* * *
I wasn’t going to his room.
Forget it.
I washed off my makeup just to prove it to myself. I changed out of my clothes and pulled on a nightdress.
I was staying put.
I worked on my computer for a few hours, answering the emails that surged after my presentation. Jessica had a few documents for me to sign electronically, and I got quarterly numbers for a few of my smaller businesses.
The time ticked away.
A few hours later, I glanced at the clock and realized it was almost midnight.
I should get some sleep.
I shut my laptop then got into bed, the entire mattress for me to enjoy. The sheets were cool to the touch, and the room was dead silent. I couldn’t even hear the AC unit. It was the perfect conditions to slip away into slumber.
But my thoughts turned back to Hunt.
He was in his room waiting for me. He said I would come to him, but I couldn’t fulfill his prediction. I couldn’t prove him right.
My thighs ached to grip his waist, and I felt the shivers move up my spine from the cold. When he was in this bed with me, naked and muscular, he seared the sheets with his warm body. He worked up a sweat and rubbed the drops against my skin. Our heart rates escalated, and our temperatures soared. It was so hot it was unbearable, but it made sleeping that much easier.
I would love to have that beautiful man between my legs.
But I wasn’t going to do it.
No.
My phone sat on the nightstand along with the keycard he’d slipped into my bra. The room number was written on the top corner, and I realized it was right next door to mine.
I was sure he’d arranged that.
I closed my eyes and faced the ceiling, clearing my thoughts of Hunt and focusing on the stars in the sky. I tried to picture how the heavens looked this evening, but my mind kept slipping away to dirtier things.
Hunt plowing himself deep inside me.
Telling me I was beautiful.
Breathing into my mouth as he kissed me.
Palming my tits with his big hands.
Making me come over and over.
I changed positions on the bed, tossing and turning. But the train of my thoughts couldn’t be derailed, and my skin turned warmer. My hand wanted to move between my legs, but that would be a weak release. It would be so much better with a real man pleasing me, his muscular physique forcing me to sink into the sheets.
God, I wanted him.
And I hated him so much for that.
It was a stupid decision, but I was so anxious I didn’t think logically anymore. Now I only wanted one thing, and I wasn’t going to stop until I got it. Hunt called my bluff, but he was the kind of guy who wouldn’t gloat.
I changed and grabbed the keycard before I walked out.
His door was just fifteen feet down the hallway. No one was in the hallway, thankfully. If someone spotted me, I’d have to make up an excuse to explain why I was walking around the hotel at midnight without any makeup on.
I reached his door and hesitated before I inserted the card. I didn’t know if he would be sitting on the couch waiting for me, or if he would be buck naked the second I stepped inside. He slept in the nude, so I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what I was greeted with.
At least, I hoped it was.
I opened the door and stepped inside his dark room. All the lights were out. Only the gentle glow from the hallway illuminated the floor in front of me. Maybe he assumed I wasn’t coming, so he went to bed.
A tall silhouette appeared and walked toward me, heavy footfalls that echoed against the floor with every step he took. He came closer, his physique and expression more visible as he drew near. Over six feet of impressive muscle, he was a beast as well as a man.
His eyes came into view, and they were glued to mine, fiery and terrifying. He was the only man in the world who could make me second-guess myself, to intimidate me with just his appearance. If ever I felt threatened by someone, I gave them a reason to feel threatened by me. But that didn’t work with Hunt. He was far too confident, far too powerful to feel such an inferior emotion. The harder I became, the more I straightened, the more he wanted me. He was the kind of man who didn’t feel emasculated by a woman’s success. Instead, it was a turn-on.
I didn’t step back as he crowded me, and when he was closer, I realized he was buck naked—like I’d hoped he’d be. With a powerful chest, broad shoulders, and tight arms, he was a powerhouse of muscular strength. I looked up into his face, seeing the same aggression he wore at dinner.
His hands yanked my dress over my head with a lack of gentleness. He practically ripped the fabric, stretching out the expensive dress that Connor had given to me. I was commando when I came over, so there were no panties to discard. He glanced between my legs, the arousal starting to boil in his eyes. He snapped my bra off before he crushed his mouth against mine, taking me roughly without an introduction.
His powerful hands gripped me and kept me rigidly in place so he could have as much of me as he wanted. He squeezed me hard and gave me his tongue, bringing our heat to a peak instantly. He sucked on my bottom lip, breathed into my mouth, and then jerked me into his arms before he carried me to the bed.
He dropped me on the sheets then pinned both of my wrists above my head. He held himself on top of me, two hundred pounds of heavy muscle that immediately brought me warmth. His dark eyes resembled chocolate, and I wanted them to melt all over my skin. Without breaking eye contact, he wrapped a thick piece of rope around my wrists and secured my arms to the headboard.
“What are you—”
He pressed his mouth to mine and silenced my words with his tongue.
I yanked on the rope and felt the tightness. There was no wiggle room at all. Even with a knife, I’d have a hard time getting out of this.
He ended the embrace and pinned my knees directly against my waist. “You walked into my territory. Now we play by my rules.” He wrapped the rope around my body in intricate ways, positioning my legs in place so I was completely open to him. He’d never tied me this way, left me completely impaired and at his mercy.
“Hunt—”
He positioned his face between my legs, where I would be fully exposed and vulnerable to his mouth. He kissed my tender folds and dragged his tongue across my sex, tasting me and exploring me.
The words died on my tongue, and I released an unrestrained moan.
Hunt positioned his big hands under my thighs and gripped the area as he continued to feast on me, enjoy me as much as he wanted. His tongue explored my aching slit before it circled my throbbing clit.
I closed my eyes and breathed through the pleasure, feeling Hunt give me a fantasy I hadn’t realized I had. He pleased me exactly the way I wanted to be pleased. He made me feel so good, made me forget about everything else in the world besides his mouth.
Just before he brought me to a powerful climax, he pulled his mouth away and climbed on top of me.
“Diesel…” I wasn’t above begging at this point. I’d been wrestling with my desire for the past few hours. I wanted him to please me in the fantastic way he’d been doing for months. I opened my eyes and looked into his dark expression.
He pressed his length against my soaked folds and slowly ground against me, watching my face the entire time. His scorching expression didn’t change as he pressed his cock hard against me, giving me the kind of friction that would make my legs shake if they could move.
He lowered his head farther until our faces were nearly touching.
I tried to grind against him, but when I moved, he stopped. “Diesel.”
“You’ve been torturing me for weeks now. My turn to torture you.” He ground against me again, his pulsing cock pressing right against my clit.
My hands yanked toward him, and then I was reminded that thick ropes kept me in place. I couldn’t move a single part of my body besides my head. I was completely at his mercy, this powerf
ul man conquering me like a country being overtaken.
He pressed his face to mine and kissed me, giving me a slow embrace that was contradictory to the way he greeted me by the door. It was soft and sensual, full of restrained urgency. Even when I kissed him harder, he wouldn’t pick up his pace. He took the control back every time I tried to hijack it.
“Diesel.” I spoke against his mouth as he continued to kiss me and grind his cock against me. “Fuck me.”
He took a deep breath, as if my words burned all the way down his spine. “I haven’t decided how I’m going to fuck you—in the cunt or the ass.”
I forgot to breathe when I heard his words, my entire body flushing with heat. “I want to feel your come in my pussy.”
He stopped grinding against me, his eyes flashing. “I don’t care what you want.”
I took a deep breath, pressing my nipples toward the ceiling. “Then pick, Diesel. Just fuck me already.” I yanked on the ropes even though I would never break free. I didn’t like being told what to do, being tied up and unable to move. Being powerless was a hard limit for me, but with Hunt, I didn’t feel insecure. I wasn’t scared. It felt right—like I was in the safest place in the world.
With his teeth pressed against my jaw, he growled. It was menacing and guttural, terrifying and territorial. He tilted his hips back then pressed the head of his fat cock inside me. My slick entrance made it easy for him slide all the way through until he reached my cervix. He was thick and long, and it was like my pussy had never taken him before.
I took another deep breath even though my lungs didn’t have the room.
“Fuck.” He positioned himself on top of me, looking straight down into my face. His aerial view allowed him to see all of me, studying the way I was vulnerable with my knees secured to my waist. My nipples were pebbling, and my chest flushed a bright pink color. He let his massive cock sit inside me like he was getting reacquainted with my body after spending only a day apart. “You’re all mine, Titan.” He started to thrust inside me, a perfect pace that wasn’t slow or fast. His strokes were even and deep, guaranteed to bring me to climax in less than a minute.
He delivered, and I felt the explosion between my legs, the powerful sensation I’d been craving all night. It was searing hot and so satisfying, strong enough to make me feel crippled when it was over. It was the kind of orgasm no other man could give me. My hand certainly couldn’t do it either. I turned into a puddle of goo, only feeling and not thinking. “Thank you…” I didn’t think twice before the words slipped from my mouth. When Hunt was buried between my legs, I could barely form coherent sentences.
“Don’t thank me for doing my job, baby.” He pressed his mouth to mine and gave me a tender kiss, the kind he usually gave when sex was over. It was all lips and no tongue, but it was just as sensual. He kissed the corner of my mouth then dragged his teeth across my jaw. “How many times do you want to come tonight?”
“I thought you were in charge.”
“I am.” He spoke against my ear. “Which is why I’m the one asking the questions.”
Despite being with him last night and the night before, I was so desperate for him it was like I hadn’t had sex in years. It felt like I hadn’t had a beautiful, sweaty man on top of me in ages. I rocked my body back into him with the limited mobility that I had, breathing and moaning as I sheathed his dick with my cream over and over.
“How many?” he whispered.
“As many as you can give me.”
He pressed his mouth over my ear as his hand fisted my hair. “Alright, then.”
* * *
We lay in the dark together, his chest pressed against my back. Hours had passed, and neither one of us could continue anymore. My body was sore from his enormous dick, and my skin had marks from where the ropes had cut into me. His face was pressed into the back of my neck, and his steady breaths floated across my skin. His muscular arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly like I might slip away.
It would be so easy to stay here, to sleep the entire night with this sexy man pressed right against me. I loved the way his chest expanded into my back every time he took a breath. I loved the way he smelled, masculine mixed with a hint of mint. I missed this comfort. I used to hate sleeping beside him. It was too hard. But now that I’d stopped sleeping with him, my nights were restless. I was tired all the time because I’d turned into an insomniac.
So I wanted to stay—right there.
But I couldn’t do that. Sleeping with him three nights in a row was bad enough. It made our complicated situation even more tangled. My desires were unclear—even to me. I didn’t know what I wanted, and I didn’t know how to stop myself from this addiction. I wanted to move on and forget about him, but I was in so deep it was hard to get out. But if I slept beside him all night, cuddled up together as a single person, it would put me even deeper into the hole.
And I might never get out.
I slowly slid from his grasp toward the edge of the bed. If I was quiet enough, he might not feel me slip away. Once he knew I was retreating, he would grab me and yank me back into bed, his arms acting as bars of a cell.
I reached the end but didn’t get far.
His large hand grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me back against his chest. It was like crashing into a mountain. I was shaken, but he remained solid. “No.” Like a caveman who only knew a few words, he said it as a command.
“I’m tired.”
“Then lie still and go to sleep.”
“You know I don’t want to sleep with you.” I moved away from him.
He yanked me back. “How many times am I going to call your bluff in a single day?” He positioned me in front of him and locked his arm around my waist so I couldn’t crawl away again. “You came to my lair tonight. My rules.”
It would easy to give up and just enjoy it. But I couldn’t allow that to happen. “We don’t sleep together.” I pushed his arm off. “I’m not changing my mind.”
This time, he let me go, his heavy arm moving to the side like a gate.
I rose to my feet and pulled my clothes from the floor.
He propped himself up on his elbow, looking at me with obvious irritation. He could push me, but there were times when I refused to be pushed. Right now, he knew my decision was as solid as concrete. “We have to talk about this when we get back.”
“Nothing to talk about.” I couldn’t look at him, not when he was naked in bed with the sheets bunched around his waist, the shape of his semihard dick outlined by the soft fabric. His hair was ruffled from my fingertips, and his sleepy expression was undeniably sexy. He was the most desirable man in the world, and I could have him a little longer if I stayed in that bed. But I couldn’t have a man I didn’t trust. Trust was everything to me—and we didn’t have it.
“We’ll see.” He lay down again with his eyes on the ceiling. “When is your plane leaving?”
“I’ll probably leave after I shower—sleep on the plane.”
“Then I’ll see you around, Titan.” He got comfortable and closed his eyes. “Don’t forget to leave some money on the table. You know, because I’m your whore.” Without raising his voice or even changing his tone, he announced his rage. He rested his hand behind his head while the other rested on his chest.
I pulled on my clothes and remained by the bed, feeling the wound from the invisible knife. He made me feel guilty when I had nothing to feel guilty about. He was the untruthful one, the untrustworthy one. I was still playing this game while keeping my heart out of the ring—at least, most of it. But he tore at my armor, hit me in a weak spot I didn’t detect. He knew exactly how I felt about him, so the insult was just a jab to get a rise out of me. He’d say anything to get me back in that bed.
I hated to admit it was working.
I crawled back on the bed and held myself above his face.
He opened his eyes when he knew I was there. His eyes were deep brown like the earth, full of life and vitality. He was wel
l-read, so every expression he made told a story. I could see his emotions at all times. He didn’t need to speak for me to know if he was angry, sad, or simply affectionate.
I leaned down and kissed him on the mouth, keeping it subtle and soft. If tongue got involved, I’d be back in that bed with my bra thrown across the room. I felt the stubble around his mouth with my soft lips and felt him breathe in when he felt me. “I love you.”
He smiled against my mouth and dug his hand into my hair. He deepened the kiss and breathed with me, his affection masculine and soothing. “And I love you, baby. So fucking much.”
* * *
I slept on the plane and got back to work the next morning. Even taking a few days off put me behind. Work never slept, and sometimes I wished I didn’t need to sleep either. I stayed at my main office near my penthouse and skipped Stratosphere since that’s all I’d been focusing on over the weekend.
I hadn’t spoken to Hunt since I’d left his room. Having some space away from would do me some good. Whenever we were in the same room together, clothes always came off and our bodies combined together. It was a terrible sickness I couldn’t overcome. When we were apart, it was a lot easier for me to be pragmatic.
Jessica’s voice came over the intercom. “Mr. Hunt is here to see you.”
Goddammit. “Why?”
“I…I don’t know. I just thought it was okay if he didn’t have an appointment. Do you want me to tell him to leave?”
I sighed before I returned my finger to the button. “No. Send him in.”
“Yes, Titan.”
A moment later, Jessica opened the glass doors and ushered Hunt inside. He looked sexy naked with messy hair, but when he was dressed up in a fresh suit with his hair styled, he looked even more scrumptious. He walked into my office like he owned the space and took a seat in the chair facing my desk. I wasn’t greeted with a hello, not even a smile. I just got his intense expression, his bedroom eyes. He never cared if anyone noticed the way he stared at me. He would do it even with a camera pointed in his face.
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