We go to the bar and I order whatever she wants.
"I'll have a martini, dry, no olives."
"Make it two," I say.
Our martinis arrive, and we sit at the bar and laugh together over silly things. It's like we already share a collection of inside jokes. She knows what it's like to be on the inside of the industry, and therefore I can really open up and talk to her. It’s not the typical bullshit I’m used to spouting to a woman.
She knows everything about cars and she knows everything about technology. There's a lot to get to know about this woman.
She gives me a little shit about being her competitor. But I take everything she throws out and send it right back at her.
"It's too bad your cars aren't quite as fast as ours," she's saying. "You know, if you had the technology I'm working on, you'd be the king of the race for sure."
"Is that so?” I smirk. “Well, I think I'm working on some things that would surprise even you. But I'm gonna keep those cards close for now."
She laughs.
"Okay, that's fine. But we'll see you on the streets. Only then can you see what my cars can do."
She and I are having so much fun, but the alcohol’s going to my head. We're on our second martini now, and I think it's time to take things up a notch.
"Come with me," I say as I take her hand and lead her away from the crowd of people.
We duck into a dark corner of the ballroom and I press her against the wall. I can’t wait another second to taste this woman.
I brace my hands on either side of the wall beside her, pinning her in, and slowly lower my head, teasing, testing.
She doesn’t move.
I smile. She wants this as much as I do.
So I give it to her. I lean in and brush my lips against hers, softly, slowly.
A small gasp escapes her lips and I feel it go straight to my cock. I need more of her.
Suddenly, I can’t hold back. I kiss her with all the restrained passion that I’ve been keeping in check all night. It’s hot and hard, and I’m desperate for more.
It takes her breath away and she kisses me back. Sparks are flying, the likes of which I never knew existed. Is it because this is all still new? Or is it because something about Jenna is just really that damn special?
Whatever it is, I give in. I fucking give in. I give into her a thousand percent. As long as this woman is in my arms, pliant and willing, I don’t care about another fucking thing. Just making her mine.
Jenna
Oh my god. My crush of a lifetime is kissing me like I'm the only woman in the entire world.
Braden Masterson has me pressed up against the wall in an obscure corner off the main gala ballroom. I know it sounds like a teenage dream, but I'm loving every minute of it.
Full, soft lips press against mine, hard and fast.
Sparks fly and it's everything I ever imagined. More.
And I've been imagining this for years. Ever since I saw him at his first race, I've had a thing for Braden.
He's the hottest guy in the underground racing club and right now, he's got me pinned between his strong arms. I'm devouring his scent, his muscles, and everything in between.
I can hardly believe that we've finally met after all this time, and that right now my fantasy is being brought to life.
I never thought he'd give me the time of day, but from the feel of his massive cock that's pressing up against his pants and my leg, he's going to give me a lot more than even that.
I'm obsessed, already addicted to his statuesque frame that has me pushed so far back against the wall the wooden accents are imprinting into the skin of my bare shoulders.
I'm thirsty for this. Needy and desperate. The idea of his cock and how big it must be taunts me with torturous pleasure. I'm aching to go down on my knees and just start sucking, taking him in my mouth until he explodes, but there's no way I'm gonna move a muscle lest I end this glorious event.
Someone pinch me, I have to wake up. Yet at the same time, I never want to.
He's kissing me with vigor, like he's been wanting to do this for a while. Like he’s just as desperate for me as I am for him.
Before this night, I was unsure if we’d ever formally be acquainted, but now this? I’m becoming well acquainted with details of Braden Masterson that I only imagined. The gods have looked down on me and sent Cupid with his bow. I must be doing something right to deserve this pleasure.
At the same time, unfamiliar fearful thoughts gather at the back of my mind, threatening to ruin this perfect moment. I’ve always been sure of myself and the effect I have on men…so why am I suddenly having doubts now?
Shit. Stay with it, Jenna. Don't let self-doubt ruin your moment.
I can't help it. I may have successfully charmed my way into catching his attention, but he's always been a playboy. That's a fact. And tonight, I may be just what's on the menu.
I've worked too hard on my own damn career, setting boundaries from all these men and staying the course. I can’t just let Braden ruin my reputation.
Should I back off? Should I push him away?
A part of me wants to hold back because I know who he is. I know he's a player and that he has a different woman on his arm every night. That's not for me. I don't want to be that girl.
At the same time, it's so hard not to give in to my fluttering heart and the embrace of his gentle hands as he holds my face.
This is one of those magical nights when everything just comes together. This is what happens when you've been thinking about someone for so long and then all of a sudden, it comes true.
I part my lips as if to say okay, and he uses this as an opportunity to slide his tongue against mine in a tender embrace. It's the most intimate and erotic thing I think I’ve ever felt. It feels like we’re connecting, like it should always have been this way, yet why did it take so long?
I swiftly met him, and he swiftly charmed me, and now here we are in a corner, making out like teenagers at a prom. My dreams are coming true, but I keep telling myself to hold back, to not get hurt.
I'm slightly aware that we might get caught any second by members of the gala passing through the hallway.
At the same time, I just don't care. I want to give in to Braden. I want to give him everything he wants. This must be how he gets women so wrapped up in him.
He's got charm that’s deserving of his billionaire playboy status.
His tongue slides across my teeth before he invades my mouth with stormy kisses.
Even with my high standards, I find myself falling for him. Braden has that effect on people, and I just want this moment so badly that I'm willing to throw all of my boundaries out the window.
He bites my bottom lip, and I taste the martini on his tongue. I smell his musky scent, a combination of cologne, the racetrack, and masculine energy all combined into one. He's intoxicating.
Tenderly, he laces his fingers through my hair and softly tugs my head back so that he can better access my mouth. His eyes are wild and ravenous.
He starts feeling my tits through my dress, and warmth radiates from within me. As much as I hesitate, his mouth is insistent on consuming mine. It's the first brush with such dominant energy I've had in a while. The rush of it goes straight to my pussy that's becoming wetter by the moment.
I feel a nervous and shaky excitement at being a virtual prisoner within Braden's arms. He kisses me softly, and I open my eyes to see him looking straight into my soul. He's searching for something, though I don't know what.
"Do you want me to kiss you, Jenna?" he asks in a hard tone.
I don't know how to respond. I've never had a guy question me like this before.
Should I be honest and just say yes? Or should I play coy and not give myself up to him so easily? It's a predicament that I'm sure all women feel when they're with him. Or do they all just submit so easily?
I can't figure out what I should do. I feel anxious with his magnetic gaze upon me. I want this
moment to last and that's why I don't know if I should answer honestly or not.
How can I keep Braden interested in me if I just give it all up right now? I guess this shows how I don't know very much about men.
"I'll ask you again: do you want me to kiss you, Jenna?" he demands, a little more intently now.
"I...I don't know."
"You don't know? You don't like the feel of my lips on yours?"
He traces soft kisses down my neck, and his hot breath sends spirals and shivers down my spine. He slides his finger down my torso and gently massages the outside of my dress over my pussy that's quivering beneath his touch.
"Do you want me to touch you like this?" he asks, gazing at me with those steel-blue eyes.
"I don't know what to say." I might as well admit the truth.
Suddenly with him, my fantasy guy right here in front of me, I don't know how to react.
I've been nurturing this secret crush on him for so long, yet now that it's happening, I don't know how to respond. It seems too good to be true. I want this moment to last forever, so it’s natural I’d want to avoid ruining it
"I need you to tell me that you want it," Braden says.
I realize that if I don't answer soon, he might break away and all my dreams will come crashing down to earth.
I answer him softly.
"Yes, Braden. I want you to kiss me. I want you to touch me."
"There now, that wasn’t so hard, wasn't it?" he asks me as his eyes penetrate into mine.
It's as if I can hold no secrets from him. He seems to know the truth of my soul whether I want to reveal it or not. With that comes a certain sense of vulnerability that I'm not comfortable with. I want to hide. I want to turn my blushing cheeks away from him.
But he forces me to be honest. He's holding my head so that I have to stare into his eyes. He's got me caught between the trap of his muscular arms. I'm not going anywhere as long as he's in control. There's nowhere to hide.
And so, I do my best to stand tall and meet his gaze. Whatever he wants, he can have. If it's just for a night, then so be it. And if it's forever, well then, I might be fucked, because to ride this high of nervous excitement every day of my life might be too much.
Braden is too much.
People are starting to mill about. I hear voices coming down the hallway. Braden grabs my hand and pulls me further into the darkened hallway, where we’re truly unnoticed. It's total secrecy back here and that's how I like it.
He kisses me tenderly and forces my legs apart with his large knee. I'm trapped between the wall and him. What is this primal need to make sure that I can't escape? He looks cocky like a hunter who has his prey right where she can't escape.
He pulls down the top of my dress to reveal my tits, and once he catches sight of them, all bets are off. The look in his eyes turns dark and dangerous. I wonder what I'm in for.
He pins my hands above my head and starts sucking and twisting and biting my rosy tips.
I arch my back against the wall, hoping to feel more of his mouth on my now aching, almost painfully erect nipples.
A hot rush of warmth spreads from my tits down to my pussy. I'm so wet that if he slides even one finger inside of me, he'll know just how badly I want this, even without me saying a word. My body will betray me. There's no playing coy.
"Have you wanted me, Jenna? Have you wanted me for a long time?" he asks, teasing my emotions.
"Maybe," I breathe.
I don't know how to answer his very straight-forward questions.
What am I supposed to tell him? Yes, Braden, I've been lusting after you for years and I can't believe this moment is actually happening. Yes, Braden, I’ve been wanting you for so long, and now that this moment is happening, I'm afraid I can't contain it all and the nervous excitement is too much.
I can't tell him any of that. Therefore, I don't know what to say.
Why is he trying to make me beg for it? Is that what he needs to feel satisfied? Is this what all the other women do for him?
I start to close up and hold back at the thought of all the other women who've been in this same position, maybe even in this same dimly lit corner with him.
Don't get hurt, Jenna. Be smart. You’re better than that.
I try to close my legs, but his strong knee is between them. He senses my hesitation, and he seems more determined than ever to open me up.
He sucks my nipple hard, and it turns me on so much that I’m finally able to give in to the moment without overthinking it. He kisses my lips, my aching nipples, my neck. He vacillates between all the sensitive points.
"Braden, we can't. The gala. What if someone comes back here?"
I try to argue, but all I get is more force from him.
He brings his hand up my dress between my legs. He rubs the outside of my thong, and the texture of the fabric combined with his hands is just everything.
I moan out, and he muffles the sound with his mouth as he fingers slide inside my pussy.
"Shh, baby, quiet down."
His words do nothing to silence the climax that's exploding throughout my body. I've wanted this for so long. I've dreamed of this for so many nights. My muscles tighten around his hand.
My body is shaking and all I can think is, I want more. So fucking much more.
But he slides his hand out, and then I watch as he sucks my juices off his fingers one by one.
The sight of it has me ready to suck his cock, to be fucked right here in the hallway. I don't care as long as I feel him inside me right fucking now.
With a wink and a sly smile, he abruptly turns and leaves me in a rumpled mess.
I sink down to the floor and wonder what the fuck just happened?
Do I regret it?
No.
I just got a taste of Braden fucking Masterson at last.
Did I get played? Maybe.
I either just became one of the many on an ever-turning wheel of women that Braden's sampled. Or this meant something.
I hope that it meant as much to him as it did to me, but I may never find out.
Braden
It's midnight in Manhattan.
The city never sleeps, but for us, it will.
We have the cops at our beck and call, and there's not many who can say that.
Being a billionaire has its perks, including having the NYPD shut down traffic on a certain route for our exclusive race through the city.
This is what I live for, the fast life. When you have the world at your fingertips, when you can buy anything you want, then you have to raise the stakes in order to have fun.
This is my version of fun. I'm driving my latest car that's painted as pitch black as the night sky.
She's gonna be fast and I'm gonna win tonight. How could I not, with my new afterburner mechanism that no one has seen before? The sheer thrust of it will take me into supersonic flight. It's like nothing you've ever seen in a car. Bugatti should be clamoring for my business.
I'm a genius for inventing this, as it's only been seen in jet engines before. My maximum velocity is gonna be at its height tonight, and everyone will be staring at me as I leave them in a trail of dust.
Braden Masterson tears through the New York City streets again. I can see the headlines now.
If this shit wasn't illegal, I'd be even more in the media than I already am for my genius.
But there's really just one person I'm after, one person I want to impress. I know she'll be here tonight because she's at all the races. The only problem is she works for my competitor.
Hopefully the shockwaves I cause tonight will catch Jenna's attention and she'll never look back—she'll never look away from me again.
I drive to the designated place and see the usual crowd of billionaires and high society socialites that like to be seen in our underground world.
It's the most exclusive club and it's hard to get an invite because it's so deliciously illegal. When you have this much money, it's not hard to have p
eople clamoring for your attention, ready to appease every whim and vice.
But quite frankly, I'm sick of that shit. I'm ready for someone to be real with me. I'm ready for someone to tell me when I'm wrong, which is rarely ever. But I still want it. I'm ready for something new.
I turn onto the abandoned street that's almost impossible to find in NYC. Rare as a goddamn unicorn. I park my car on the race line and that's when I see her.
Jenna's there with her own racer—my competition. She's wearing a tight leather bodysuit, leather pants, and a leather jacket.
Fuck me.
She looks like she’s made for this role. She looks like a fucking raven-haired supermodel playing the part of someone on the racing circuit.
The thing that’s different with Jenna, though, is she's actually smart. She knows everything there is to know about cars. And that's what makes her so desirable. The girl has brains, and I fully plan on capitalizing on that.
At the same time, she's my competition. She'll never see what I have in store for her tonight.
This woman may think she's on top of the latest technology, but nothing compares with my new invention. The afterburner mechanism is brand-new and when she witnesses it in action, she's gonna be jealous.
She’ll be clamoring to find out how I got it done. She and everybody else. They'll be after my technology, but that's a well-guarded secret.
I pull up in my black car that might as well be described as the fucking Batmobile. She sees me, and I see her. There's not a nod of recognition between us, but both of us know what happened the other night. We kissed, and I fingered her, she came, and it was fucking amazing. But then I left her dripping wet, wanting more of me.
That's how I left things and now there's a fire burning between us that neither of us can deny.
She's coaching her driver but staring at me the whole time. She can hardly tear her eyes away and that's how I fucking want it. She looks so fucking hot in that outfit, swathed in black.
If I'm driving the Batmobile, then she's my goddamned Catwoman. That jet-black hair and piercing green eyes betray her as the jaguar that she is.
I know she has a thing against dating racers and that she probably brushed off the other night as nothing, a mistake. But it wasn't a mistake, at least not to me.
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