kidding me? Unless it was poured from between her toes, hell no, I didn’t want a drink.
“If you are.” I smiled, hoping she was only being polite.
“This way.”
I followed her through to the kitchen, cursing myself for not saying no and pounding her on the nearest flat surface.
“What’s your poison?” She opened a cabinet full of liquor.
“Whiskey, please.”
“Sure thing.”
I took a pew on a stool at the breakfast bar and checked the place out while she sorted the drinks. The kitchen was pure white, too, bar the kettle, toasters, and coffee machine, which were black.
“Here you go.” She pushed the glass along the surface towards me and I caught it like a cowboy out of a western.
I picked it up. “Cheers.”
“Cheers.” She lifted her glass to me then knocked the whole lot back.
Had nerves suddenly got the better of her? Something was wrong. That sexy glint in her eye had vanished completely.
Brooke Knight
What was wrong with me? There I was with a smoking hot hunk in my house and I asked him if he wanted a drink. I should have just ripped his clothes off the minute we’d stepped in… but I didn’t. The mention of Lennox Grant had sparked my inner vengeance off again, and it had slowly risen and engulfed my libido, swallowing it whole. I had to get my sexy back on. There was no way in hell I was going to let that using arsehole spoil my night with this stud muffin.
Maybe some ambient music would help shake my arse into action.
I grabbed the remote to the kitchen sound system and pressed play. Bassy music bounced through the room.
He grinned. “A private show?”
I smiled. That could work. I turned the lights down to a dim glow and climbed up onto the breakfast bar. Positioned on all fours, I crawled towards him. He licked his lips and shuffled in his seat, no doubt wanting to adjust his rising cock as it strained against his tight fitting trousers.
“A private show?” I asked, approaching him head on.
“Fuck.” He glanced down at my cleavage.
“Oh, you like those?” I squeezed my tits together using the tops of my arms.
“Like is an understatement.”
I rose to just my knees, swaying my hips slightly to the music. “Do you want to see them?”
His eyes sparkled. “Yes.”
I reached behind, grasped the zip fastener, and pulled it down before slipping my arms out of my Audrey Hepburn, Breakfast at Tiffany’s style work dress.
Hmm, tricky position. I reached out and rested my hands on his shoulder as I pushed myself up onto
my heels. The dress fell to my ankles and I kicked it away like I was some kind of pro-stripper. I watched his eyes climb my legs to my thong where he hovered for a while before moving to my bra.
I looked down at him, hair cascading over my shoulders partially covering my boobs, my hips moving side to side. “So far?”
“So far?” His eyes didn’t move from my body.
“You like?”
He reached down and grabbed his crotch, emphasizing his hard-on as he tightened the material around it. “What do you think?”
“I think Mr. Harper likes a private show.”
He reached out and stroked my leg. “You’d be correct.”
Goosebumps raced up my body and sent my core clenching. Fuck. My libido had exploded all over that nasty vengeance that sat in the pit of my stomach. I was raring to go.
I bent down, heels firmly against the marble worktop, and rolled my hips in front of him. His gaze instantly fixed on my pussy. I bumped and grinded right in front of him for a while before standing and spinning around to give him a good view of my arse.
He growled in his throat. God, I wanted to tease his balls to explosion and watch his come slowly soak his trousers as his head pulsed against the cotton.
The stool scraped along the floor, forcing me to turn and see what he was up to. He was stood, just about to move in for the kill. I could tell. Men always had that same look on their faces when they were just about to move in for pussy. Kind of a bewildered, puppy dog face. Like a good dog who was sat patiently waiting to be told it could eat.
Wrapping his arms around my calves, he looked up and smiled before lifting me. I screamed a little, fearing I might fall, but he had me secure.
“Which way is the bedroom?”
I looked down, trying to balance against him. “Upstairs, first right.”
In a swift motion, he tipped me over his shoulder and made for the stairs. I giggled at the classic fireman’s carry lines going around in my head.
“What’s so funny?” he said, climbing the stairs, my body weight apparently nothing to his strong arms.
“Nothing.”
He slapped my bum. “Tell me.”
“I was just going to ask if I was going to get to see your hose.”
He pushed the bedroom door open and I watched the tiled landing floor turn into beige carpet, my head becoming dizzy.