“No.” His tongue licked at her flesh and she stifled a moan.
Yeah, right. What about that call I overheard? “So there aren’t any women out there that you love?”
“There are a few women I love. It doesn’t mean I’m in a relationship with them.” Chance raised his head to look in her eyes. “Are you trying to say you don’t want me?” He lifted the corner of his mouth just a bit.
She rolled her eyes. “You think every woman wants you? Some of us are immune to your deadly charms, you know.”
His attention landed on her mouth, lingering a few moments. “Are you?” he asked softly.
Stephanie frowned. “Of course.”
“Yeah?” He slid a hand down between them and stroked her pussy through her chic, dark gray slacks. “You’re not wet for me?”
Suppressing a moan, she struggled not to grind against his large, warm hand. “That’s,” she narrowed her eyes as she stared into his teasing gaze, “an involuntary reaction.”
The sound of his laughter was deep and seductive. “Right.”
“Shut up.” Dropping her arms from his neck, she stepped back. “Are you saying that,” she glanced at his crotch, “isn’t involuntary?”
He shrugged. “Maybe a little. But,” he stepped toward her, closing the gap once more, “I’m a grown man, Love. I’m not afraid of what—or who—I want.”
Stephanie peered into his face as she crossed her arms. “And what or who do you want?”
Chance gave her a slow, wicked smile. “Let me show you.”
Chapter 9
A dangerous spark of fire flashed from her eyes as she stared up at him. “The only thing I want you to show me is the back of you as you walk your ass out of my house.”
He may not have been able to stand the brat, but she turned him on like no one else ever had. Maybe it was her nasty attitude and the vibe she gave off of being ‘she who cannot be tamed’. Oh, she could be tamed. But he would have to be extra careful. She was a fucking tigress, this one. She thought him nothing more than a playboy. Hell, she wasn’t wrong, really.
Who had time for romance and love when there was a smorgasbord of sexy, willing women out there ripe for the picking? He had to admit, he was used to getting his way—in the sex department and every other.
Maybe that was why he was so intrigued by Love. She didn’t hesitate to look him straight in the eye as she told him to kiss her ass.
The smile remained firmly on his lips. Oh, he would do plenty of things to that hot little ass of hers. She wanted to use him so what was good for the goose...
Tilting her head, she put her hands on her hips. “And what the hell are you smiling about?”
Chance shook his head, though his grin stayed in place. “Nothing, it’s just unexpected, that’s all.”
She frowned. “What is?”
“I thought you were this take-charge, bold woman and, really, you’re shy. It’s kind of cute, actually.”
“There’s nothing cute about me, Valentine,” she said, glaring. “Cute and I not only don’t belong in the same sentence, we don’t belong in the same dictionary.” She pointed at the door. “Now get out.”
“You really can’t admit it, can you? Even though you’re already wet for me, you can’t,” he said, taking in every inch of her face. His gaze stopped at her mouth. It always stopped there. “You give me this bullshit about involuntary reactions when, really, you want me to fuck you.”
He waited for her expression to change, for her to show some disapproval or shock at his crude language. He should have known better. This woman gave as good as she got.
I’ll just bet she does...
Love dropped her raised arm to her side. “Who says you’d be fucking me and not the other way around?”
Chance chuckled under his breath. Yeah, she had balls of steel. “Only one way to find out. But,” he held his hands up, “if you’re scared, I understand.” That riled her, as he had known it would.
Her nostrils flared as she took a deep breath. “I’m not some virginal, delicate flower, Valentine. I’m sure you’re used to the whole ingénue act, but it bores me. Sorry to disappoint.”
“And yet you still haven’t admitted to wanting me.” He gently stroked his thumb over her bottom lip. “That is disappointing.”
“Sex with you isn’t a good idea.”
Chance nodded. “Because you could fall in love.”
Her eyes widened. “Because I hate you, smart ass.” She laughed lightly. “Fall in love,” she repeated, shaking her head. “Other than being my last name, that word means nothing to me—at least, not in the romantic sense.”
“Then we agree on something.”
She grabbed his hand, moving it away from her lips. “Miracles really do happen.”
Chance stared into her eyes. “I’m being upfront with you, which is more than you can say. I may not like you, but I’d very much like to sleep with you. Do you have the guts to be honest with me as well as yourself?”
She chewed her lip. God, he wanted to taste that lip again...among other things.
Finally, she spoke. “My body may want you, but that’s it.”
“And that’s all I want, so what’s the problem?”
“I’d hate for you to get sappy on me afterward.”
He laughed. “You don’t have to worry about that, trust me.”
She regarded him with wary eyes. “One night?”
“One. Unless, of course, you beg me for seconds in which case,” he smiled, “it will depend on whether or not you’ve been a good girl.”
“I don’t beg anyone for anything, pal. And as for being good, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”
“Confident,” he said, cocking his head to the side, “I like it. Does this mean we’re on?”
She watched him for a few moments before heading toward her hallway. “Let’s fuck.”
****
God, what the hell was she thinking? This was an incredibly stupid idea. However, she was sick of having sex dreams about the man—this should take care of that little problem. Besides, he wasn’t wrong; she was wet for him. She practically stayed that way lately. It disgusted her, though, because she really did hate the bastard.
She heard his footsteps behind her as she made her way to the small bedroom. Without a word, she unbuttoned her blouse and threw it on the floor before starting on her slacks. She felt his gaze on her so she looked up to stare him down as she dropped her pants. Shy...yeah, right.
She swallowed a lump in her throat when he bared his chest. Broad and muscular, it begged to be touched. She also had the sudden urge to lick it. Oh yeah, there was an unmistakable ache between her thighs now. By the time he took his pants off, she was practically salivating. His cock strained against his underwear. Reflexively, she licked her lips.
Chance came over to stand directly in front of her. There was nothing teasing in the way he looked at her now. Boldly, he began to stroke her pussy through her panties as he stared into her eyes.
She grabbed his shoulders to steady herself, her nails digging into firm flesh. Shit, just the feel of his hand, his fingers, threatened to be her undoing. Bravado aside, could she really handle the likes of this man? A player extraordinaire, he knew exactly how to bring women to their knees.
And she didn’t doubt that once they were reduced to jiggly piles of Jell-O, he stepped over them casually, and never looked back.
Her breath hitched as he continued to stroke her. She finally found the resolve to speak. “Don’t kiss me,” she whispered, as she tried discreetly to rub herself against his hand.
He arched an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Kissing’s intimate. We shouldn’t do that anymore.” She gyrated her hips, pressing her pussy to his fingers more roughly.
He flashed a dimple. “Yeah, that might be best.”
“Wouldn’t want you to fall in love,” they said simultaneously.
He widened his eyes. “Please.”<
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“You wish!”
They stared at one another a moment before Chance chuckled. She gave him a reluctant smile. Just a little one. That’s all the schmuck was getting out of her.
He returned her smile with a bigger one as he looked at her for a moment. He cleared his throat. “Well, then...”
“Yeah,” she said for lack of anything else to add.
He bent down, but stopped abruptly. “The kissing thing only applies to our lips, by the way,” he said quietly. “I plan to put my mouth everywhere else.”
Her stomach clenched as she stared into that intense gaze, even grayer at this near proximity. She forced herself to shrug, hoping to appear nonchalant. “I guess that’s okay.”
Chance frowned slightly. “I wasn’t asking.” He bent his head again.
Stephanie rolled her eyes. What a complete— His tongue touched the base of her throat and she pulled him closer, burying her fingers in his hair. Screw playing hard to get; she was had. She reached her hand out to stroke the length of his cock through his underwear.
His breath caught, and she smiled as she increased the pressure of her hand. Wrapping his arms around her, he unfastened her bra before letting it fall away.
Stephanie fought to control her breathing as he took her breasts in his hands. He rubbed her nipples until they were stiff. She arched her back, pressing them closer to him. Taking one into his mouth, he gently rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger.
His tongue swirled over and around the rigid peak of her breast even as he slipped his free hand into her panties.
There was no denying she was wet now. He knew of her arousal all too well.
“Mm,” he said before flicking her nipple with his tongue. “You’re ready for me, I see.”
He had no fucking idea. Stephanie tugged his underwear down enough to expose his thick, hard cock. She held it with a firm, steady grip and began to jack him off slowly. “And so are you.” She licked her lips before dragging the bottom one through her teeth. If his dick felt this amazing in her hand, how would it feel inside her?
Chance growled, backing her up against the wall nearest the bed. “Hope you’re not fond of these,” he said seductively.
She jacked him off a bit faster. “What?” She gasped when he ripped her panties off and tossed them over his shoulder.
“Those,” he said with a smirk. He placed his hand back where it had been originally. This time, though, he slid two fingers into the slick, tight hole.
“Shit,” she panted as he started to move them in and out at a steadily increasing pace. She matched the tempo to the one she was using to stroke him into oblivion.
Chance braced a hand next to her head, on the wall behind her. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck,” he shouted. He placed his lips close to her ear. “That’s right, jack me off, baby.” He moaned, the sound making her pussy even wetter. “That’s my girl.”
Stephanie closed her eyes as she pumped his cock faster. She brought her other hand up to fondle her breasts. One and then the other, she squeezed and kneaded. Her nipples puckered almost painfully now. “God,” she groaned as his fingers began to ram into her faster and harder. “Don’t stop,” she ordered.
But being the bastard he was, he did stop. She almost cried out in frustration of not having that contact from him any longer.
“What the hell are you doing?”
His eyes crinkled in amusement. “Enjoying myself.”
And the schmuck really was. He wanted her to beg, the fucker. “Why did you stop?” she asked, barely resisting the urge to strangle him.
“So I could do this instead,” he said before slowly sucking the fingers he had taken out of her. She watched, mesmerized. She had never thought mutual masturbation could be so enjoyable, but this was far beyond anything she’d ever experienced. And they hadn’t even had sex yet.
His eyes remained locked with hers as he pulled the fingers from his mouth. He then teased her by lightly running those fingers back and forth between the wet lips of her pussy.
Stephanie rocked her hips against his hand, all the while stroking his thick, throbbing shaft. “Mm,” she murmured, “yes.”
He rubbed a finger over her clit again and again, applying more pressure as he continued. She pumped him harder in response.
He groaned. “Fuck yes, just like that, Love.” He started to finger-fuck her again, rougher this time.
Her hips rocked wildly now as she moved her hand from her breasts to her clit. As he penetrated her, she rubbed the pulsing, tender bud of flesh. Harder and faster, they moved to get one another off. And she didn’t know about him, but she was there in a flash.
Stephanie pushed her head back against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut. Chance’s fingers kept up a steady pace, and they, along with his husky sounds of pleasure, had her pussy soaking wet now. She rubbed her clit harder. “Oh, shit,” she yelled as the orgasm began to shake her body. “Oh my God,” she cried.
He was right there with her. “Yeah, harder, harder,” he ordered, and she obliged. He tensed, jerking against her. “Fuck,” he shouted. His grunts and groans were music to her ears as his hot, sticky release shot onto her stomach.
She rubbed some over her nipples, still stiff and in need of more attention, while she watched to see his reaction.
Chance’s gaze heated once more. “Shit,” he said, chest heaving. “Round two?”
She almost giggled like a vapid bimbo, but caught herself just in time. “Uh, hell yes.”
“Quite an appetizer.” Smiling, he picked her up as if she were a feather and threw her on the bed before kissing his way up her leg. “I think I’m ready for the meal,” he murmured against the bare skin of her inner thigh.
She ran her hands over her breasts. “I think I’m ready to feed you.”
“Is this an ‘all you can eat’ kind of thing?” he asked, glancing up at her.
She lifted the corner of her mouth just a bit. “More than you can eat.”
Chance gave her a lopsided grin, exposing one dimple. “Don’t count on it.”
A small laugh escaped her lips and she shook her head. “We’ll see.”
The cordless phone on the nightstand began to ring.
She ignored it, burying her fingers in his hair instead while he licked and nipped at the sensitive inside of her upper thigh.
After a few more rings, the answering machine clicked on. Amber’s perky voice filled the room. “Stephie Baby! You never called. Did you decide to go through with using—”
Her hand shot out to turn off the machine. Chance may know about her desire to have him accompany her to the Valentine’s thing, but he definitely didn’t know she planned to use him for a promotion.
The thought made her stomach turn. Only for a second, however. Then she brushed the nausea aside. Even selling herself out like this, she was still on a different level than the likes of Carlene. Wasn’t she? A small wave of guilt rocked her stomach once more.
Chance frowned and sat up. “What was that about?”
She waved his question away. “Something work-related.” That was actually true enough. She sat up to lean against her pillows before crossing her legs. Draping an arm across her breasts, she suddenly felt more naked than she ever had before.
He stared at her intently before looking away. “Maybe I should go.”
She hated the surge of disappointment that coursed through her. “Round two?”
He walked over to the heap of fallen clothes. “Rain check,” he said, slipping his underwear on and hiding that delicious cock from view.
“Rain check?” Stephanie narrowed her eyes. “Who the hell takes a rain check for sex?”
Smiling, Chance put his pants back on. “Think of it this way—it gives us something to look forward to.” He finished dressing in silence.
Stephanie wanted to scream. He wasn’t exactly stupid, schmuck or not. If Amber had given her away, she would have to choke her out. She loved her, but it would have to be
done—simple as that.
At her bedroom door, he turned back. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
She sighed. “Yeah, I’ll—”
Chance turned and walked out.
What a bastard.
****
He laughed under his breath as he put his coat on. The woman was good. There he’d been, worried over whether or not a one-night stand would inadvertently crush her precious little feelings when all the while she was working him.
Or at the very least, trying to. Sure, he’d been suspicious of her intentions right from the start, but nothing had cinched it for him more than that unexpected call from her friend. Well, Love’s reaction to said call had cinched it for him. She was up to more than wanting him to be her date to a damn party. He just had to figure out what.
In the meantime...
Hell if he knew. As he walked to the car, he went over his options. If he were sane, he’d stop this madness right now. But he’d always been a little crazy. ‘Like a fox,’ his grandfather always said.
He’d planned to use her anyway, with her permission, of course—he was nothing if not a gentleman—so maybe they could have some fun for a while. Fun. He shook his head as the cold, January night air chilled him to the core. They would have a lot more than that and that was the problem.
He had meant what he’d told her about his feelings regarding love and romance, but he feared that could change if he fucked with the likes of that woman too long. And how stupid would that be, developing feelings for someone who not only freely admitted that she hated him, but was actively doing something to hurt him in some way?
Chance pressed the alarm and the Jag chirped in response. Sliding behind the wheel, he thought about this latest turn of events. He had always been the master of casual sex. Nothing was different this time. They may hate each other, but their chemistry was undeniable. He’d fuck her and move on...just as he’d done the rest. He clenched his jaw as he started the car.
Stephanie Love may have wanted to hurt him, but he could definitely return the favor. And in the last way she’d ever expect. She was so sure she was above falling in love. He’d show her differently. Then it would be his turn to inflict some pain.
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