His words, so close to the truth, made heat flush all over her body.
Sam’s gaze trailed back up to hers and his brow arched. “I’m right about that, aren’t I, baby?”
Cheeks blazing, she nodded because there was no point in denying it. He would definitely view her idea of courtship as being put through the ringer.
His eyes hooded. “And I’m guessing the same rules apply for anyone who wants to suck on them, huh?”
Her only answer was a gasp when his words elicited the image of him doing just that. Her pussy clenched at the thought of his gorgeous full lips on her. She didn’t have to wait long for that fantasy to come true, though, because in the next breath, his mouth lowered to one of her breasts, and the tip of his tongue slid out to rake a line of wet heat right along the tip.
“Oh my god,” she gasped as her mind exploded with ecstasy. Her body was knocked off-kilter, as if trying to figure out what on earth was going on, and she wrapped her hands around Sam’s shoulders for balance.
He let out a low groan and closed his mouth around the tip of her other breast, sucking with just the right amount of pressure to send a bolt of lust shooting straight to her center. She gave a soft cry, holding on tighter as her knees turned into jelly.
Sensing she was off balance, he expertly flipped them around so her back hit the cold brick wall and then took his time worshipping her breasts, cupping and kneading one while his teeth tugged gently on the opposite nipple. When her long nails dug into his shoulder blades, he moved to the other breast, sucking it into his mouth.
The cool air of the pub met the moisture from his lips and tongue, beading her nipples with almost painful intensity. Unable to help herself, she let out a long moan. “Oh, wow, that’s…that’s good.”
An amused chuckle escaped Sam. “You sound shocked.”
“I…” She bit down on her lower lip and admitted, “I didn’t know that could feel so good.”
A flicker of surprise glinted in his eyes. “Don’t tell me the guys you’ve been with before haven’t spent hours playing with these?”
Her answer must have shone on her face because he scoffed. “No? Well, shame on them.”
His hands slid to her arms and down to her wrists. Then he slowly raised her arms and trapped the backs of her hands flat against the wall above her head. His eyes read dark and dangerous as his head lowered to hers. When the heat of his whiskey-scented breath swept across her face, she realized they hadn’t even kissed yet.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she waited for his lips to touch hers, but instead, they slid along her cheek and across to her ear. The tip of his tongue flicked against her lobe, then he murmured, “Tell you what, sweetheart. To make up for what was clearly those jackasses’ mistake, I’m gonna suck on your luscious tits until you explode in my arms.”
She practically whimpered at those words. That certainly sounded good to her.
He bent forward again and proceeded to make good on his word, licking and sucking her breasts until white dots hovered in her vision and heat strummed along her clit with his every touch.
Oh jeez. Wow…wow.
She couldn’t believe this was happening. Couldn’t believe that she’d even agreed to go back here with Sam, much less allow him to kiss and touch her breasts. In the back of a crowded pub, for god’s sake.
Maybe she really did have what it took to be bad.
He lifted his head to whisper, “Are you getting closer, baby?”
“Yes,” she panted, too far gone to even think about not responding.
“Is that pussy nice and wet for me?”
Her breath turned into a harsh gasp. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. His words were so coarse and unrefined…
And they made her so unbelievably hot.
When she didn’t respond, he pulled back. His face took on a hard expression that made her pulse race with a ribbon of unexpected fear.
“I asked you a question,” he bit out. “Is your pussy wet?”
Shock at his treatment pulsed through her, paralyzing her with momentary fright. That instinctive urge to flee reared its head again. But then she remembered her list.
Play slave to his master.
He was giving her exactly what she wanted.
Oh, yes…
Moisture seeped through her silk thong and she nodded. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he growled, his voice rough. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, my pussy’s wet.” Her cheeks flushed with humiliation. He’d urged her to say something she never would have said normally, but at the same time, despite her embarrassment, she’d never been so turned on.
A grunt of satisfaction escaped him. He released one of her wrists. “Show me.”
Diane stared up at him, barely comprehending his words through the roaring of blood in her ears.
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Unbutton your pants. Show me your pussy.”
A whimper shot from her mouth as she brought her fingers up to her slacks in an effort to obey him. She had to admit, she’d often wondered whether her fantasy of being dominated would hold up in reality. After all, she was a modern woman. But now, with Sam ordering her around, uttering those crude words, she had her answer…
It turned her on beyond belief.
When her fingers fumbled with the silk-covered button, he made an impatient sound in his throat and pushed her hand away, deftly undoing the button himself. The rasping slide of her zipper sounded out over the music filtering in from the front of the pub, and then he yanked the silk fabric down past her hips. Her thong went with it, and the fabric bunched right above her knees, leaving her body all but exposed.
Oh my—
He reared back to look at her, but must have realized at the same moment she did that he wouldn’t be able to see much in the near dark, because a second later, he was sliding back in toward her, his hand between her thighs.
“Sam,” she gasped.
“Spread your legs,” he murmured against her ear.
Holy crap. Her heart raced as if she were about to have a heart attack. Pressing her upper back deeper into the wall for support, she opened her legs a fraction. Cool air caressed her thighs, making her shiver.
His forefinger slid between her legs, gliding along her slick crease and making her whimper. Then the pad of his finger landed unerringly on her clit, pressing down against the nub.
When she moaned and her body twitched, Sam gave a dark laugh against her ear. “Who would have ever thought it? Good girl Diane standing in the back of a pub, letting a guy she’s not dating finger her pussy.”
His words sparked a maelstrom of lust within her. She cried out and dug her fingernails into his arms. A moment later, his finger moved, sliding deep inside her.
“Oh, god!” She buried her face in Sam’s chest as a fierce orgasm began to sweep through her, tightening her limbs and making her shake uncontrollably.
“Fuck, that’s it.” Sam’s tongue flicked inside her ear as he slid his finger out, then slammed it back in, sending her climax into a fiery crescendo. He worked the digit in and out of her, faster and harder, until she thought she would explode from the intensity of her release.
When she gasped and slid her hand over his to stop his movement, he groaned into her neck, molding his tense body to hers. The heat of his cock pressed into her stomach.
“Shit, Diane. I think I’m gonna come.”
Something about the pained sound of his words sent a tremor of satisfaction through her. “Really?”
He must have heard the surprise and pleasure in her voice because he reared his head to meet her gaze. “You let me lick your gorgeous breasts and finger fuck your cunt. Are you surprised?”
When he put it that dirty, dirty way…
She shook her head, and his lips twisted in a meld of pain and amusement.
“Take my cock out,” he ordered.
She gasped and his teeth gritted.
“Now, baby. Stroke me off.
”
Her chest heaved as she rushed to obey, her shaking fingers undoing his fly and sliding beneath the soft denim. Her brain practically imploded when her palm connected with thick, hard heat. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“That’s it,” he grunted, thrusting up into her palm.
She circled her fingers around his girth, puffing in disbelief when her fingertips didn’t meet. Wow, it was definitely the largest one she’d ever touched. Before tonight, she’d been firmly in the “size doesn’t matter” category. But she was beginning to think he might make her change her mind about that one.
When he groaned and pumped up into her hand, she brought the second hand to join the first. As she stroked his erect cock, she reveled in the feel of silk on steel.
Stunning.
All it took was a few more thrusts for him to hiss and jerk against her. He pressed in close, and a ribbon of hot liquid sprayed along her stomach. Unexpected arousal took her breath away, urging her to move her hands faster. Squeeze him tighter.
She didn’t stop until he groaned and tugged on her wrists.
“Have mercy,” he muttered.
Uttering a throaty laugh, she released him and just leaned there against the wall, soaking in the heat and overwhelming masculinity of the body pressed into her front. It felt good. Better than she could have expected.
It seemed like an eternity before her heartbeat slowed to non-dangerous levels and her breaths evened out.
Finally, Sam pulled away with a little groan. His dark gaze glimmered as he stared down at her in the semi-dark with something akin to astonishment on his face.
“Wow,” he murmured. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
A burst of self-consciousness hit her.
Dear god, she couldn’t believe this had just happened. That she’d allowed it to happen.
No…caused it to happen.
The good girl part of her shrunk back in shame, but she could go suck it right now. In a weird sort of way, Diane was proud she’d let herself go for once.
When she glanced down at the milky discharge coating her stomach, Sam made a sound in his throat and reached in his back pocket. He withdrew a white cotton handkerchief and handed it to her.
She took it and arched a brow. “You carry a handkerchief?”
Giving her an exaggerated wink, he zipped his jeans back up. “I strive to be unpredictable.”
He was doing it well, then.
Her cheeks flamed as she wiped away the evidence of his climax, then handed him the scrap of cotton. As she slid her thong and slacks back into place and buttoned her jacket, unwanted feelings began to creep back in.
What was she supposed to do now? Sure, she’d written a bad girl list, and was even determined to follow through with it, but none of that had prepared her for how strange and out of place she’d feel after her first casual assignation. Were they supposed to just leave without speaking? Pretend nothing had happened?
Some of her anxiety must have filtered through to Sam because he tucked his finger beneath her chin and lifted her gaze to his.
“Bad girls don’t have regrets,” he murmured.
For some reason, his words softened the tension coursing through her veins. She shot him a flirty smile and tilted her head, breaking free of his hold. “I know.”
His mouth twisted into an approving grin as she brushed past him and headed back down the corridor to the main part of the pub. But by the time she slipped through the cord and back into the lighting of the pub, her bravado had already begun to slip away. Although no one looked at her, she couldn’t help but feel like they all knew what she’d just done.
Sam’s hand landed on the small of her back and he led her back to her stool, which was still empty with her coat lying atop it. He wordlessly snatched up her coat and held it out to her. She slipped into it and turned back around. To her surprise, he reached out and slid the buttons through their holes for her. Then he grabbed his coat and put it on.
When he held out an arm to her and motioned toward the door, she looked back toward Zoey, who was busy pouring drinks for a couple of guys at the other end of the bar. “Aren’t you going to close your tab?”
“Naw. I’ll square up later.”
The proper thing to do would be to politely tell Zoey goodnight, but since she’d already decided she wasn’t going to do what was expected of her, Diane allowed Sam to lead her to the door. He nodded to the bouncer as they exited the building, then accompanied her to the edge of the sidewalk.
A multitude of questions raced through Diane’s mind as she paused to stare up at Sam. Did he expect them to go back to his place now? That wouldn’t be out of the realm of expectation, given what they’d just done.
A sliver of panic slid through her. Despite her decision to be bad, despite what she’d already done, she didn’t know if she was ready to go that far with him.
Sam faced her and one corner of his mouth quirked into a grin. “So, what do you think, sweetheart? Have it in you to be a bad girl?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but whatever response she might have made stuck in her throat.
His smile twisted as if he’d expected her to freeze like that. When a cab pulled up in front of them, he stepped off the curb and opened the door, then held out his hand to her.
Confusion wound through her as she accepted it, relying on his support so she wouldn’t slip in the icy snow.
His arms wound around her and he pulled her in tight, staring down at her with an expression that said he was maybe trying to figure her out.
“Tell you what, sweetheart. Why don’t you take some time to decide whether you really want to go down this path?” His eyes twinkled, then he slid his cheek against hers, his breath kissing her ear. “Because I can guarantee that if you do, you are going to be very, very bad.”
Diane’s whole body shivered and she fought back a moan at the flood of naughty images his words elicited. Then he was helping her into the cab and closing the door.
Dumbfounded, she stared up at him through the glass.
He gave her one last saucy wink before hitting the roof of the cab and stepping back onto the curb.
The driver pulled away, leaving her numb and confused in the back of the cab.
“Where to, lady?”
“Oh, um.” Shaking herself from her haze, she recited her Upper East Side address.
The whole way there, she couldn’t shake the thoughts Sam’s words had sparked. The memories of what they’d just done. Just a few days ago, she would have called what had happened in the back of Zoey’s pub shameless and about as bad as you could get.
Now…well, she couldn’t help but wonder how bad his definition of bad could be.
***
Sam forced himself to look casual as the cab pulled away with a shell-shocked Diane inside of it. He could hardly blame her for looking so affected. What had just gone down between them had blown his mind, too, and he’d done more than his fair share of wicked things in his life.
Maybe it was because she was the prim and proper daughter of one of his company’s investors, or maybe it was the taboo aspect of her having dated his older brother. Or hell, maybe it was just her. Whatever the reason, that little scene up against the wall had been one of the hottest of his life. And that was counting the threesome he’d had with two sorority girls in Cabo last summer.
His body felt languid and heavy, but at the same time, his mind raced with scenarios of what they could do together. It left him feeling confused as hell.
He turned in the direction of home but realized almost instantly that he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he went home now. So instead, he wound up heading back into the pub, where he retrieved his vacated bar stool.
Lost in his thoughts, he zoned out for god knew how long before a glass of amber liquid was plunked down in front of him. He locked eyes with Zoey.
“You’re an idiot,” she pronounced, shaking her head in disgust.
“Been called w
orse,” he joked, gratefully lifting the glass for a gulp.
“You’re gonna end up hurting her.”
“She knows what this is about.”
Her forehead creased. “You’d better hope so. Because as callous as you might claim to be, I know you. You’ll regret it if you break her heart.”
With those words, she turned away to fill another order.
As Sam downed the contents of his glass, he started to wonder if maybe Zoey were right. Much as Diane had shocked him tonight, he didn’t know if she had it in her to fool around without getting emotionally involved.
Maybe I should just leave her alone.
But then he recalled the way her glorious tits had glimmered in the slivers of light that had strayed to where they’d stood in the dark. How deliciously tight and wet she’d been. The mouthwatering scent of her arousal.
Yeah, maybe he was an idiot. Because now that he’d had a taste of Diane Milstrom, all he knew was that he needed more. And soon.
Chapter Five
Several days had passed since that night at Beringer’s Pub. Days of agonized indecision as far as Diane was concerned. She’d gone back and forth about a hundred times as to whether or not she regretted what had happened with Sam. And, unfortunately, she didn’t even have work to distract her since the charitable foundation she’d convinced her father to fund was closed down for the holidays.
Finally, Diane decided to set up lunch with Angela so she could spill her guts and ask for advice. Although she’d left Beringer’s convinced she wouldn’t tell anyone what had happened between her and Sam, the secret was burning a hole in her. She had to confide in someone, and Angela was the only true friend she’d made here in the city. The only one who’d understand.
That was how she found herself inside the swanky restaurant just a few blocks from her place, her body racked with nerves. What would Angela say when she confided in her?
“Over here,” Angela’s gay voice called out.
Guess I’m about to find out.
Her heart pounded with a surprising amount of anxiety as she stalked over to the table and slid her coat off. She sat directly across from her friend.
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