by Amelia James
“Let me make love to you, Talia.”
Let me fuck you.
Shut up! Who said that? Alex or me?
“I’m so tired.” I moved away, but he pulled me close, nibbling the spot where my neck met my shoulder. Nooo…
n o t that spot. My nipples tingled.
“I am too. Just relax and let me touch you.” His hand slid under my shirt and he cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
Will knew exactly how to get what he wanted from me.
Apparently, Alex did too, but Will didn’t use it against me.
He used it to please me.
I stretched out beside him, giving him full access to my body.
He made an approving little moan, and his hand dropped down between my legs. “Wet already.”
I curled up again. Would he know another man had
touched me? Not just another manhis best friend? Oh God. I let his best friend fondle my!
Damn it.
Will gently coaxed my thighs apart and caressed my slippery button, sending wicked shivers through my wanton body. I couldn’t say no to him.
I’d said no to Alex, right?
His cock in my hand, my nipple between his teeth…. He pulled my panties aside.
Let me fuck you.
Shit! Why was I thinking about Alex?
I yanked my panties off and threw them away from me.
Will’s hand clamped down on my mound like a magnet, irresistibly attracted. I rolled over and kissed him, forcing his fingers inside me. “Lick me.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
No need to be specific. He knew I wanted him to lick that thing between my legs, but he took his sweet time getting there, sucking my nipples, nuzzling my skin. What would he do if I told him to lick my pussy? Would he think it was dirty? Would he like it?
I grabbed his head and pulled him close, pressing my lips to his ear. “Lick my…
button.” Damn it.
“As you wish.” He rolled me on my back and dove between my legs, his tongue flicking all over my… pussy. Pussy! A nasty thrill shot through me, so I thought it again. Pussy… lick my pussy. So close to coming.
I thought about…. No, don’t go there. Black eyes, evil smile, chilling laugh. Dangerous shivers dancing along my spine. What was I doing? I looked at Will, and he smiled up at me when his tongue touched my clit. My clit. I closed my eyes and saw Alex’s head between my legs, eating my pussy, his damn black eyes glittering, mocking me. No.
“No, no, no, no, no!”
Perverse guilt and dirty pleasure ripped me apart, taunting me with my lover and his friend. I loved Will. I needed Will. But I wanted Alex. No! I wanted…. Fuck! It took filthy lust for both men to satisfy me.
When I opened my eyes, Will was kissing me, his tongue probing my mouth while he shoved his cock into me.
“You’re tight. What made you come so hard?”
I needed to respond
somehow, but I couldn’t look at him. “Dirty words.”
His voice rumbled in my ear, husky and ragged. “I’d like to hear those.”
“Not tonight.” I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him in.
Will groaned, stroking me.
“Just one.”
Alex. That’s one. Touch.
Another one. Come.
“Sorry.”
Alex had touched me. I’d come without Will. I wasn’t sorry about any of it. Not sorry.
Those were the dirtiest words I knew.
“Jesus, woman, you are so tight.” Will planted his knees and shoved into me. “So hot.”
I grabbed a fistful of his long hair and kissed him hard, sucking his tongue into my mouth and making him
shudder. Will was a cop, and knew guilt when he saw it, but he couldn’t think straight when aroused, so I used that against him. Raking my hands down his back, I dug my fingernails into his ass, trapping his thighs between mine. He throbbed inside me.
“Fuck me.”
“Mmm… say it again.” He rose up on his elbows, his eyes glittering like someone else I knew. “Say it dirty.”
He wanted me to say what?
He never told me what to do.
He always asked what I wanted. This selfish control felt new and… different. I liked different.
I looked into his demanding eyes and smiled. “Fuck my pussy.”
A triumphant grin took over his face and he plunged into memy pussylike a man on a mission. He wasn’t making love to me anymore; he was fucking me.
“Fuck my pussy, Will! Don’t stop!” I came faster and harder than I ever havewith anyone.
My body launched like a rocket. The violent ignition lifted me off the bed, and I crashed into Will as he slammed me back down to earth.
Sweat coated his skin and my fingers slipped, scratching his ass. I wanted to feel him come hard too, so I pressed my lips to his ear and told him to fuck my… nastiest word I know.
He exploded inside me, pulsing and spurting liquid fire.
“You beautiful slut.” His strength drained and he collapsed on top of me.
Wait… he only called me a slut when I told him about my dreams. Oh dear God. Had he heard me with Alex? Tears stung my eyes and I sniffled.
“Are you okay, baby?”
I couldn’t tell him. I was afraid to ask, but I had to know.
“Why am I a slut?”
He smiled and kissed my wet cheek. “Because I know you.”
My heart hammered. What did he know?
“I know you want variety. I know you want someone different.”
I shook my head. “I only want you.”
Will laughed. “Keeping you interested is a challenge, and Talia, I love a challenge.”
“Why does that make me a slut?”
“Slut isn’t a dirty word. A slut is a woman who loves sex, and I learned that about you the first time we met.”
We’d had sex that night
hot, wild, slutty sex. “So it’s a compliment?”
“Mm-hm.” He lay beside me and held me close, falling asleep.
“I don’t know….”
“You will.” He yawned and closed his eyes. “I love you, Talia.”
Those words cut right through my heart. “I know.” I should’ve told Will I loved him too, but I couldn’t, not with someone else still in my head.
I’d had three orgasms that night, but wanted more. What made me so greedy? Will never left me wanting, but when I reached for his cock again, I felt a soft snore on my shoulder, and let him sleep.
Was Alex still awake?
Waiting in the leather chair where we’d kissed? Where I let him touch my…? I could find him. If he wasn’t in the living room, he was probably sleeping in the guest bedroom. I could sneak in…. No, he’d know as soon as I left my bedroom. He’d know I wanted him. Alex was evil. He made me feel dirty. He made me like it. With Will, I was a beautiful slut. With Alex, I was a dirty slut. Could I be with both men?
What the hell was I
thinking? I loved Will; I didn’t want Alex. I would never let him touch me again. I rolled over and wrapped my arms around Will, clinging to him while sleep eluded me.
Darkness crept into the room, and I closed my eyes before it found a way into my heart.
I woke up in bright sunlight with strong memories of another dream about him. It was just a dream, right? I didn’t really kiss him, touch him…
come for him. Oh no….
Will stood in the kitchen, laughing with Alex.
What would Will do if he knew his best friend had groped his girlfriend? What would he do if he knew I’d liked it? Shake it off, Talia. He couldn’t know. It would hurt him too much.
I got up and put on my clothes as if they were armor, shielding myself from the gorgeous devil in disguise before I went back to his lair.
He saw me first and smiled a secret smilemean bastard
but I would not fall prey to
him again.
Will turned and smiled at me. “Mornin’ beautiful.” He put his arm around my waist, pulling me close and kissing me. “Ready to go home?”
“Yeah.”
“I left my jacket in the bedroom. Be right back.” He kissed me again and left.
I steeled my resolve and faced Alex, smiling with concrete confidence and absolute certainty that I would not
“I made you come without touching you.” His eyes glittered as black as his heart.
“Next time there will be touching.”
My confidence crumbled and his words stripped my armor while my faithless body begged for his touch. “There won’t be a next time,” I lied.
Alex advanced, backing me against the counter, but our bodies did not meet. Mean bastard was teasing me. A sweet smile played on his lips, but his eyes held a dangerous promise. “Next time there will be fucking.”
His lips touched mine, closed, appropriate, perfectly pure. Purely tempting.
Next time. Absolute certainty.
All dirty words.
I liked them.
Next Time
“I disabled the system.
There’ll be no record of this conversation or any following.”
The black Armani watch the senior partners gave me for Christmas chafed my wrist, so I took it off and tossed it on my desk. Almost five. “If I can’t get it done tonight, we’ll try again later. Let’s meet when I’m finished, and we’ll discuss our next steps.”
I hung up my office phone and pressed a couple of buttons. My success hinged on no interruptions. Slushy snowflake clumps pelted the window. Winter wouldn’t start until next week, but in Chicago, snow ignored the calendar. My office was at the end of the hall on the twenty-fifth floor, in the tallest building on the block.
Quiet, privateI could get away with anything.
The five o’clock exodus was lighter than usual. Most of the staff, including my assistants, had left early to beat the snowstorm. A familiar red coat caught my eye as Talia paced outside my office, talking on her phone. The buttons on her blouse pulled tight across her breasts, and I moved to my doorway to get a closer look.
“Okay, it’s no problem. I’ll just go home and read a book or something.” She stopped and cast a wary glance in my direction. “I love you too. Bye.”
Will was working late, or so he’d told her. Perfect. Talia had avoided me since our make-out encounter after the game a couple weeks ago. This time she wasn’t going to get away so easily. Why did I want a woman who was in a
relationship with my best friend? I had my reasons. And women with boyfriends or husbands weren’t looking for another serious relationship.
They just wanted me for sex, and that was fine with me. I didn’t need attachmentsnot anymore.
I didn’t believe in abstract concepts like love or justice.
Give me hard evidence. It wasn’t about what you knew; just what you could prove. I was living proof that trusting relationships were a myth.
“Trouble at home?”
“No, Alex.” Talia jammed her phone in her purse and scowled at me. “Will got called to work. There’s no trouble between us. I just wish he would get upset about it like I do. Nothing ever seems to bother him.”
My experience in the
courtroom, cross-examining guilty witnesses, had turned me into a human lie detector.
She was telling me half-truths; there wasn’t any trouble between the two of them, but ever since the game, she couldn’t talk to me, couldn’t look at me. The trouble was inside her.
She sputtered and slapped the elevator button, drumming her fingernails on the panel while she watched the floor numbers light up. Her golden brown hair slipped over her shoulders as she tipped her head back; Will said the color wasn’t natural, but I wanted to discover that on my own. He said her eyes were brown, but in the too-bright hallway they looked green. Weird. Her breasts were small, perfectly proportioned with her slim body, and her ass was a sweet little peach.
Yeah, I definitely wanted a bite out of that. I’d first noticed her when her old boss, Holland Spencer, made partner and didn’t promote her too. She ended up in my department.
The firm has rules against dating co-workers, but I didn’t give a shit. That had never stopped me before. I wanted Talia. No rules and no relationship were going to keep me from fucking her
eventually.
“It’s snowing hard. Traffic is going to be a bitch tonight.”
She followed my gaze to the window across the hall, and groaned. “Damn it.” Snowflakes swirled in the gray sky.
“Hang out here with me for a while.”
“No.”
“I’ll keep you warm.”
Talia looked straight at me.
First score to the home team.
Her lips drew together in a tight disapproving lineclearly for my benefitbut her eyes sparkled like snowflakes under a streetlight. “I’ll bet you would.”
“Come on. I know Will would rather have you safe in my office than trying to drive in this weather.” I decided not to mention his name again. I stepped back against the doorframe and invited her to enter.
The elevator pinged and the doors slid open. She chewed her lip and stared at the empty space. The office was nearly deserted by now, and she knew it.
She let the elevator doors close without getting on, and stood in the hallway, a tiny frown puckered her luscious red lips. “I’m not safe in your office.”
“Sure you are.”
The bullshit meter in her eyes went off the scale, and I laughed even as I lied. Her fingers brushed my thigh as she walked past me into the room I practically lived in. There was plenty of space in the double doorway; she didn’t need to touch me.
“This place is bigger than I remember.” She sucked in her breath and looked around.
My L-shaped mahogany
desk had taken up half the room in my old office, but in here it looked small. A leather couch and overstuffed chair that didn’t match sat in front of the wall of windows, and a small conference table with four chairs gathered across the room near the desk.
Talia took her coat off and sat at the table, back stiff, holding her purse on her lap like a shield.
“Maybe yourself
comfortable, baby.” I plunked down on the couch, spreading out my arms in an open invitation.
She didn’t take it. “I am.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, her legs at the knee, locking her body up as tight as Fort Knox.
This would require more effort than I’d anticipated.
She’d been drunk last time, so it was easy to get her to drop her guard. And she was half-naked that night. Tonight she was wearing her work clothes: knee-length skirt, buttoned up blouse, and pantyhose. The firm required conservative dress, and Talia followed it to the letterexcept for her fourinch platform heels.
I could use that rule violation against her, but first I needed to get her talking to me again. “Is this the first time you’ve been in my office?”
“Well… the first time since it’s been your office. I used to sit behind that desk for hours, working on Holland’s
computer. He was always asking me for help tracking his billing.”
Oh right, this was her exboss’s office.
She snorted and shook her head. “Still does. He can’t keep his money straight without me.” She looked at me—no, at the couch. “That’s new.”
“Bought it when Spencer moved up to the top floor and I moved in. It’s really comfortable.” I patted the cushion next to me. “Come see.”
She smiled and laughed.
“No.” But she put her purse on the table. Progress.
She watched me loosen my tie, her eyes turning large and dark when I opened a couple buttons on my shirt.
“Join me.” I looked at her buttoned-up breasts, and tried to push her knees apart with my eyes.
“Is that why you asked me to stay?” She grabbed her purs
e and stood up. “You don’t care about traffic. You just want to get laid.”
“And you don’t?” I jumped up and grabbed her arm before she got to the door. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I have in mind.”
She looked at the floor, fiddling with the clasp on her purse. “I didn’t”
“Remember what I said would happen the next time we were together?”
Her mouth fell open and her eyelashes fluttered. I’d seen too many clients lie under oath to let that innocent act fool me.
“I don’t… I can’t….” She squirmed and pulled her arm free, but she didn’t try to run again.
I moved closer to her, backing her against the wall.
“See, I know you. I know you want some strange. I know you’d fuck me if you had the chance.”
“I did have the chance. I said no. Remember that?”
I chose to ignore that detail.
“I remember making you come.”
Her chest heaved and she spun away from the wall, darting toward the table.
Perfect. “I never….”
I laughed and closed the distance between us. Her butt hit the table, forcing her to sit down as her knees came up and parted, allowing me to step between her thighs.
“I know why you wear these come-fuck-me heels every day.”
I touched her knee, sliding my hand down her silky leg to her foot, knocking her shoe to the floor.
“And why is that?”
“You hate being told what to do, living by someone else’s rules. You’re a rebel, just like me.”
She slapped me so hard I heard ringing in my ears.
“What the hell?” I’d expected to get slapped again, but not so soon.
“I am nothing like you.”
Ah. Something else to use against her. “We’ll see.”
I touched her knee again, but this time moving my hand up, stroking her skin through her shiny hose. She caught her breath as I pushed her skirt up and found the lacy thigh-high top.
“This just proves my point.
You’re bending the rules with this.” I snapped the stretchy lace and she yelped.
“How is that bending the rules? The senior partners would never inspect my pantyhose.”
Rumor had it some of them would. I couldn’t let her get distracted, so I leaned on the table, forcing her to look into my eyes. “You’re not wearing panties.” It was a shot in the dark, but I was pretty sure it was on target.