Sugar and Sin Bundle

by Stacey Joy Netzel

  Why?

  This is not my house.

  So?

  His mouth located the exact spot on her neck that if sucked on just right could send her into a mini orgasm. As if he read her mind his lips tighten and his tongue swirled. Russ tugged at her shirt until his hand slid up and cupped her breast. An involuntary moan escaped her, which didn’t sound very sexy, even to her own ears. But Russ didn’t seem to notice and continued to nibble and suck.

  Her legs hit the back of the couch and he began to maneuver her down. As much as Russ made her mindless, she couldn’t forget the piece of custom made furniture that cost the show five grand.

  “Not on the couch.”

  “Bathroom?”

  They shouldn’t be doing this. It was unprofessional. What if someone found out? “This is wrong. This someone’s home.” Her breathless protest sounded weak.

  “Your place?” He went right back to kissing her.

  Oh man, he kissed so good that she wanted to be so bad. She broke away. “Too far,” she said before pulling open the light jacket he wore.

  “Will the floor do?”

  Said floor was covered with a blue drop cloth; underneath it lay the new area rug. When they were done they could roll up the covering—kind of like rolling up a dead body and getting rid of the evidence. No one would know and with Neil’s mother on the mend, he’d be back and Russ would be gone. No harm, no foul. His mouth found that spot again and she yanked the jacket off, nearly tearing off his arms in the process.

  “Victoria, is that a yes?” he growled against her neck.

  Oh man, the way her name sounded coming out of his throat in a desperate plea. “Yes.” The floor, up against the wall, hell, if he were Spiderman then on the ceiling. She didn’t care. If he made love as well as he kissed she wouldn’t know where she was anyway.

  Russ didn’t waste any time guiding her down onto the floor. They kneeled facing each other. “By the way, the couch looks great in here,” he said, lifting her top over her head and tossing it into the same corner as his jacket.

  “And the paint color?” she asked playfully as she returned the favor with his shirt. She ran a finger along down the middle of his chest. Hmmmmm, oil? She didn’t remember him having it on earlier during the shoot. And she would have remembered.

  “Great, didn’t know what I was thinking.”

  Oil forgotten she said, “Wow, you really are desperate to get laid.”

  “Desperate for you.” He leaned forward, nudging her to lay back.

  She reveled in the edge in his voice.

  He straddled her body. Her hands slid up the slick hard ridges of his abs. Hmmm … there was no scent to the oil. Still, it felt deliciously naughty. She delved lower to the band of his jeans. The bulge of his erection promised what Ava predicted. A snap closure. How convenient. She’d ponder the oil later. She gave a slight tug with two fingers and it opened with ease, while the other hand continued to explore. Before she could reach for the other buttons, Russ grabbed her hands, pulling her arms above her head.

  He was stretched out on top of her. Eye to eye. His slick body felt deliciously wicked against her own.

  “Me, first.”

  “I was trying to do you first.”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “But I—”

  “But nothing. I want to taste you all over.”

  “All over?”

  “Yes.” After another passionate kiss he added, “Let me know if I miss a spot.”

  Before she could answer him, Russ’s mouth continued on its journey, rendering her speechless. Leisurely, kissing her all over like he was on pleasure cruise and her body was the ocean. Or maybe he was the ocean, lapping up against her? Upon reaching her swollen clit, he took several tentative licks. “You taste better than that cupcake.” His tongue swirled. “Remember how you licked the icing off? Teasing me?”

  “I wasn’t—” He stopped his tongue. “Yes, yes, I remember.” Victoria was ashamed that it came out as a strangled cry.

  “Good, because I’m going to return the favor.” He settled himself into a comfortable position between her legs. Looking up, he met her confused gaze. “Feel free to scream my name.”

  “I don’t scream.” She bit down on her lip to keep from doing so.

  “You will now, luv.”

  Like a GPS loaded with a road map of her body, Russ licked each point of interest without straying off course.

  Victoria was the one who was lost. Lost in sensations his tongue created. She was so close. Her hips greedily pushed into his mouth. His pace quickened. So very close. Afraid he would stop or slow down, she grasp his head with one hand and pulled him closer. The nails of her other hand dug into his shoulder. Russ let out muffled growl, sending her over the edge into a realm of pleasure she never visited before. The only thought in her mind as she drifted back to reality was that she’d needed to sign up for frequent flyer miles.

  “For the record, you did scream.”

  Russ stretched his body over hers, his elbows bent on either side of Victoria supporting his weight. She opened her eyes to see him gazing down at her with a smile that could’ve killed Medusa. Victoria was beyond caring about her pride. Russ was amazing. Plain and simple. “I believe a bit of scratching, too.”

  He rubbed the stubble on his chin. “A bit? I might be scarred for life.”

  “Wimp.”

  Russ pulled himself up to his knees, sitting astride her waist. He tugged on the buttons of his jeans and pulled out the thickest cock Victoria had ever seen. Never mind the ten inches. Victoria hoped to God that he was fully erect because any bigger would border on freakish. She finally looked up.

  Russ raised one eyebrow and in his sarcastic laced tone that she was coming to know so well, “You were saying?”

  What was I saying?

  He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. After taking out a condom, he tossed the wallet behind him. He ripped the foil and handed her the packet. “Want to do the honors?”

  Yes, yes she did.

  His hand pulled his hair back off his face and watched as she rolled the condom onto his shaft. Smiling when she stretched the material to its breaking point, his gaze met hers. Victoria thought he was quite possibly the sexiest man that ever walked the planet. At any other time the satisfied smirk on his face would’ve pissed her off, but it was well deserved. “You’re full of yourself, you know.”

  Russ shrugged. “You’re about to be full of me too.”

  He really needed to be taken down a peg or two, but it could wait. With his knee he parted her legs and placed his cock at her opening. He hesitated. “You’re so small.”

  “I believe I said I can handle you.”

  He smirked at the reference to her claim from—was it only a yesterday? This was fast, even for her. But she didn’t care.

  Despite her claim, he entered her slowly. The void inside her filled like the Universe’s Big Bang.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Hmmmmm … you?”

  “About to die,” he said through clenched teeth.

  “Good, that would solve everything,” she teased. She expected a laugh but instead he pulled out and pushed back in with the full force of his body. Pleasure shot through her.

  “No, it won’t because I’m taking you with me.”

  Playtime was over and Russ went to work, pumping in and out with hard, steady stokes. Too steady. She needed it faster. She needed him wild. Out of control.

  “Faster.” She moved her hips frantically.

  “Bossy in bed too,” he growled against her neck. But he took the control, instead of losing it, grabbing her hips so she couldn’t move, while his cock stroked in and out. Again and again, faster and faster. “Like that, cupcake?”

  Oh, no she was starting to like his nickname for her. It almost sounded like a term of endearment. Victoria desperately tried to move with him but his grasp was too strong. “I—.” Then her insides coiled with pl
easure, wrapping tighter and tighter until springing gloriously loose all at once. “Russ!”

  Russ let out a beastly roar of release.

  Her nails raked down his muscled back. Then dug in as she rode out aftershocks of both their climaxes, practically sobbing into his neck.

  Russ rolled off of her and onto his back in an exhausted flop. “So have you killed a man yet?”

  Victoria smiled to herself, but resisted the urge to snuggle up next to him. “No.” She turned on her side, leaning on her forearm, and examined his incredibly sculpted body. She wondered how long his recovery time was. “Not yet.”

  A piece of her usually well-coifed hair fell in her face and she swept it back with her hand. She rubbed her oily fingers together. With the immediate glow of great sex worn off, what once felt naughty now felt slightly grimy.

  So why the oil? Why did he leave in the first place?

  And why didn’t she ask before she jumped him? Because you knew he’d be amazing. Oh, he was amazing. You didn’t want to know the answer. I still don’t.

  “Um … Russ, what’s up with the oil?”

  Chapter 14

  If only he’d taken more time washing off but with a line of guys waiting to use the showers at the theater he did a rush job. Never in his life had Russ wanted to lie more than he did right now. But women knew when he wasn’t telling the truth. He didn’t know what gave him away, but he gave up lying to girls in his teens. It always got him into more trouble than the crime.

  Besides, as Victoria gazed down at him, her delicate breast grazing his chest, he knew he could never outright lie to her, even if by omission. She asked a question, she deserved an answer. It really wasn’t a big deal. But she won’t see it that way, will she? Perhaps if he were economical with the truth?

  “I was doing a favor for a friend.”

  Victoria’s finger swept across his abs while she question him further, “What kind of favor involves oil?”

  Her interrogation tactics bordered on torture as her touch lightly played along his cock.

  Still he’d try one more time. “I’m filling in at this job.”

  She poked at his chest. “Stop being shady and tell me the truth.”

  Oh man, it was clear she couldn’t handle the truth. “You’re going to be mad.”

  “I’m already halfway there,” she said tightly as she sat up.

  Russ wanted to reach out and trace his finger from the top of her spine down to the hollow of her back. Then do the same with his lips. He wasn’t nearly finished exploring the tapestry of Victoria’s skin. He blew out a breath and sat up next to her. “I’m covering for a friend over at the Thunder Down Under Male Revue.”

  “Please tell me you’re a bartender.”

  “Well …”

  “Oh my God, you’re a stripper?”

  This was bad. Though the look on her face wasn’t anger; no, it was more like horror. But Russ knew mad wasn’t far away. “I’m just filling in. And they prefer the term dancer.”

  “Do you take off your clothes?”

  “Well, yeah.”

  “Then you’re a stripper.”

  “I’m just helping a friend out,” he repeated.

  “Oh yeah, you’re a saint.”

  He rubbed the stubble on his face. “Never said I was.”

  She bowed her head in her hands. “I just had sex with a stripper.”

  “Victoria—”

  “And you didn’t even shower!” She exaggerated a shiver like she caught a terminal disease.

  “I did, it’s just hard to wash off this gunk.”

  “Oh my God, you didn’t … and then come here … and … and …”

  Russ knew exactly want she was getting at. “No, no.” Before she could dissolve into female hysterics Russ added, “I wanted you.”

  He reached out but she slapped his hand away.

  “After that kiss—”

  “You left to take off your clothes for what, hundreds of women?”

  “Guess that’s a mood killer?”

  “I feel dirty and not in a good way.”

  “Come on cupcake, it’s all in good fun.”

  “Do NOT call me cupcake. EVER!” Victoria struggled to stand up, wobbling a bit.

  He grabbed her calves to steady her. Her skin was smooth as a pearl. He couldn’t help sliding his hand up her thighs as she tried to tug the body skimming skirt back into position. He pushed it up.

  “This is NEVER going to happen again.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you said in the bathroom and just look at us now.” His head found its way under her skirt and he placed a tender kiss on her clit.

  “Oh.”

  “I want to taste you again.” He’d make her mindless. Make her need him. Before he was done she’d be begging him to dance for her. He licked the folds of her sex. Her thighs trembled against his face.

  “This … isn’t … fair.”

  Good, he had her panting. “All’s fair in—” He stopped before the word love came out of his mouth. That was close. He didn’t want her to get the wrong idea. Not that the cynical Victoria would have believed it. But his playful and vulnerable cupcake might. He flicked his tongue.

  “Okay, one more time.”

  She tried to lie back down, but Russ didn’t let her.

  “I’m going to fall.”

  “I gotcha, cupcake.”

  “I told you—”

  His lips clamp down and sucked, his tongue swirled. Her words turned to short, breathless whimpers. Then moans. Her legs quivered as her hands worked their way into his hair urging him on. Russ liked a woman who knew she wanted in and out of bed. It was a turn-on to please a woman. And Victoria was one turned on woman.

  Her thighs nearly crushed his skull as she came again and again. Then, he gently laid her down and reached for his wallet for another condom. Russ kept it well stocked with three. Anymore and he would just be showing off.

  “On your back,” ordered Victoria as she drew herself up to sit on the back of her heels.

  The woman with the ‘a hair never out of place’ looked like a cavewoman who had just been ravaged by her caveman boyfriend. And if the smile on her face was any indication, wanted to ravage him back. His cock twitched with anticipation.

  Russ gave a salute. “Yes, ma’am,” said Russ with an added Australian flavor to his voice.

  She straddled his hips and engulfed him with her searing heat. A fever shot through his body as she rode him. He wanted to throw Victoria on her back and take her but he was doing this her way. This time. But next time? Oh yeah, she was going to pay for the way she drove him wild with need.

  Yeah, Russ liked a woman who knew what she wanted in bed, but he was the one used to giving it to her. Not Victoria though. No, she took what she wanted like he was her sex slave to use as she willed. The little minx relished in her role as the dominator and in the process made him harder than he’d ever remembered being. Made him want to explode and it took all of his control not to.

  Then she slowed the pace and he nearly growled out in frustration.

  “Tell me, my Aussie handyman. How do you like it?”

  Oh man, she wouldn’t be calling him a handyman if she were aware of the costume he wore up on stage. At least she didn’t consider him a sex slave. Not that he really minded. “Why don’t you show me what I want?”

  An evil smile lit up her face. And she proceeded to show him exactly what he wanted and didn’t even know he did. She teased him. Fast, slow, then fast again, then slow. He was going to come with or without her. “You really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he asked through clenched teeth.

  “Should I show mercy?”

  “Yes, I think I’m about to have a religious experience.”

  She laughed then rode him hard and he prayed that she wouldn’t let up this time. And she didn’t and he let himself go as he heard her cry out her own release.

  Victoria might have accused him of falling right to sleep, bu
t Russ seriously thought he’d passed out. As in lost all consciousness. He didn’t remember her getting off of him or her curling into a ball with her back to him. She was a good two feet away from his prone body. He flopped to his side and pulled her close to him.

  She tried to pull away. “What are you doing?”

  “Just getting some ASS.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Calm down. It stands for after sex snuggle.”

  “Oh, more Australian lingo?”

  “No, just made it up.”

  “You’re weird.” But she settled next to him just the same.

  He’d questioned his decision to come to New York countless times since he arrived, but now with Victoria spooned up against him, it felt right. Surely, there was no one like her in LA. Hell, probably in the whole damn world.

  “Russ?” she said in a sleepy voice.

  “Hmmm?” He smoothed her hair back as he waited for some sort of sappy admission. No, not his Victoria. She was more apt to tell him that this wasn’t going to happen again. Yeah, right.

  “You can’t tell anyone.”

  His hand stopped in mid-stroke. Ouch, he did not expect that. Though she was right, no one could know. He didn’t want a repeat of what happened back home. And this time it would be the truth; he had sex with his co-host. Still, his male pride demanded to ask, “What? That I rocked your world.”

  “Mmmmmm.”

  Russ let out a small chuckle. Yeah, no one in the whole damn world.

  Chapter 15

  Victoria panicked. “It’s not going to fit.”

  “Will so,” grunted Russ.

  “It’s too big.”

  “No such thing.”

  “Cut!” yelled Stephen

  Victoria tore her attention away from Russ’s flexing muscles as he tried to maneuver a fifty-two-inch television into the spot she had created for a fifty-inch one. This wouldn’t have happened if Neil was here. He would have known to check her measurements. Then again Neil wouldn’t be wearing a tight white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Nor would she have cared if he had. “What’s wrong?”

  “This is a family show,” said Stephen.

  She gave him a confused look.

  “You two sound like a bad porno flick.”