“Anna.” Greg’s work on increasing the realism of the characters had really paid off. These men oozed charisma and made her panties embarrassingly damp.
“Dante’s lover,” Dante said in a growl.
Gabriel’s brows rose. “Is that right?” he asked her. “Are you going to let Dante put his hands on your naked body?”
The waitress arrived to take their orders, forestalling her reply. Was she? Dante cupped her shoulder, impudent fingers dipping beneath the neckline of her dress. His callused fingertips dragged against her skin, the friction shooting pleasure to her breasts. God, she could easily imagine his mouth following the same path, his lips licking, mouth sucking. The erotic assault engendered by his touch streaked from her breasts, tugged at her stomach and settled between her legs. Her breath whooshed out, her clothes brushing her acutely sensitive skin when she shifted, resettling her weight on the bench.
“Or will you let us touch your naked body?” Cayle asked once the waitress left.
“Oh God,” Anna said faintly, imagining the scene only too clearly. Lust beat an urgent tempo in her, wetness pooling between her thighs. Dante nibbled the delicate skin below her ear and she fought a whimper at the increase in sensual bliss.
Gabriel’s wicked smile hiked her pulse rate even more. “I think that’s a yes.”
“Anna?” Dante brushed aside the fall of her long hair and licked the hollow of her throat.
“Yes.” Was the breathy assent really her? Why shouldn’t she indulge her fantasies? This was a game after all.
“Is there somewhere we can go?” Dante’s gaze stroked her face, leaving her breathless. “Somewhere private?”
“Of course.” Anna started to stand but Dante stayed her with a hand on her forearm.
Gabriel leaned back, straightening from his comfortable slouch. “There’s plenty of time. Let’s eat first. Have a few drinks and get to know each other.”
“Okay.” God, why couldn’t she meet men like this in real life? Yes, they’d checked out her body, obviously appreciated her, but they weren’t making assumptions or rushing her into sex. They weren’t treating her like a brainless bimbo, and although they’d looked, they weren’t speaking to her breasts.
Their drinks arrived and the men chatted about their ranch and the cattle they intended to sell plus the new shed they wanted to build.
“What do you do for a job?” Gabriel picked up her hand and glided his fingers across the back of it while waiting for her reply.
Despite the struggle to concentrate and form an articulate reply, a surge of pride struck Anna. She and the guys had kicked butt on this game. The personal interaction these men exhibited was so natural she couldn’t believe this wasn’t one of the social situations played out in bars across the country. She twinkled at him and gave herself a new job, one that wouldn’t invite lots of questions. “I’m a secretary. I work for a law firm.”
“Funny, I don’t picture you as a secretary,” Dante said.
“Why?” Ice coated Anna’s voice this time.
Dante picked up a lock of her hair and lightly tugged. “You’re obviously intelligent. Now if you’d said a lawyer I wouldn’t have been surprised.”
The tension bled from her shoulders and she relaxed against him. Their waitress delivered their meals and she dug in with pleasure. The fries were hot and crisp, the ketchup tangy and the meat in the burgers succulent. She enjoyed every mouthful even more knowing the calories wouldn’t end up on her hips and ass.
“Man, this tastes good.” Cayle stated her thoughts out loud.
“You must have been hungry,” she said.
“Not only for food.” Dante’s growl resonated within her, pushing awareness to new heights.
Anna swallowed, letting the truth burst free inside her. She hadn’t wanted a man or, in this case, men so much for a long time and she couldn’t wait to unwrap them one garment at a time. She leaned closer to Dante and stole a kiss. She stroked her finger across his cheek and grinned at him. “Good because I really wanna do bad things with you.”
“How bad?” Interest shined on Gabriel’s face.
Cayle cursed softly and put down his burger, wiping his fingers with a paper napkin. “When?”
“Give me half an hour first,” Dante said to his brother and cousin before turning his attention back on her. “Is this place of yours far away?” Dante tugged on her hair again, the small pain bringing corresponding pleasure. She clenched her thighs together, sensing this could be a turning point in her life. If they didn’t kill her with pleasure and trigger the safety features in the game first.
Chapter Two
They half fell into the adjoining game room, Dante’s back crashing against the wall. Anna kicked the door shut and grabbed a fistful of Dante’s shirt. Part of her noticed the scenery—a bedroom with a king-size bed. Through the window she caught a glimpse of the view with paddocks giving way to scrubby sagebrush and rolling hills.
Hell, she was so far from New York she might as well have called the place Outer Mongolia. The scenery rated pretty hot right here in the bedroom though.
Grinning, she crushed his mouth under hers. So good. How could a figment of her imagination taste so masculine? Addictive?
If the sex lived up to this kiss, she’d be back. Hell, she’d never leave.
Impatient to see more of him, she attacked the buttons of his shirt. He stood passively, letting her wrench them open, struggling to go fast. The corner of his mouth quirked up in silent humor, the lustful glow in his brown eyes betraying his eagerness for greater intimacy.
Finally, finally she yanked the shirt away to bare his chest.
“Sexy,” she whispered, running her fingers through the black hair peppered across his pectorals.
“Too slow,” he countered, whirling her around and forcing her against the wall. Their mouths ground together, teeth clacking before they found the perfect fit. His taste flowed over her. The warmth of his hands seeped into her skin, heating her secret places. “What’s the quickest way to get you out of this dress?”
“There’s a zipper.” She gestured at the left side of her body.
“Undo it before I rip something.”
Heart pounding Anna tugged on the zipper and the fabric gaped away from her chest.
“Better,” Dante growled, his hands slipping beneath the fabric to cup her breasts through her bra.
“Much better,” she agreed breathlessly, shimmying her hips in an attempt to dislodge her dress. She wanted skin against skin. Right now. God, yesterday. “I need you to touch me.” An urgent wriggle didn’t shift the fabric over her ass. Damn, it would have to go over her head. She tore from his grasp and whipped the dress back up her body, cursing when the fabric caught on an earring.
“Come here. Let me,” Dante said.
To her chagrin he untangled her with one deft move and whisked the dress over her head. Then his hands were exploring her breasts, tracing his finger along the cup and dipping below. He crowded her against the wall, kissing her urgently. Hunger exploded through her even more intense than before and she fumbled with his jeans. Off. She needed them off so she could examine his body and test the weight of his cock.
He continued to kiss her, the steady invade and retreat of his tongue making her body hum, her folds moisten even more. Desperate for some intimate pressure, her hand slid down her body, over her belly and beneath her black panties. Her finger skimmed her sex, her clit, the spike of pleasure feeling so good she groaned against Dante’s mouth. She repeated the stroking move before Dante lifted his head.
He made a tsking sound deep in his throat. “Naughty, naughty.”
Anna laughed. “Naughty is good.”
“What about sex with a stranger?”
“Even better.” Anna kept her smile in place, despite the blip in her pulse rate. This was a game. She knew nothing could hurt her, but if she met a man like Dante in real life she’d jump into bed with him in a heartbeat. She wouldn’t be able to resist.
Too bad he wasn’t real. She could fall in love with a man like Dante.
Dante cupped her face, lifting it to meet his gaze. “Hey, where did you go?”
She could hardly tell him he wasn’t real yet he expected an answer. “Guys take one look at me and visualize sex. They think of fucking and pleasure. They’re never interested in my mind or thoughts.” What the hell are you thinking? They’d programmed characters to act like real people. She’d scare him off if she wasn’t careful.
“Do you want to go back to the bar?”
“You would do that? Back away and take me back to the bar?” His gentlemanly offer threw her into panic. The last thing she wanted was for him to back off, not when her body ached so badly for his touch.
“If that’s what you wanted.”
She clutched his shoulder, her fingers digging into his flesh. “Don’t go.”
“Thank you, God,” he said in a heartfelt voice. And before she could answer, he lifted her with ease, tossing her on the bed and following her down. “You’re bewitching.” He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, a strangely tender gesture from a man who didn’t know her.
“I want your cock inside me.”
“I want that too.” He pinched her nipple through her bra, the twinge of pain darting to her sex and swelling into a wave of pleasure.
“Then do it,” Anna wailed, frustrated with this chatter and her stupid fears. “Please. I need you. I need the release.”
“Have you had a hard week?”
“A dry spell,” she countered in a hard voice. At any other time embarrassment would’ve emblazoned her cheeks. Hell, she’d never admit something like this to a man, and certainly not on a first date. A woman had her measure of pride after all.
Dante reached behind to unfasten her bra. Then her panties went the same way leaving her naked to his gaze. He stood without taking his attention off her, his hands unfastening his jeans. He pushed the denim and black boxer-briefs down his legs in one swift blur of clothing. His cock sprang free, attracting her attention. Long and thick, she imagined how his erection would feel stretching her flesh as he thrust into her.
“Dante,” she whispered in a soft plea.
The corner of his mouth tipped up and he allowed her to witness the raw desire in him. He approached the bed slowly, as if he thought she might take fright. Little did he know. She wasn’t kidding about the dry spell, but it was preferable to getting hurt again and ending up with a guy who didn’t see the real Anna. If all she had in her future was sex in the Reality Suite then so be it.
Cripes, enough already. She was spoiling a perfectly good sexual interlude with a stranger by over thinking everything. She smiled and held out her arms. “Wanna help me cure a dry spell?”
“It’ll be my pleasure.”
While she expected fast and furious, this time he seduced and cajoled until passion rushed through her again. He strummed her nipple while feathering kisses down her neck.
Meantime she did some exploring of her own, running her fingers across his back, letting them drift down to fondle his spectacular ass. While some girls checked out smiles or muscles or packages, she was definitely attracted to a man’s butt. She pinched and smoothed away the sting with a firm stroke of fingers.
He stilled. “That hurt.”
“It’s very sexy.”
A twinkle appeared in his dark eyes. “You like my butt?”
“Yeah.” For an instant she thought about the stranger she’d seen passing the computer lab earlier. He’d been wearing jeans too. “It makes me want to take a nibble or two.”
Silent humor danced in him. “Speaking of butts, I think yours is pretty special. It’s round and shapely.”
“It’s too big. It jiggles.” She snapped her mouth shut. Way to go. No wonder she didn’t have a successful love life. She possessed such great conversational skills.
“I don’t find skinny women attractive.”
“Oh.” She gifted him a pleased smile. Way to go, team. They’d really cracked it with this game.
He smiled back and continued to watch her face while he curled his tongue around one nipple. A shudder worked through her. Still holding her gaze he moved down her body, taking small nips and at other times giving her wet, nosy kisses. He parted her legs and lifted her to his mouth, his gaze darting to hers.
She sizzled under the blatant masculine appraisal. Heat flooded her cheeks but she couldn’t look away. His eyes smoldered while his thumb stroked rhythmically over the thin strip of pubic hair.
A needy moan built deep in her throat and she attempted to move, bucking into his touch.
“Steady. Patience.”
“Don’t tease me.” She was ridiculously wet and needy. Don’t worry about that. Remember, no matter how real this feels, it’s just a game. He’s not real. Another stroke of his thumb sent a rush of blood to her brain.
“I won’t.” He paused, seeming to weigh her reactions when he made another pass of his thumb.
Her heart pounded as she writhed, trying to get him to focus right where she wanted it, but he used his greater weight to hold her still. “Dante,” she wailed in frustration.
“Would you like me to use my mouth?”
“God yes.” She couldn’t think of anything better right at this moment.
He finally broke their gazes and lowered his head, licking down her slit with a firm stroke of his tongue. A curl of heat struck hard. She pinched one of her nipples, sensation spiraling down to her pussy. The walls of her cunt clamped down on emptiness. She needed his cock to fill the ache.
“I love the way you taste.” He licked again, this time rimming her entrance with his tongue.
A whimper escaped, her hips jerking upward sharply. His tongue pushed a little inside her. Not enough. “More,” she insisted.
“A bit demanding, aren’t you?”
“Oh, and you don’t think I won’t consider payback?”
“Counting on it,” he said smoothly. Warm puffs of air from his breath added to the heat simmering through her pussy. He licked again, this time circling her clit. She groaned at the shards of pleasure surging inside and thumbed her nipple again.
A finger pushed inside her at the same time his mouth made direct contact with her swollen clit. Instantly pleasure suffused her. Hot and heady, it rippled through her body in waves. Hunger pushed an eager groan up her throat and the way he curved his finger, stroking sensitive flesh along the front wall of her pussy pushed her higher, faster.
“Dante.” Anna couldn’t hold still. She thrashed about under his grip, moaning at each stroke of his finger, each touch of his lips. The delicious tension built higher and higher and her hips canted upward. So, so good. Each breath came in a hoarse gasp, the sweet pleasure suddenly snapping. Her pussy rippled around his finger, the spasms going on for a long time.
“Good?”
She heard the smile in his voice, the utter male smugness and couldn’t find it in herself to care, not when he’d done such a good job. “At the risk of giving you a swollen head—very good,” she purred.
He moved up the bed and pressed a kiss to her lips. She tasted herself, smelled the faint muskiness of his skin. The sensory details surprised her for a while until she remembered Greg mentioned doing some more tweaking in this area.
When he fucked her they wouldn’t require condoms, but she’d be able to feel his semen bathing her pussy when he came and register his masculine scent. When he withdrew she should even feel his come dripping from her. A wet spot. Laughter bubbled up inside at the notion. So romantic.
“Your breasts are stunning,” he murmured. “Very sexy.”
“They’re the bane of my existence.” Wow, honesty again. “Men notice them and make assumptions.”
“You’re gorgeous. Every inch of you.” He kissed her again—a deep, wet kiss that made her toes curl. He cornered the market on sexy, and she loved the way he gazed at her in the eyes instead of letting his attention drift to her breasts like the other
men she met.
He reached over and pulled out the top drawer of the nightstand. He lifted out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. A shiver worked down her spine on seeing them. Although he didn’t require them, she appreciated his thoughtfulness for her safety. Another element of reality.
The crackle of the foil wrapping and the snap of the latex was a nice touch to the game soundtrack. She watched him roll the condom onto his cock, her pulse rate racing the entire time.
He moved over her swiftly, lining up his cock and pushing into her with one efficient stroke. Fully embedded, he gathered her into his arms and smiled down at her. “I’ve been looking forward to this since the first instant I glimpsed you.”
“That long, huh?”
“One look and I wanted you.”
He was spinning her a line but what did it matter? This was a game designed to imitate life. She let a flirtatious smile loose and undulated beneath him. While she might not get love and happy-ever-after, she would experience pleasure. Lots of sexual satisfaction.
Her fingers speared into his hair, hands cupping his skull while she offered her lips. His kisses made the strength bleed from her knees. Just as well she was lying down. As he started to move, thrusting, invading and retreating, her hips strained upward. She gripped his ass, fingernails digging in to the muscle then relaxing.
“Such a sexy ass.”
“What?” He thrust hard and paused fully seated. “No compliments about my big cock?”
A giggle burst from her.
Smug satisfaction lit his expression. “Well? I’m waiting.”
“It’s very nice.”
“Nice? A blah word. You could mean anything.”
“I don’t want you to get a swollen head,” she said in a prim voice.
“I could say I already have a swollen head, but you’re making me crazy. I have to move.”
Yeah, exactly what she wanted.
True to his word, he slid back and thrust into her again. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on her body. This is what she wanted all the time—this exquisite friction of male against female. The electric tremor of orgasm started at a low simmer, increasing with each measured rock of his shaft into her body.
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