Bad Boys Do (Hqn)

by Victoria Dahl

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, really.”

  “You thought she was sweet and innocent? Why?”

  Jamie groaned. “I don’t want to talk about it. As far as I know, they’re sleeping in separate bedrooms every night.”

  “Oh, my God, you’re so cute. How old is she?”

  “Twenty-seven.”

  Olivia shrieked with laughter.

  “Hey. She’s my baby sister.”

  “Did I mention how cute you are?” she asked, bumping her knee into his.

  “Eat your dinner,” he grumbled, tilting his wineglass toward her to urge her on.

  Olivia leaned back with her glass, a big smile on her face as she propped her leg on his knee. Jamie tugged it higher, until her heel was snug against his hip and his fingers were wrapped around her ankle. Her skin was impossibly soft and warm. There was something about a woman’s skin…the feel of it so much more delicate than his own. He slid his hand up until his fingers brushed the back of her knee, and she sighed and leaned in to kiss him.

  Somehow, she ended up in his lap, but Jamie kept the kiss soft and slow, letting her feel every movement as he slid his hand higher. Over her thigh until his fingers brushed the underwear she wore. He loved that she was wearing his clothes, and that would scare him if he wasn’t enjoying the feel of her so much. But Olivia was curving closer and his hand was sliding even higher on her tight thigh, and what the hell could it possibly matter if he felt possessive?

  “Mmm,” she sighed, her hand slipping beneath his shirt. “I’m so glad we made up.”

  “Not as glad as I am.” Her fingers brushed his nipple and he hissed.

  “I love your body.” The words teased along his jaw. “I really, really love it.”

  He groaned as her tongue traced along the edge of his ear. She’d never been so aggressive before. “Are you tipsy?”

  “Maybe a little. Where do you want me tonight?”

  “Where?”

  Her husky laugh cooled the skin she’d licked. “In the shower? The hot tub? Right here on the table? I’ve never done that.”

  She’d never done any of it, damn it, and the thought of it made him hard as a rock. “I kind of thought maybe we’d do it in the bed. I want it slow. And thorough.”

  “Just a bed?”

  “Yes. Unless you’d be disappointed.”

  She laughed and slipped both her hands around to his back. Her nails pressed into his skin. “Never.” She began to suck at the perfect spot on his neck, waking every nerve in his body to glittering life. But just as he started to sigh, her mouth left his and she sat straight up.

  “Wait a minute. This whole ‘slow in the bed’ thing isn’t because of what I told you, is it?”

  He was sure that the guilt flashing over his face must glow like neon, but he tried to keep his expression blank. “Huh?”

  “I made this weird, didn’t I? I knew that was going to happen!”

  “Hey.” He took her hand before she could scoot off him. “What are you talking about?”

  “You know…”

  He tried his best for a confused look. “That? Come on. It takes more than that to throw me off.”

  His lie had the exact effect he’d hoped for. The anxiety clouding her eyes cleared and he could see the awful vulnerability beneath. “Really?”

  “I’m a bartender, remember? I’ve heard it all.”

  She hesitated for one more doubtful moment before breaking into a smile. “Right. I forgot that you’ve heard everything already.”

  He had. Everything from every type of person she could imagine. But that didn’t change how much this meant to him. “Listen,” he said, spreading his hands over both of her thighs. “If you want me to dress you in a French maid’s outfit and fuck you on this table, I will. But what I’d really like to do is carry you into my bedroom and have sex on a bed. Not because of what you told me earlier, but because it’s been a long day and you’re tired and my bed is really comfortable. And there’s nothing not exciting about horizontal sex with you. Um, not for me, anyway.”

  Olivia closed her eyes and snuggled close again, laying her head on his shoulder with a sigh. “That sounds perfect.” After a quiet moment, she raised her head. “Do you have a French maid outfit just lying around?”

  “No, it’s pressed and neatly folded.” He stood, picking her up as she threw her arms around his neck with a shriek. “Shh. I’m just trying to liven up this boring sex for you.”

  “It’s not boring!” she cried, her words tumbling over themselves in laughter.

  “Well, not now.” He carried her into the bedroom and tossed her onto his bed. She was still trying to catch a breath, so he took off his shirt and grabbed her ankle to pull her closer. His T-shirt rode up her body, exposing her flat stomach and cute little belly button. His black underwear hugged her hips like a glove.

  “Shit, you look good,” he murmured.

  She put a bare foot to his chest and nudged him. “Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?” Yeah, she was definitely drunk. Not that he was complaining.

  “Why don’t you tell me?”

  “Just looking at you makes me wet.”

  He’d thought he was turned on already, but her words struck him like lightning.

  “I didn’t even know that was possible,” she said, her eyes devouring his chest. “To look at a man’s body and want it so much I’d do anything.”

  His hand followed her leg up to her thigh. She let her knee fall to the side. She was still fully covered, but he could see that hollow at the inside of her thigh. If he tucked his fingers beneath the fabric right there, he’d find her wet and ready.

  “I think about you all the time, Jamie,” she confessed, her words falling to a whisper. “I think about your mouth on me. Your cock inside me…”

  “Christ,” he breathed, lowering himself slowly over her, loving the way her hands touched him as her legs wrapped around his hips. When he kissed her, he bumped her glasses and she reached to take them off and toss them toward the table.

  Jamie kissed her hard, and she sucked at his tongue as if she needed this as much as he did. Framing her face in his hands, he kissed her for a long, long minute, then dragged his open mouth down her neck. She smelled like him. His soap, his shampoo. She wore his clothes and his scent and she was in his bed. He wanted to snarl with satisfaction.

  When she pulled his hand to her lips and sucked two fingers into her mouth, he did snarl. The heat…the wet suction…Jamie forgot all his intentions to be slow and gentle. Instead he pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth, feeling the strong muscle of her tongue work against him.

  He tugged her shirt up and returned the favor by drawing her nipple between his teeth, making her cry out against his hand.

  She hadn’t even touched his cock and he was already harder than he’d ever been, his skin so tight it hurt. He imagined her opening her lips over him, taking him in, sucking hard. He imagined thrusting against her tongue, opening her throat.

  Jesus Christ, he could come just from the way she drew at his fingers.

  Jamie shuddered and slipped lower down her body, determined that this would last longer than his body thought it could. He dipped his tongue into her belly button. Pressed his teeth to her hipbone. But when he moved lower, he had to slide his fingers free of the hot fantasy of her mouth. Her teeth nipped him in protest, but he was intent. He needed both his hands to drag the underwear off her hips and down her legs. He needed both hands to spread her thighs wide.

  She was as wet as she’d promised.

  Jamie’s mouth watered as he slipped his thumbs along the hollows of her thighs. When he brushed her sex, Olivia’s muscles jumped and her knees fell farther open, urging him on, as if he would deny her anything.

  He kissed one thigh, then the other, then he traced his tongue along her folds, sighing as the taste of her flooded his mouth. She bucked when he touched her clit, so Jamie curled his arms around her hips and held her down so he coul
d close his lips over the tight bud of nerves.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned. “That feels so good.” He pressed his tongue to her and she moaned louder. So began another game of seeing what noises he could coax from her. He teased and suckled and gently bit. He licked and nibbled then plunged his tongue deep into her pussy. When he worked his way back up to her clit, Olivia cried out, her hips fighting his hands. Jamie tightened his grip and got serious, concentrating all his attention on the strokes that made her shake and scream. Her clit was a tight, hard bud against his tongue, her thighs trembled, her screams turned to a choked gasp. It was over too soon. She moaned as the last spasms shook through her.

  “Oh, God, Jamie…”

  He stood and unbuttoned his jeans, his gaze on her fingers against her sex, her tight thighs still trembling. He felt strange. Not himself. Not charming and easy and smooth, but mindless and rough. He wanted to find out everything she’d never done, just so he could be the first. He wanted to take her so thoroughly that she’d have no inclination to move on to a third lover, or a fourth. Jamie pulled a condom from his pocket, then unzipped his jeans.

  Olivia’s eyes opened. Her gaze slid to his zipper, then to the wrapper in his hand. “Wait,” she murmured as she pushed herself up. “Wait.”

  What the hell could waiting accomplish? He set his jaw and did as she asked, and when she put her feet to the floor and slid off the bed, he was damn glad he had.

  “Olivia,” he said as she went to her knees, forcing him back a step. “You don’t have to…” His body ordered his throat to close before he could finish the sentence.

  Thank God Olivia ignored him and edged his jeans down. “I know. But I want to.”

  She did. Hell, he knew she did by the way she’d sucked his fingers like a damn Popsicle earlier. Just the thought made his heart beat so hard that his vision blurred for a moment. But when Olivia reached for his briefs, Jamie blinked his vision clear.

  His cock sprang free, and she immediately wrapped her hand around the base with a little sigh. He would have sighed, too, if he could only catch his breath. Then she licked her lips and there was no hope of that.

  “You’re really big, you know that?”

  He felt really fucking big right now, that was for sure.

  Olivia slowly stroked all the way up his shaft, then down again. “I love the way it feels when you fuck me. Like I can just barely take it.”

  Jamie heard himself breathing now, and he could feel the oxygen surging through his blood, making everything brighter, including her touch.

  She drew her hand up again, and this time, she slipped her thumb over the head, smearing the drop of liquid across the ridge. His pulse rose to a frightening pace.

  Jamie was just reaching out a hand to stop her when she carefully touched her tongue to his cock. He dropped his hand and watched as her pink tongue tasted him again. This time it swirled around his head, and lights flashed through his brain, blinding him for a moment.

  “Mmm,” she murmured, and then he felt her lips slide over him.

  “Oh, Christ,” he groaned.

  She smiled against him, her eyes flashing up to watch him through her lashes.

  Oh, Christ.

  Her mouth closed over just the head, her tongue teasing against the ridge before she slid deeper. There was nothing hotter than this and there never would be. Olivia taking him in for the first time, her lips stretching around him…. Then she began to suck, and he forgot everything except how to feel.

  His world became heat and slickness and suction. Her hand tightened at the base of his shaft as her mouth worked him.

  He realized then that he’d been so focused on showing her pleasure that he hadn’t expected this. That only made it sweeter as she took him deep. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, then changed his mind and looked again.

  Pleasure weighed heavy at the base of his cock and grew heavier with each draw of her hot mouth. “Olivia,” he murmured, wanting to speak her name.

  She dipped her head deeper, and he felt her choke.

  “Don’t,” he said, setting his hand to her hair. “Don’t do that. Just… You feel so good.” He didn’t need her to perform. He just needed her.

  She shifted her hand and Jamie gasped.

  Olivia slid her mouth from him and looked up. “You like that?” She stroked him again.

  “Yes,” he answered with the last of his breath. “I like that.”

  She smiled. “Good,” she said, before she slid her mouth down him again.

  He lost his ability to speak at that point. She worked her hand and mouth in a slow rhythm that pulled him under and drugged him with pleasure. He felt like coming already, and he didn’t want to. Not yet. Not when she was taking him deeper, her tongue a firm stroke against his shaft. Her mouth pure white heat.

  Only sheer willpower helped him hold on. This first time with Olivia would never happen again. Hell, it might never happen again at all. So he forced the pleasure down as far as he could. He watched her mouth against his wet shaft and felt the tiny hum of her voice against his skin. And finally it was too much.

  He slipped his fingers into her hair. “I’m going to come,” he ground out past clenched teeth.

  Her sigh whispered over his cock.

  “Olivia,” he warned, trying to ease her back, but she didn’t budge, and he wasn’t inclined to force her. Instead he let himself feel everything build inside him, the pleasure growing, building to an impossible weight. “Ah, shit,” he growled, then let it crash over him, breaking him down.

  She squeezed him, milking him, her mouth still tight over the head. He knew she was swallowing him down, he could feel himself pulsing into her, and that made the climax so much sweeter.

  When she finally let him go, Jamie spun on his heel and collapsed to the bed. He heard Olivia’s laugh and waved her up. “Come here.”

  She collapsed beside him, and he realized they were both still half-dressed.

  “You’re pretty good at that yourself,” he murmured.

  “Liar.”

  “Liar, my ass,” he countered.

  He felt her rise up on her elbow. “You know what? I really, really liked that.”

  He cracked one eye open to check her out. “You sound surprised.”

  “I wanted it. With you. I wanted it.”

  “That’s a first?” he asked lightly, pretending he wasn’t dying to hear her answer.

  “Definitely.”

  His heart flipped. “I told you I make everything fun.”

  She slapped him before collapsing against his chest with laughter. But of course, it was a lie. She was the one making this great.

  “Take off your shirt,” he said. “Take off my shirt.” She snuggled closer, and Jamie felt his heart flip again.

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m going to give you two choices and neither works with a shirt.”

  She smiled and he felt the movement against his skin. “What are the choices?”

  “Sleep…or shower.”

  “Are you kidding me? I’m exhausted. Sleep!”

  “Come on. One of those ledges in the shower will make a good bench.”

  “No.” She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.

  “You can lean on it. Sit on it, whatever you like.”

  “Sleep.”

  “You don’t have to do anything. Just sit there.”

  She began to laugh again. “You just came. What do you even want with me?”

  “Mmm. It involves soap. And nudity.”

  “Jamie—”

  He shoved off the bed and scooped her up. “Come on.”

  “You’re crazy!”

  “I’m a young man, Ms. Bishop. I bounce back. Isn’t that why you seduced me in the first place?” Her outraged shriek of laughter echoed against the bathroom tiles until Jamie stopped it with a kiss. And water. And soapy, soapy hands.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  THERE MIGHT HAVE BEEN a bounce in Olivia’s step the last
time she’d set foot on campus, but now she was practically flying. She didn’t care who found out. She didn’t care who knew. Let them all see she was getting great sex and lots of it. Compared to being invisible, it was a nice way to walk through the world.

  And it wasn’t just Jamie making her glow. She’d made a decision this morning. She was only thirty-five. Not even halfway through her working years. She couldn’t just give up and decide to do something she hated for the rest of her life.

  To be fair, she didn’t actually hate it. Teaching was simply…nothing to her. Nothing good or fulfilling or happy. She’d taught because Victor had arranged a position for her. It was as simple as that. And every year she taught kids who moved on and graduated and went out into the world to do what she wanted to do. That was the awful part of it. That was the part that made her stomach churn and clench.

  Walking across the grass—or maybe floating over it—Olivia headed straight for her office. She wasn’t foolish enough to think she could simply quit her job and make her dreams come true. This was real life, not a Hollywood production. But she could work toward it every day. She could start crunching numbers and making plans and sketching out logos. In a year or two, maybe she’d be ready to start up her business part-time. The college would—

  “Olivia!” The voice was distant enough that she had no idea who to expect when she turned around. Jamie or Victor or one of her colleagues. She tried not to let hope bubble up inside her as she scanned the lawn. A man raised his hand then, jogging toward her, and she bit back a smile at the sight of Paul. Did he have some sort of sixth sense for satisfied women?

  “Hey,” he panted when he drew near.

  “Good morning.”

  “Just one second,” he said, holding up a finger as she drew in a few deep breaths. “Haven’t had my coffee yet.”

  “No stamina?”

  He frowned at that, and Olivia wished she could pull the words back. Probably not what a man liked to hear.

  “So, I wondered if it was another time yet.”