JARED (Lane Brothers Book 4)

by Kristina Weaver

  But Sasha wasn’t that kind of girl, was she? She was the sort of girl who’d break up with a boyfriend who adored her to focus on her studies, the sort of girl who’d move away from all her family and friends to make sure she got in the best journalism program in America. She was the girl who never went to parties, never missed a class, and never had a one-night stand. There was no way she could act dirty or play a sexy dominatrix! Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t go from three years of chastity to sex with a Hollywood heartthrob!

  And even if she could, how would she satisfy a well-experienced man like Thomas Lloyd? He’d probably bedded a thousand women, beautiful women, accomplished women. Sleeping with him would put her job in jeopardy, leave her embarrassed...and leave him disappointed.

  “I’m leaving now,” she said, standing.

  “Why?” Thomas challenged her, the passion she’d glimpsed before returning to his voice. “I’m offering myself to you. I want to give you a career-defining interview! A life-changing orgasm!”

  She laughed and slung her notepad into her satchel. “How very generous of you. But I don’t need to sleep with you to progress in my career.”

  She strode to the door, but Thomas was suddenly on his feet. He wedged his hand against the door to stop her from opening it. “You don’t think you deserve it. You don’t think you’re good enough.”

  Sasha sighed with irritation. “Deserve what?”

  “To be the one to do the interview. To be the one who gets the orgasm.”

  She scoffed. “Yes, well done, you’ve read me like a book, Mr. Lloyd.”

  “You don’t see what I see. A beautiful, accomplished woman turning down the offer of her life! This isn’t an offer I make for everyone.”

  “Oh really?” she said, her voice oozing with sarcasm. She’d seen how he referred to Alicia earlier. Surely sleeping with journalists came with the territory. “Am I supposed to thank you?”

  Thomas leaned in close. “You’re supposed to let me kiss you passionately against the door,” he whispered into her ear. The hair of her neck stirred, and she couldn’t help but draw a breath. “You’re supposed to let me run my fingers up your inner thigh until I reach…”

  “That’s enough,” Sasha said, snapping back to her senses. “Please move out of the way, Mr. Lloyd. I’d like to leave now.”

  “I’ve gone about this all wrong,” Thomas said, his voice suddenly soft. He reached out and touched her hand gently with his fingertips. She paused, letting the warmth from his skin radiate into her.

  “Has your usual routine failed you?” she sniped. But when she glimpsed into his eyes, he looked deeply sincere. Could he actually be serious?

  “Perhaps we could have a drink?” he said.

  Sasha felt her resolve disappearing. Thomas Lloyd may have been a player, but he was damn good at it. Where was the harm really? She wanted him. He, apparently, wanted her. Why not take the interview and the orgasm? If she did embarrass herself and disappoint him, it wasn’t like she’d ever have to see him again....

  “Fine,” she said, startled by her own bravery.

  Thomas smiled in a way that made her pulse quicken. Feeling somewhat dazed, she watched as he walked over to the minibar. He was so gorgeous, even from behind, his tight ass on display as he bent over to fetch the wine. Her heart was beating so hard. She could hardly believe that she was staying, that she was in a hotel room with a Hollywood actor who wanted to—what had he said?—run his fingers up her inner thigh….

  Sasha gasped just thinking about it.

  Thomas returned and held a glass towards her. As she reached out to take it, he moved it from her grasp. “Let’s drink on the bed. It’s more comfortable.”

  Sasha paused and licked her dry lips. “Okay,” she heard herself say.

  Thomas guided her to the plush, King-sized bed with one hand on the small of her back. Heat radiated from the spot he touched. It was as though he was made of fire, and she of ice. Just the smallest of touches made her melt.

  “You’d better kick off your heels,” he said, nodding to the five-inch monsters she’d bought specifically for the job.

  Once again, Sasha felt herself doing as he instructed. Her heels plonked to the floor, and she sank into the silky material.

  Thomas handed her a glass and sloshed white wine into it. “Dutch courage, as they say.”

  He watched as Sasha tipped the glass to her lips, his gaze steely and unflinching. There was a deep hunger in his eyes, and Sasha could hardly believe that she was the one to have caused it.

  Once she removed the glass from her lips, Thomas wrapped his hand around it and took it from her. “May I have a taste?”

  “Of course,” Sasha said.

  But instead of sipping from her glass, he placed it lightly on the bedside table. Then he leaned towards her, took her face between his hands, and licked her bottom lip slowly with his tongue.

  “Hmm,” he said. “Just as I thought. Delicious.”

  Sasha sat stock still, unable to move, barely able to breathe. The feel of Thomas’s tongue running along her lip had sent a spasm of desire through her entire body. She felt as though her limbs were turning to putty.

  “You’ve never had an encounter like this, have you?” Thomas said.

  “With a famous actor?” Sasha said. “No.”

  “With anyone,” Thomas countered.

  She glared at him. “I’m not a virgin if that’s what you were hoping for.”

  Thomas threw his head back and laughed. “That wasn’t what I meant.” He traced his fingers across her collarbone. “I meant no one’s ever made you scream with pleasure. No one’s ever made love to you for hours on end, giving you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. No one’s ever taken you to such heights of pleasure that you’ve begged them not to stop.”

  Thomas pressed his lips against her neck. Sasha couldn’t speak. She didn’t want to. She wanted to feel everything that Thomas was offering to her.

  But the interview…

  There was no way she could succumb to her desire. Thomas had promised her a life-changing interview. If she went back to the Atomic boardroom with nothing, then it would all be over. Surely, she’d lose her internship. She couldn’t throw that all away on Thomas Lloyd, no matter how much she wanted to.

  “We need to talk,” she said, pushing his head back and away from her.

  His breath was heavy. “After…” he gasped.

  She could see his erection straining against his pants. “No,” she said. “Now.”

  He paused, then smiled. “I love it when you boss me around,” he said. Then he reared back and flopped against the pillow with a sigh. “Fine. Let’s do it.” He turned his head to face her. “The interview, I mean.”

  Sasha tried to compose herself. She took a deep sip of the wine to give herself time to collect her thoughts. “What story is it that you want me to tell?” she said.

  Thomas was silent for a moment. “I want you to tell me as I am,” he said. “Rather than how I’m perceived to be.”

  “And how are you?” she said.

  “There’s only one way you can find that out.”

  He reached up and swept her hair from her shoulder. Tingles raced across her bare collarbone. Without meaning to, Sasha grabbed his fingers and pressed them to her lips.

  Thomas’s eyes were dark pools of desire. Looking into them, Sasha couldn’t help but feel her ambition melting away. She took his fingers and moved them to her breast. Thomas’s eyes darted towards her, the hunger in them transformed into aching desire.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said.

  “What I want?”

  “Tell me.” He circled her nipple with his thumb. Even through the fabric of her dress, she felt arousal gripping her.

  She tipped her head back and spoke in a great rush of air. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Almost as soon as it was from her lips, Sasha felt alarmed. She wasn’t this person, the sort who said things bluntly and crudely, who mad
e demands.

  Thomas massaged her breast and whispered, “How do you want me to fuck you?”

  She heard herself reply, “I want you to fuck me like an animal.”

  That was all the invitation Thomas needed. He raised himself onto his knees and unzipped her dress so that the fabric fell loosely on either side of Sasha, leaving her chest and bra exposed. Her pulse raced, her heart thudded, and she felt heat race between her legs.

  “Take it off,” Thomas said, his eyes on her covered breasts.

  Sasha did as he commanded. The whole time she kept her eyes on him, watching for his reaction, reveling in the way his mouth quirked to the side and his tongue darted against his bottom lip, feeling empowered by behaving in ways she never thought she could—being sexually bold, being uninhibited, allowing herself to experience the sex she wanted rather than the sex that was expected of her.

  She discarded her bra to the floor and the nipples of her breasts stood erect. Thomas couldn’t tear his hungry eyes away from her supple body.

  Though Sasha knew he’d seen a thousand women in this state of undress, she still felt powerful as she shimmied out of her dress and flung it to the floor. Perhaps it was because he was so experienced, accomplished, and wealthy that she felt such a surge of confidence.

  Emboldened, she lay back—now in nothing but her panties—and spread her legs.

  With her newly found confidence, she narrowed her eyes and locked her gaze on him. “Why am I not screaming yet?” she purred.

  Still fully dressed in his suit, Thomas plunged forward, pulling the lace of her panties to the side. He pressed his beautiful lips against her labia, sucking and licking the sensitive skin. Sasha tipped her head back and let a moan escape from her throat.

  His wet tongue roved over her clit, and she gasped with pleasure. Thomas seemed to know just by the sounds she was making how fast or slow he needed to go to bring her closer to the point of no return.

  He moved away and pulled her towards him. She hitched her bare legs up either side of him and groaned as he pressed his erection against her. There was nothing but fabric keeping her from his dick, which she could now feel was, indeed, as large as his ego. He didn’t seem to care about her wetness staining his expensive suit.

  She pulled back and began fumbling with his belt. “Take them off,” she demanded, her voice slurred with desire. “I want to see your cock. I want to taste it.”

  He pushed her hands away, making her squeal with need. “Not until I’ve made you come.”

  He wedged himself again into the space between her thighs and slid his hand into her panties. She gasped and threw her head back.

  He pressed his lips against her neck, as his fingers explored inside of her. With his spare hand, he massaged her bare breast.

  Sasha clung to him, her hands squeezing the muscles of his arms. She could hardly breathe. She’d never felt anything this intense with Chris. In fact, in plenty of her sexual encounters with him, she hadn’t come anywhere close to orgasm. Yet, now, she felt she was barely seconds away. Just from his fingers. He wasn’t even naked yet.

  “Let me suck it,” she said again, desperate to feel his erection in her mouth.

  “No,” he said. “I want you to orgasm first. Tell me how to make you scream.”

  Sasha didn’t know the answer to his question, but some instinct inside her told her to turn around and lie face down against the mattress. She stretched her arms above her head. Some kind of reckless abandon came over her. She didn’t care how many women he’d been with in this very bed, whether it had been last night or even earlier that morning. She knew what she wanted and she was going to get it.

  “Fuck me,” she said.

  She heard the clinking sound of Thomas’s buckle being undone, followed by the zip of his fly. The noises made her heart race with anticipation. His hands rubbed up and down her back, then rested on her hips. He pulled her back and up. She wriggled onto her knees, posturing herself, welcoming him in.

  “What do you want me to do?” he said.

  “Fuck me,” she replied. The excitement she felt was so intense she could hardly contain it.

  From the corner of her eye, she saw his hands reach out to the bedside table drawer and pull out a condom. The sight of it made her even more aroused.

  “Please, Thomas, don’t make me wait,” she whispered.

  She saw the empty packet flutter to the floor and pictured the sight of him rolling the condom down his erect cock. Then, suddenly, his hands were on her breasts. She cried out as they roved over her wanton flesh.

  “What do you want me to do?” he said again.

  “Fuck me.”

  His fingers traced down the flesh of her stomach, then pressed into her clit.

  “You’re so wet,” he whispered into her ear.

  She bit her lip to stop from screaming out. Then she felt his tip against her entrance.

  “What do you want me to do?”

  She couldn’t hold it back any more. “Fuck me!” she screamed. “Fuck me now!”

  In a split second, she felt his cock slide into her. She was so ready, so open and inviting. “Fuck, yes,” she groaned.

  “Like that?” he moaned, as he slid deeper inside of her.

  She felt the full force of his manhood inside her, powerful, strong, and hard.

  “More,” she said.

  He pushed again, and the sensation was so intense she couldn’t help but cry out. She’d never lost control like this, never felt unable to hold back her own vocalizations. But now, with Thomas, she was completely at his mercy.

  From behind her, she heard Thomas let out a laugh of abandon.

  “Intern...,” he murmured.

  He pushed into her, then pulled out of her. In…out…in…he was seemingly able to read her mind, to know intuitively how far to push, how fast to thrust.

  “Christ,” he groaned. “God that’s so good. You feel so good.”

  Hearing his words made Sasha race towards climax. She was so close. So close to what was surely going to be the best orgasm of her life. “You’re so hard.”

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  She could tell he was speaking between his teeth. He was as close as she was. But there was no holding back. The orgasm was coming fast. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath. It felt like every part of her was clenching, like every part of her was standing at a precipice ready to jump.

  “There!” she screamed. “There! There! There!”

  A thousand stars burst into her vision as a guttural sound like nothing she’d ever made before ripped itself from her throat. Her climax was hard, powerful, and all-consuming.

  “Fuck,” he said. “I can feel you coming.”

  She couldn’t speak. Her body moved on instinct, pressing into him, maneuvering him inside of her in a way that would intensify her pleasure.

  Finally, the pulsing began to slow. She flopped forward onto the bed.

  Thomas fell into the space beside her.

  “That was…wow,” she said, panting hard.

  “Told you the orgasm should come first,” Thomas murmured in reply.

  Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

  “Shit,” Thomas said.

  “What is it?” Sasha gasped.

  Thomas pulled himself up from the bed. “The next journalist.”

  “It can’t be,” Sasha replied. “I had an hour slot.”

  “I must have miscalculated.”

  “But I haven’t made you come yet!” Sasha gasped.

  “I’ll live,” Thomas replied. “More importantly, you haven’t got your interview yet.”

  “Shit,” Sasha gasped. She’d completely forgotten she was there to work.

  There was another knock at the door.

  Sasha fumbled with the hook of her bra. “Now what?”

  “Now you give me your number. And at precisely ten o’clock tonight I’ll pick you up for dinner. Then you’ll get your interview.”

 
Sasha shimmied out of the silky bedsheets and back into her dress. “But I’m meant to be working on it this afternoon. What am I supposed to tell Kelly?” Panic began to race through her. How had she let herself go so astray?

  Thomas fastened his pants. “Tell Kelly it’s going to take you longer than you thought.” He smoothed down his hair and sidled up to her. “You’re good at getting what you want now, remember?”

  He kissed her, his mouth warm. Sasha let her trepidation melt away as the memory of their encounter echoed in her mind and groin.

  “You’re really going to call me? I’m really going to get the interview?”

  Hadn’t this just been sex? A one-off fling? Hadn’t she just joined the ranks of a hundred other gullible journalists who’d fallen for the charms of Thomas Lloyd?

  “Let’s not go through that whole rig-ma-roll again,” Thomas said lazily. “You deserve to take what you want.” He slapped his hands against his chest. “You want me. So take me.”

  “How can I trust you?”

  “Why would I let a kinky thing like you get away?”

  “Me?” she said. “Kinky?”

  “Didn’t you realize?”

  Sex with Chris had always been nice. Nice but…standard. Predictable. Nothing out of the ordinary. They’d both enjoyed orgasms, but Sasha had never really felt that sex with him reached the frenzied heights portrayed in the media. Maybe she was kinky but had never had a chance to explore it.

  Sasha slipped her heels back on and scooped up her notebook, feeling the blush in her cheeks. “Well, okay then.” She quickly scrawled her phone number on a piece of paper and sidled up to Thomas. “Here.” She slipped it into the pocket of his trousers, making sure her fingers collided with his penis.

  He let out a gasp. “Intern…”

  Sasha whisked away and hauled open the door. A blonde woman was standing in the hallway. She regarded Sasha suspiciously.

  Sasha pointed to her name tag. “Sasha Jones,” she said brazenly. “Atomic Magazine.”

  The woman smirked. Her eyes tipped over Sasha’s shoulder and rested on the disheveled bed. “Sure, honey,” she whispered. She pointed at her own breast and the complete lack of name tag. “Crystal Carpenter. Escort. I think it’s my turn now.”