by Cari Quinn
She leaned into the backseat and grabbed the container, relieved to find it was still vaguely warm. “How old is this? Am I risking my life by eating it?”
“It was dinner.” He ground the key in the ignition and roared out of the lot, stepping on the gas so hard she almost felt separation anxiety from her head. “Buckle up,” he advised a second before he turned the corner on what felt like two wheels.
“You feeling left out that we didn’t get frisked by the cops? Jesus. Cool the man theatrics.”
She clicked her belt and popped the top on the Chinese, pleased to find a plastic fork. The food smelled like heaven. Tasted like it too.
“Where do you live?”
“Twenty-five and Beech,” she answered in between bites. Not only were the rice, chicken and plump chunks of pineapple yummy, the more she ate, the less drunk and stupid she felt. “Haven Apartments.”
He drove silently and steadily, without any sudden acceleration or rapid braking. This was more like the Spencer she knew. He didn’t go for niceties, had no use for small talk.
Didn’t take time to kiss the woman he’d helped come in a dark hallway of a sex club.
“Did you think you were going to get lucky?”
I sorta did. She swallowed the rice wedged on the back of her tongue and set down the fork. “Did you?”
He didn’t smile and he didn’t look at her. “In case you weren’t paying attention, I was in prime position to get very lucky when all hell broke loose.”
She swallowed a hunk of pineapple and tried not to glare at him. It wasn’t easy. “What do you guys do? Play pass the pussy ’til the chick faints?”
“Jealous?” he asked, his tone infuriatingly mild.
“Jealous? You’re insane,” she said, huffing out a breath. She would never—could never—
“If I’d wanted to fuck her, I could have. And I might’ve when they were finished.” He glanced at her then away before she had time to register his expression. “I’m not used to someone watching me,” he added in an undertone.
You should be. I’ve been watching you for three years.
Kelly wet her lips. She had to keep him talking. If she didn’t, he’d shut down and she’d be back to square zero. “That’s your thing? Watching?”
“Only if there’s something worth seeing.”
She dropped the fork. How could something that had tasted so great a minute ago now turn her stomach sour? She closed the takeout box and put it on the floor behind Spencer’s seat. “Thanks for the insider info. I feel like a regular sexpert now.”
Silence reigned until he asked which highway exit would offer the quickest route to her apartment. She answered mechanically, well aware she sounded as if her cat had died.
Her last drop of bravado had fled with her buzz. Not that she’d had much to begin with.
She’d always thought she was fairly experienced sexually, but what she’d seen at Kink made her feel like a virgin all over again. She couldn’t deny she’d been aroused. But that didn’t mean she was ready to have sex in front of strangers, with Spencer or without.
And she’d thought they had too many reasons not to hook up before. Little had she known.
“Tonight never happened,” he said in a low voice. “You never saw me at Kink and I never saw you. Tomorrow is business as usual.”
She stared at his profile incredulously. Never saw him? Was that his term for what had happened between them? And how dare he act as if he hadn’t been the one bare-assed in front of a crowd? As if he was in the clear and she was the naughty little girl?
Kelly bit her tongue, literally bit it—this was still her boss after all—but her annoyance spewed out anyway. “You didn’t make me come and I didn’t see your dick. Gotcha.”
He clenched the steering wheel but he didn’t reply. Good thing, because she likely would’ve said something else she might regret later.
Might being the operative word.
Five strained minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building. He didn’t say anything and the air conditioner he’d turned on high did nothing to alleviate the heat drenching her body.
Was this it? Was she going to let him just drop her off and drive away? Or was she going to stop penciling sex into the slots she’d allotted on her calendar and for once in her life go for something spontaneous and wild?
He stopped the car outside the building entrance, his eyes directed straight ahead and his fingers tapping the wheel. His posture screamed impatience.
She unclicked her seatbelt and put her hand on the door. She wasn’t the kind of woman he’d go for, obviously. At least not once he’d had time to think and they weren’t standing in naked central.
Because he wants Nina. Or Leigh. Not you. Anyone but you.
“Where do you live?” she asked, her gaze on her lap. It was a cop-out but at least she hadn’t climbed out and run into her building.
Spencer took so long to answer she began to think he wouldn’t. Her cheeks burned but other parts of her ached with need. She made herself look at him, shocked to realize he was watching her.
Without thinking, she reached out to grip his hair and yanked his face to hers. Somewhere in the back of her mind she registered his hands never left the wheel as she licked at the seam of his mouth. He didn’t open for her, didn’t give an inch, but she’d be damned if she would back off now when she could finally taste the whiskey on his breath.
She slid her body against his as much as she was able to in the tight confines of the front seat. This close, his raw, masculine smell, lightly overlaid with his aftershave, inflamed her senses. His chest rose and fell in rapid beats, proving he wasn’t unaffected.
If his arousal was left over from what he’d watched earlier, she didn’t care. He would remember who had started this, and who would finish it.
Her gaze traveled between his legs. A thin shaft of light illuminated just what she needed to see. His khakis bulged around his hard-on. For her or Nina? Right now, she didn’t care.
She palmed his cock and he released a soft groan as she tightened her hold around his hard length. Feeling victorious, she scraped her nails over him and watched the change in his expression. From wariness to desire to that same speculation she’d noted earlier in his office. As if he were gauging her.
This was one test she would ace. She had to.
Pressing her advantage, she rolled her thumb along the ridge around the head of his erection while she nibbled on his lower lip. She yearned to feel his tongue in her mouth, his wide fingers pinching her nipples rather than digging holes in the steering wheel. His steely control as she continued her dual assault stunned and thrilled her, making her even more desperate.
God, what would it take to make him blow?
As if a switch had been thrown inside him, he pushed her back with a growl. “Five miles from here,” he gritted out.
Kelly stared at him. If that was supposed to distract her from what she’d just had hot and thick in her hand, he failed miserably. Or was that his way of saying yes to the question she hadn’t dared ask?
She needed to be with him. Alone. Together. Naked. They couldn’t stay here, not in her apartment where she’d see him in every corner and smell him on her sheets. But his place would be perfect.
“Go,” she whispered.
Spencer jerked the air vents toward his face as he drove out of Kelly’s parking lot. He didn’t look at her but he sure as hell could hear her breathing, even over the A/C. Wheezing was closer to it.
He wasn’t much better. He was about to suffer cock-strangulation from his belt and his sides ached from his rigid stance in the seat. She’d fucking annihilated him with her lips and her hand. Even without sampling that honey-sweet mouth or feeling her bare palm around his erection, he was one tepid fantasy away from coming in his pants.
He’d started this, granted. She hadn’t shoved him up against the wall, now had she? But she had drawn his hand down to her soft belly, inches above wher
e she burned. He hadn’t been able to resist. Not when he knew how she made herself come, the way she touched herself so urgently just before she climaxed. This time, he’d been the one to give that to her.
But that didn’t change facts. This was a bad idea. A horrendous idea. Why hadn’t they just gone into her damn apartment? They probably wouldn’t have made it past the elevator anyway.
The picture was so vivid in his mind. Holding her against the wall while he drove in and out of her slick pussy. She’d be hot and wet, just as he knew she’d been in the steam room. As she’d been in the hallway. Her damp heat had singed his hand through her dress.
If he’d had sex with her at the club, he would’ve been able to understand. There, anything went. No rules applied. That was why he loved Kink. The über-controlled side of him shut down and he became a slave to feeling, enjoying others’ first and then his own.
But bringing her to his house? That was crazy.
Who was he kidding? He couldn’t have just fucked her at the club and turned around and left. This wasn’t some experienced club chick. This was Kelly. He would’ve worried about her all night long, if he’d even made it to the door in the first place.
Worried something bad might happen to her. Worried someone might be with her, might take his place. The very idea made him furious.
It wasn’t his place. She wasn’t his. This whole situation was completely inappropriate. He should turn this car around right now, stop things before they went any further than they already had—
Then he looked at Kelly and saw the naked desire simmering in her eyes and gave up the fight. Tonight had to happen, even if he hated himself for it afterward.
He followed the curve of his driveway around the back of the house and killed the engine. They were both breathing hard and they hadn’t even touched yet. Not enough.
That was about to change.
The first brush of his knuckles over her bare thigh sent shockwaves up his arm. Soft, so soft. Need roared through him, flattening his objections.
God, he’d been thinking about her all night. About exploring her sexy body, pushing his fingers into her until she was writhing for his cock. Grinding his palm against her had increased his desire tenfold. And now she was so close, her silky, slick pussy his to enjoy.
She didn’t shy away from his caresses. Her knees inched apart in a silent request and her eyes practically begged him to touch. To take.
He tugged up her dress and skimmed the pads of his fingers over her bare, hairless mound. Sweet hell, she was just as ready as he’d known she would be. Her orgasm must’ve barely taken the edge off. He slid in one finger, hesitated only briefly before adding a second. Fuck, she was tight. She was also as hot as liquid fire, searing his hand.
His erection swelled even more as he sped up his strokes. She moaned, loudly and without restraint, squeezing him with her inner muscles. As responsive as she was, she’d be incredible in bed. In his bed. If they made it that far.
With every touch, her whimpers intensified. Leaning in to engulf her lips with his, to swallow those breathy moans, would be so easy. Like sticking his head under water and letting himself drown.
In some ways, he’d been drowning since the first day he’d looked at her. Damn ironic he’d fought so hard only to end up in the place he’d tried to avoid.
She cried out as he pumped into her more deeply, cried out again when his fingers curved. As her walls tightened around him, he stopped, not wanting her to orgasm yet. She moaned when he drew his fingers free with a sensuous twist, her cunt squeezing to keep him wedged inside her.
Her need fragranced the air. She smelled amazing. What would she taste like? His hand stopped halfway to his mouth, saliva already pooling for a sample.
Her knowing little smile goaded him into pulling his keys out of the ignition and slamming out of the car. Christ, she might as well have taunted him.
You tried to resist me and you failed.
She’d pay for that, just as she’d pay for making him so damn hard he could barely walk up the short flight of steps to the back porch.
He heard her car door shut and then the smart click of her heels. He pretended to be unlocking the door but the minute he heard her soft intake of breath at the top of the stairs, he turned and hauled her against the wall. The small light by the door flickered, casting shadows across her surprised face. She was waiting for a kiss, he knew, but he wouldn’t do this her way. Not any longer.
She’d broken his resolve, cracked his focus in two. Work didn’t matter anymore, and there was no tomorrow. There was just shoving up her flimsy little skirt and fumbling for the condom he’d tucked in his back pocket at the club. The one he’d never used with Nina.
Her nipples rubbed against his T-shirt as he unzipped his pants and forced the latex over his erection. He hissed when her fingers skimmed through the hair at the nape of his neck. As soon as he was sheathed, he lifted her and plunged deep. Her legs wound around his waist. Long fucking legs she had, and the sweetest, slickest pussy he’d ever slid into.
He didn’t take time to make sure she was right there with him, because there was no need. She was so wet he almost lost the rhythm before he found it. She clasped him tight every time he entered her, her walls rippling around his length. He dug his fingers into her hips, jerking her back against the siding until she let out a cry he wasn’t sure was only passion. He almost asked if he’d hurt her but her cunt clenched around him, spurring him on.
He wasn’t cruel, but he also wasn’t known for his gentle nature. She’d wanted to be fucked, and he was fucking her. And if his goddamned guilty conscience wouldn’t shut up soon, he’d—
“Yes,” she gasped, her nails raking his neck. He could feel her pulsing around him, tightening until he had to shove himself in and out. Her moisture burned right through the condom as he pumped harder.
He’d make her come and he’d watch. List or no list, she wouldn’t check him off like she did a carton of eggs at the supermarket.
Kelly’s tawny eyes glowed in the half-light. Perspiration slipped down the apples of her flushed cheeks, trickled down the cleavage pushed over the top of her dress. She was so pretty like this, lost in pleasure. He doubled his efforts. He wanted to feel her shatter around him, needed to be drenched in all that cream.
“God. Spencer. Spencer.” She kept saying his name, chanting it. She sounded so sexy. Each time she said his name, his balls drew tighter. Anytime now he was going to explode and hell if he could stop it.
Hell if he wanted to.
Every breath he took ravaged his chest. He was on fire, inside and out, his body one massive throbbing nerve. She cried out again, a shrill piercing noise he should’ve worried would wake the neighbors. But there was no room for worry now.
Her body bucked, her release streaming like a hot spring over his cock. There. Right there. He groaned as his cum jetted into the condom. Panting, riding out the moment, he hammered his hips against hers without thought to bruises or consequences.
From her wild moans as she received him, she didn’t seem to mind.
They didn’t move for a while, plastered together and gulping for air. Then she pushed at his shoulder and yawned.
“So glad you managed to stay awake,” he said when he finally trusted his voice. She looked used and sleepy and unforgettable.
He wanted to kiss the smirk off her face almost as much as he wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk. “Late for me,” she said, planting the heel of her hand on his chest. Only then did he realize she’d looped her purse around her wrist. “I’m thirsty.”
“Convenience store’s down the block.” The dark glance she gave him as they untangled went a long way to leveling his equilibrium. He also didn’t mind that she wasn’t quite steady on her feet. A smile teased his lips as he got rid of the condom in the garbage can and zipped up. “Don’t like that idea?”
She stepped away from the wall and her dress slid back down her long-ass legs. “Sorry, I’m not
some Kink bimbo.”
He unlocked the door and stepped aside. Without hesitation, she marched right to the sink. He stopped in front of the cabinet next to the fridge, intending to grab a glass, but apparently she didn’t want to wait. By the time he turned back, she’d lowered her head to drink directly from the high spigot of the faucet. When she came up dripping, he pretended to be consumed with the contents of the cabinet to keep from wrestling her to the floor.
A fresh batch of sweat poured down his back. Damn, she was hot.
“Couldn’t wait,” she said with a shrug. He glanced back just as she whisked her fingers over the droplets glittering against her cleavage in the moonlight.
Light. That’s what he needed. Darkness made everything more seductive and illicit. If he reminded himself who he’d just fucked, this all-consuming lust would abate.
It had to.
He tossed his keys on the table and hit the lights. Straining for composure, he drew air deep through his nose before he shifted to look at her. Didn’t help. As he took in her disheveled brown hair, wary whiskey eyes and the moisture pearled between her breasts, his cock gave a painful lurch. Any of the three would have laid him out, but together?
Yep, another plan foiled. He was racking them up tonight.
Luckily, she broke the uncomfortable silence by walking out of the room as if she knew where the hell she was going. Unluckily, she started undoing the tie behind her neck as he followed. “Where’s your bedroom?” she asked, her voice a hell of a lot stronger than his resolve.
Not again. Once—technically once and some additional foreplay—was an aberration. Twice would be madness.
When he didn’t answer, she gave him a benevolent smile. “It’s late. I’m tired. I have to be up at five.” She rolled her tongue over the mouth he’d yet to devour. “My boss can be a real jerk if I’m late.”
Spencer fought a grin as he closed the distance between them and braced his arm on the wall above her head. He liked her height. No, he loved it. In her heels, they lined up just right, mouth to mouth. She exhaled and he smelled the fruity drinks she’d had at Kink. Melon, cherry and pineapple wafted over his lips and renewed hunger stirred in his gut.