Bad Business

by Nicole Edwards

  I tend to go with the flow, oftentimes sitting back and chilling.

  Now is not one of those times.

  Sure, it would’ve been so fucking easy to let this woman dominate me here in my hotel room, but holy fuck. Her blistering hot mouth on my skin threw me there for a second. The way she teased my nipples…fuck. I’m not sure I’ve ever been with a woman who was interested in tormenting me in such a sensual way.

  I like it, don’t get me wrong.

  However…

  Having Savannah beneath me again, her soft body practically molded to mine, has shifted the chemicals in my brain and that sexual beast that’s generally waiting in the wings has lifted its head and roared.

  Mine!

  She might be in charge when it comes to most aspects of her life, but I can tell you, she isn’t in charge here. For one, I want her too fucking much to let her loose. No way will I last long enough to get my fill of her if she continues to blow my mind the way she has in the few minutes she’s been in my room.

  Yes, that first night was amazing. However, it had been a sprint that night. Granted, we did it over and over again, but still. Tonight, I fully intend to show her just how good it can be when we take our time.

  “If I let your hands go, you think you can be still?”

  Her eyes are glazed, her lower lip swollen from the way she’s been biting it. A clipped nod is the only response I receive.

  Slowly, I unclasp my hand from around her wrist, then ease down her body, nudging her shirt up with my chin. She draws in a sharp breath when the stubble on my jaw abrades her skin. I lick her then, my tongue sliding along the smooth skin beneath her navel.

  I feel her shift, so I lift my head. “Don’t move.”

  Another jerky nod.

  I resume my position over her stomach, kissing her the way she kissed me minutes ago. Of course, I’m taking my time because that’s the only way I know to go. It would be far too easy to let this get out of control, to ride the conflagration that threatens to ignite between us. But I’m not willing to bypass this part.

  I focus on kissing and licking her skin, working her shirt higher until I reveal the sexy red lace bra that lovingly cups her generous breasts. Shifting, I capture her legs between my thighs, then remain kneeling as I move higher, kissing the tops of her breasts, which are spilling out of her bra.

  It’s then that I notice the front clasp. While I make eye contact, I quickly flick it open, then slide the cups to the side, revealing her perfect tits with the cherry red nipples. The growl that rumbles in my chest is not something I can control.

  “Fucking perfect tits,” I mumble before leaning down and sliding my tongue over one taut nipple.

  Savannah sucks in another sharp breath, a moan escaping on her exhale.

  “Like that?” I lift my head to meet her gaze.

  She nods.

  “Yeah, so do I,” I say with a grin before resuming my feast.

  Minutes pass as I tease her nipples, laving her breasts while her chest rises and falls rapidly.

  “Jason…” Her back bows when I suck roughly on one nipple, gently nibbling the puckered tip with my teeth.

  I’ll admit, I like that she used my first name. I like it a fucking lot.

  Pressing the back of my hand flat against her belly, I hold her still as she bucks and writhes beneath the onslaught. While she’s caught up in what I’m doing to her, I slip my hand lower, dipping beneath the waistband of her jeans. The backs of my fingertips graze the silk that covers her and I easily slide beneath it.

  “Oh, God,” she moans.

  Her jeans pose a problem, so I sit up on my knees, watching her intensely as I work free the button, then lower the zipper. Her eyes meet mine.

  “You still want this?” I ask.

  “Yes.” Her voice is husky and so damn sexy. “So much.”

  I climb off the bed as I work her jeans off her legs, careful to ensure her panties remain in place. I’m not ready for those to go just yet. I pause to tug off her boots before discarding them to the floor along with the denim.

  “Take the shirt and bra off,” I instruct as I climb back on the bed, this time lying on my side so that I can watch what I’m doing to her.

  Savannah does as I ask, leaving her clad in nothing but those sexy fucking panties.

  When she relaxes back on the mattress, I lean down and kiss her. I can feel the frantic need boiling in my veins, but I’m determined to keep this slow. This time. We’ll have plenty of opportunities to tear each other’s clothes off and fuck like rabbits in the future. But right now, I have other plans.

  And they involve taking my time with her.

  I break the kiss and once again position her arms above her head. “Don’t move. I like seeing you just like this.”

  A blush reddens her skin from her chest to her cheeks, but she doesn’t move.

  “I’m gonna worship you,” I tell her, kissing her jaw. “And when I’m done making you come all over my face, I plan to fuck you until neither of us can breathe.”

  She gasps when I slip my hand beneath her panties, my middle finger sliding between her slick slit, grazing the swollen bundle of nerves as I ease lower, finding her wet and ready for me.

  Oh, yeah.

  I fully intend to take my time with her.

  Savannah

  Honestly, I’m not really sure what’s going on here. I’m so blissed out, my brain fuzzy from the intoxicating sensations that are racking my body, I’m not even sure which way is up.

  With every soft caress of Stone’s hands on my skin, I burn hotter, brighter.

  Truthfully, I haven’t been with a man who has wanted to take his time like this. Most of my experience has been that point where you’re so fucking horny you can’t stand it. But then, the next thing you know, it’s over and you’re wondering exactly what happened because the release wasn’t nearly as intense as the buildup.

  Granted, that certainly wasn’t the case with Stone during our previous encounter. Not once did I wonder that. The man blew my mind so many times, it’s a wonder I remember that night at all.

  However, this isn’t fast, this isn’t dirty, so I’m not having that problem.

  I can recall every single thing Stone has done thus far, every scrape of his skin against mine, every kiss, lick. Just thinking about it makes my nipples tighten painfully.

  But the way his thick finger dips inside me is the best part. On instinct, my pussy clenches around the digit, desperate for more.

  “Ah, sweet girl,” he whispers, leaning forward and sucking my nipple into his mouth as he thrusts that finger all the way.

  I cry out as unbelievable pleasure hits me like a lightning bolt. My back bows, but somehow I manage to keep my hands above my head, not wanting him to stop for even a second. He continues to penetrate me with that one finger, fucking into me until my eyes are crossing.

  He lifts his head and his warm breath brushes over my neck.

  “You want more?” he whispers, a seductive rasp in my ear.

  “Yes,” I say, a breathless moan following when he retreats, then pushes two fingers inside me.

  I’m on the verge of an erotic meltdown and I think he knows this. I want more, need more, but I can’t formulate the words because my entire world is centered between my legs, deep inside me where he’s brushing that sensitive spot that has heat blooming in my core.

  Before I can grasp what is happening, I explode, my orgasm stealing my breath and my sanity.

  I don’t even have a chance to catch my breath when Stone is moving between my legs, his shoulders forcing my thighs apart. I’m still wearing my panties, which I know are soaked at this point, but there’s nothing I can do because he has pulled them to the side and he’s on me once again, his tongue lappi
ng at my clit, working me right into the throes of another climax.

  Before I tumble headfirst into the orgasm, Stone pauses, which allows me to catch my breath. I feel the silk shift and my panties are back in place, but not for long because he then works them between my labia, the fabric sensually scraping my hypersensitive clit. Then he’s sucking on my nipple again, while he uses my own panties to work me into another frenzy.

  I can’t take any more, the sensations overwhelming until an electrical current sparks in my core, radiating out through every nerve ending.

  “Jason!” I can’t even muffle the scream that escapes as I come in a rush.

  And then he’s over me. I’m not sure how or when it happened, but he’s naked and so am I. His latex-covered cock is pressing against my entrance and he’s kissing me. This time I do defy him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him as tightly as I can when he thrusts deep inside me, filling me, stretching me so perfectly.

  Desperate, pleading moans battle for supremacy against my breaths, but I’m not even worried about how loud I am because Stone fucks me hard, slamming into me, our bodies moving together, rattling the headboard mounted to the wall.

  Yes, this is what I remember. Soul-wrenching, mind-numbing, out-of-control need that shrouds us in a haze of desperate, aching pleasure.

  I can feel the slickness of his skin as the room heats, leaving us coated in perspiration, but he still doesn’t stop, impaling me while I cradle his hips with my thighs, desperate to feel even more of him, although I’m not sure that’s possible.

  “So beautiful,” he whispers against my ear. “I want you to come again, Savannah. Come all over my cock, baby. Let me feel that sweet pussy squeeze my dick.”

  His dirty words go straight from my ears to my clit and I’m spinning, riding the ecstasy that I’ve never known was even possible as he pushes us both higher and higher with every punishing thrust of his hips.

  “Jason…oh, fuck…oh, God…I’m gonna…”

  “Come for me. Come for me now, Savannah.”

  I do.

  My body shatters and I feel the powerful pulse of his cock inside me when he comes with a muffled roar that’s buried in my neck.

  I’m trying to catch my breath, but he’s heavy, his body completely covering mine. And although I’m desperate for air, I don’t want to release him.

  So I don’t.

  Chapter 18

  Stone

  I’m pretty sure I just had an out-of-body experience.

  I’m not even positive what just happened besides I had the most intense orgasm of my entire fucking life. Better even than that first night with Savannah. And truthfully, I hadn’t thought it possible. Except, this time…I know her name and I can tell we’ve got a connection that goes further than the mere physical.

  And now, the only thing my brain seems to be processing is the fact that I’m crushing this woman into the mattress. Yet I’m having a difficult time moving. Her warmth, her smooth hands on my back…I don’t want her to stop touching me. And moving means the possibility of her silky heat leaving me.

  Unfortunately, I have to or I’m going to do some serious damage to this incredible woman who’s still beneath me. The same woman who just shattered my mind, depleted my body, then miraculously pieced me back together in the span of a few intense minutes.

  Somehow, I manage to flip onto my back, bringing Savannah with me, my arm curling around her back as I hold her close. I’ve never been the cuddling type, but I can’t seem to let her go. Maybe in a minute when my brain comes back online I can figure out my next move.

  Until then, I’m just going to close my eyes.

  Only for a minute.

  * * *

  —

  When my eyes open, it feels like I’ve been asleep for an eternity, but the clock tells me that it’s only been twenty minutes. Shifting, I manage to slide out from under Savannah, hating that I’m letting her go. However, the condom has to go and I need a second to catch my breath.

  Seriously.

  What the fuck just happened?

  It’s quite possible what we did transcended time and space and left me altered in a way I’ve never experienced before. I’m not sure I can even explain it.

  On the other hand, I think my dick is quite aware of what happened and he’s already interested in round two based on the fact that I’m still hard, aching, even eager. That doesn’t usually happen to me. I mean, not this quickly, anyway.

  Once I’m in the bathroom, I shut the door, dispose of the condom, then give myself a good once-over in the mirror. Although I feel different, I don’t look it.

  Figuring I have time for a fast shower, I turn on the water, then climb in. I close my eyes as the heat consumes me, wishing like hell I’d thought to invite Savannah in here beforehand. Instead, I find myself fantasizing about her joining me, that sweet mouth of hers wrapping around my dick.

  Yeah. Not helping.

  It takes effort, but I manage to go through the motions, washing up then hurrying to dry and yanking on some shorts before returning to the room. My eyes instantly shoot to the bed but it’s empty.

  Disappointment floods me and I turn, finding Savannah jerking on her clothes near the door.

  I stand there, staring at her.

  She’s about to bolt on me. Again.

  Her eyes lift to mine.

  I don’t say anything because I can see by the look on her face that it won’t matter if I do. What do I say anyway? Stay here tonight? Don’t leave my bed until you absolutely have to? Neither of those are going to go over well. I’m well aware of the fact that Savannah isn’t looking for anything more than a quick romp, so the best thing to do would be to let her leave, even though that’s the last thing I want.

  “I…uh…” She buttons her jeans, then reaches for her shoes.

  My jaw clenches tightly, anger replacing the confusion. No, letting her leave is not the best thing. Not by a long shot.

  “I have to go,” she blurts, turning toward the door.

  Before she can get her hand on the knob, I’m behind her, halting her progress with a hand on the door.

  “Don’t go,” I whisper.

  “I have to.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  She nods, but doesn’t turn around.

  “This isn’t me,” she whispers and I can hear pain in her voice.

  That pulls me up short, so I take her hand and turn her around. I need to see her face.

  “What isn’t you?”

  She waves a hand. “This. The…casual sex thing.”

  I lift an eyebrow. “Casual sex?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t recall anything casual about what we just did.” Mind-blowing, body-numbing, maybe. Damn sure not casual.

  She doesn’t say anything more and I feel the need to fill the void with something. “What? You don’t usually blow a guy’s mind like that?”

  That’s hard to believe considering it was the second time she’d done as much with very few words involved.

  Her eyes snap up to mine.

  “I…We shouldn’t have done that,” she says, her tone almost frantic.

  At least she’s smart enough to realize we’re both in this together.

  “No?”

  “No. This is…”

  Cupping her face, I hold her so I can look in her eyes. “Don’t make excuses, Savannah.”

  “I’m not.”

  “You are.”

  She shakes her head. “I shouldn’t have slept with you.”

  Okay, so it’s clear she’s trying to piss me off. If she’s not careful, it’s going to work.

  “That wasn’t part of the plan and I…” She sighs, then pulls away from my touch.
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  “Plan? I didn’t realize there was a plan.”

  Savannah shakes her head. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.”

  I laugh, can’t help it. “Well, that’s a first.”

  “What?”

  “You think you took advantage of me?”

  “Well, yes,” she says, her tone firm. “I came over here. I’m the one who came on to you.”

  “And you think I didn’t want that?” I ask, keeping my voice low. She’s clearly spooked and the last damn thing I want is for her to leave right now. “Trust me, I wanted it. I’ve wanted it since the first night when I woke up to find you gone. Shit, I’m ready to go again in case you haven’t noticed.”

  I would much prefer an instant replay—in slow motion, of course—of what we just did a few minutes ago right there on that hotel bed. From the look on her face, that isn’t going to happen, but I still don’t want her to leave.

  I like this woman.

  I like her a lot.

  And not only because sex with her proves to be the most fantastic sex of my entire life, but also because she’s smart and funny and sexy as hell. I just want to spend some time with her.

  “What if what we just did affects your game?” The somber note in her voice tells me she’s really worried about that.

  Unfortunately, I can’t give her a serious answer. Instead, my eyes widen and I stand there in shock.

  “I didn’t think about that,” I tell her.

  “See.” Savannah shakes her head again. “What if you lose tomorrow’s game because I threw off your mojo?”

  I laugh. It’s probably not appropriate, but I can’t help myself.

  When she looks shocked, I reach for her, pulling her into my arms. “It doesn’t work like that, Savannah.”

  “Sure it does.”

  “No,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “It doesn’t. I’m not superstitious.”

  “Maybe you should be.”

  Again I chuckle, then pull back and stare down into her face. “No. I shouldn’t. And neither should you.”

  I can tell she’s not on board with that just yet.