But Lacey looked away and broke the spell. Coward.
I didn’t care. She could run away. For now. In the confines of my limo I was perfectly happy to let her try and run from this heat. I leaned in and inhaled the rose petal scent coming from her hair. “You smell good. Like rose petals which makes me think of your skin,” I told her and ran a finger along the outside of her arm. “And your skin makes me think of how soft your pussy will be. Soft and dewy.” I inhaled again and whispered in her ear. “Is that the smell of your pussy dripping for me?” I hoped like hell it was because my cock was hard at just the thought of her damp pussy.
She looked at me with an incredulous look on her pretty face and laughed. “I can’t believe you asked me that and you haven’t even fed me yet! What a barbarian,” she said playfully. “Is this what passes for manners among you globe trotters?” Her laugh was all woman, and it pulled me in, closer and closer until my hands finally got their way. One slid under her wild curls, gliding against her neck and the other landed on her thigh making her gasp.
“Thank fuck for this nice weather,” I growled in her ear, letting my hand slide up and down her smooth, creamy skin. “Tell me to stop, Lacey. Push me away.” If she didn’t, I would keep touching her. Make her come.
Big brown eyes, now almost black with desire, slammed into mine. I expected to see indecisiveness or wariness, but there was only desire. Certainty.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
That was all I needed to hear to let my palm wrap around her soft, slender leg and slide up her smooth skin. I kept going until I hit lace, or maybe it was silk but I didn’t really give a damn, not when my fingertips brushed across her moist center.
“I knew that was the scent of your desire.” I tugged on the elastic and slipped one finger inside, reveling in the way she gasped at my touch.
“You talk a lot,” she panted out, groaning when I added another finger to slide between her damp folds, back and forth while she trembled beneath me.
“Your pussy is so wet, Lacey. Was that just seeing me, or were you thinking about how it would feel to have my cock pounding into your hot center?”
“Too. Much. Talking.” She grabbed my wrist and began to grind and I slid her panties over with my thumb, sliding those two fingers deep into her tight wet pussy. “Yes!”
“I guess I’m not the only one who likes to talk.” But I didn’t want to talk anymore, I wanted to listen to sexy as fuck sounds she made. Little mewls when my thumb hit just the right spot on her clit. The guttural growl she let out when I slid deep enough to feel her clench and pulse around me. The strangled sound she made when she was close and I pulled back. Eased up. “You’re close.”
“I am.” Her words were short bursts of air, one hand clutching the seat and the other cupping my neck.
“How close?” I didn’t need her to tell me, I could feel the tiny flutterings of her orgasm working its way to the surface, the way her skin heated up a few degrees and her nails dug into my neck.
“Walker!” Her voice was angry, frustrated.
“How close?”
“So fucking close,” she growled at me and I swear, my cock wept at the dark sound.
“Good.” I eased my fingers from her body and dropped to the floor, pulling her right to the edge and putting my mouth on her leaking pussy, licking her over and over until her hands tugged my hair, her cries bouncing around the limo. Two fingers invaded her and I pumped in and out, in and out while she made noises that made me wish we were someplace else with more space. More privacy.
“Walker! Fuck, oh fuck, yes!” And then sweet Lacey was not so sweet as words of pleasure dripped from her lush mouth. Her body trembled and pulsed. I kept sucking her clit because I could. She kept moaning and crying as her orgasm went on and on. “Fuck.”
Her body went limp and I eased up until she stopped trembling. “I knew you’d taste as sweet as you smell.”
She laughed. “And you are as talented as I knew you’d be, dammit.”
“Ready for another mind-blowing experience?”
“You think I’m doing anything other than going home and taking a hot bath right now? Then you are as delusional as you are orally and digitally talented.”
I laughed and fell on the seat beside her, one hand still absently stroking her leg. “A hot bath sounds perfect.” I pressed the button for the security screen. “Mason, we’re going home.”
“Are we now?”
“We are. My tub is big enough for four, which means I’m going to have you in there. On all fours.” At least two, maybe three times before I sent her home.
Lacey
How did I go from ignoring Walker’s calls to letting him bring me to orgasm in the back of his limo as we drove through Portland? More importantly how did I go from a fast, hot orgasm in the back of a limo to the sleek copper elevator carrying us to the penthouse apartment? Charm. And sexual pleasure.
“Don’t be shy now, Lacey. Not when I can still smell and taste you on my tongue.”
Did he have to say the most outrageously sexy things every damn time? I couldn’t stop the shiver that shook my spine or the way my nipples hardened under my dress. Why did it have to be Walker Titus, of all people, to make me feel so good? “Not shy, just double checking that I’m doing the right thing.”
“You already know it is and if you don’t, you will.”
“You’re wrong. I know it’s the pleasurable thing but that doesn’t make it right. I don’t know you and what I do know, I don’t like. But I do like what I see.” There was no point lying about it when he could still smell and taste the truth.
“I’m fine with that.” The elevators opened into exactly what I expected to see. A lavish apartment with sleek black and white furnishings everywhere and a big ass television mounted on the wall. There were splashes of color in the form of paintings and sculptures, plus yellow and red accents.
“This is kind of a racing theme, I suppose.” He gave me an affronted look that only made me laugh. “It’s not bad though. About what I expected.”
“Gee, thanks.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me along the main hall. “That’s the kitchen in case you’re thirsty, the living room with a bar in the corner. A nice little view over there,” he said as he gestured with his free hand to the windows bringing in plenty of gorgeous light. Or they would if it wasn’t nearly sunset. “This is the bedroom,” he said proudly and disappeared into the en suite bathroom, giving me the perfect opportunity to browse.
His four poster bed was enormous, and covered in a deep royal blue duvet with gold embroidering. The dark wood, maybe oak, should have made the room look smaller but it was too big to ever be shrunken. There were no family photos in his room, and I’d only spotted a few of him with Lukas and some of him in front of tourist attractions around the world as I scoped the living room.
The water in the tub came on, drawing my attention and I smiled as I kicked off my shoes. Just because this thing with Walker would only be one wicked night, didn’t mean that I wouldn’t enjoy the hell out of it. And as I pulled my dress over my head, tossing it at the foot of Walker’s bed, I knew I would wring every ounce of pleasure I could from this night. Because it couldn’t happen again.
My panties were damp as I slid them away from my wet, sticky core and down my legs, pulsing in anticipation. The bra came next and when I stood in the doorway, watching as Walker stared unseeing at the water filling the tub, I was struck by something else. The utter masculinity, the complete maleness of Walker Titus. He didn’t feel like a man who spent his days buying up media companies and making more money than he would ever need, and that made me wonder what he did to get such a hard body. “How’s my bath coming along.”
“I think you mean our…bath.” The last word fell from his lips, forgotten as his gaze raked over my naked body, lingering over some parts more than others. “Fuck me, Lacey. You are one fine woman.” He stood from the tub and reached for me, cupping one breast and then the other. “Sh
it. Tonight will be so much fun.”
“I’m counting on it, Walker.” My hands made quick work of his shirt and I pushed it off his shoulders while he worked his pants one handed. We kissed like two lovers who hadn’t seen each other in a year, a mass of tongues and lips and teeth, all fighting frantically for the top position in the dance. It was hot and sweet, but mostly it pulled me closer and I couldn’t resist climbing his body and wrapping my arms around his. “Mmm, yes.” He held my ass cheeks and one finger slid into me. “Walker!”
“Gotta say, sweetheart. I can’t get enough of that sound.” His deep chuckle bumped against my chest and I licked the side of his neck, adding a little moan.
“I can feel you.” He was growing harder against my ass, cock twitching as I did my best to drive him wild. “I need to feel more.”
“Ask nicely,” he commanded even though I could feel him stroking his cock with one hand.
“Walker?”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck me. Now.” He held his cock at my entrance and I lowered myself onto him until he was so deep it was uncomfortable. “Walker.” My hips rolled on their own, my head fell back as he gripped my waist and plunged deep. I’d never been so full before. He was longer and thicker than I was used to, which only served as a reminder that I hadn’t gotten a good enough look at the goods.
“Fuck, Lacey. You’re so fucking tight.” His voice was strained, his body coiled tightly as he fought for control.
Screw that. We were both losing control tonight. I squeezed my inner muscles around him, smiling wide at the way he groaned and held me tighter. “You like it tight?”
“Fuck yeah. You feel fucking amazing.” His hips moved at a furious pace, pounding into me hard and deep, and then even deeper still. The only sound in the bathroom besides the water was the sound of our skin, slick and smacking together through the furious pursuit of pleasure.
Then my body was there, perched on the precipice of orgasm again. Head pressed tight against Walker’s, I licked his neck and nipped his ear. “You fill me up so good. So good, Walker. Harder. Deeper. Give me more!”
His growl spoke volumes of his own desire. His passion swelled and then erupted, sending both of us up and up and over that fucking edge of pleasure until we were both floating on air, slowly falling back to earth as our orgasms slowed, then stilled. Then faded. “Oh fuck, Lacey.”
“Okay so maybe that was pretty mind-blowing. Good job, Walker.”
He laughed and smacked my ass. “Thanks, babe but you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
And then he set me in the tub, washed me all over and showed me exactly what I hadn’t seen yet.
Twice.
Okay, three times.
* * *
I arrived at the gourmet burger joint where I was scheduled to meet with Katelyn and Greg Shepherd. Finally. They’d rescheduled twice and I’d been this close to calling in Blake and telling him to forget KBBM. The brother and sister were dragging their feet too much, so today was a last resort that would hopefully work out in my favor.
I got there early and ordered a tall gin and tonic, hoping to mask that these two were driving me to drink. When they arrived a mere twelve minutes late—twelve and a half minutes—I had a slight buzz going and a bright and welcoming smile lighting up my face. “Katelyn and Greg, it’s great to see you both.”
Katelyn was the talkative one and she beamed a wide, cheerleader smile. “Lacey, it’s so good to see you! Sorry we’ve been kind of flaky lately,” she said, rolling her eyes and sticking out her tongue in the universal sign for “shit is crazy right now”.
“I think I understand,” I told them both as they took their seats.
“Do you?” Greg took the seat beside his sister, staring at me with angry eyes.
“I think I do, actually. Peak Adventures is also a family business.” The waiter came to the table in all his tattooed, man-bun glory and took our orders. “When I was a little girl my dad spent a lot of time building up the business to make it competitive in the new digital marketplace, but my favorite part was when he’d come home with outdoor equipment and apparel and let me try it on. I think I was the only girl who got excited about ski pants and snowboards.”
“How would you feel about people trying to buy your family legacy?” So Greg was the unhappy one.
“If I were the one to put it up for sale, I’d try to find the best buyer I could.” The guy acted like we were trying a hostile takeover. Not that Peak Adventures was above it since Blake had tried to get his fiancée’s company that way and she’d outsmarted him. “But if the problem is that you want to keep KBBM, I’d like to know if I’m wasting my time here.”
“You’re not,” Katelyn insisted a little too quickly, giving me more insight into their dynamics. “Greg feels like he’s betraying our dad but what he refuses to acknowledge is that we’re ruining dad’s legacy.”
“And selling it won’t do that?” He smacked the table, taking a long pull from his beer the second it was set before him. “What do you plan to do with KBBM, turn it into local reality television?”
“Hell no! My brother hates reality TV, but the truth is that once you sell there is no guarantee that the buyer will do what you want. So the question is, what do you expect?”
“What we’d like,” Katelyn began, “is to know a little about your plans for KBBM.”
I resisted the urge to groan and tell these two to grow the fuck up and sell a business neither of them has any business running in the first place. “We plan to enhance it and increase the focus on adventure sports.” That was all they were getting.
“What a surprise! A party and I wasn’t on the invite list for once.” Walker stood between the Shepherd siblings with his car salesman smile and a hand on each shoulder. “It’s good to see you again Greg, Katelyn.”
That little motherfucker! “What are you doing here, Walker?”
He flashed an innocent smile and shrugged. “I was just walking by and saw you three looking cozy, thought I’d drop in and say hi.”
“Okay, you said hi. Now you can go.” There was no way I was letting him horn in on my meeting, not after waiting three weeks to get it on the calendar. “Goodbye, Walker.”
He frowned, more like pouted. “You afraid of a little competition, Lacey? I know it’s not the same without Blake at your side, but surely we can be civil about this.”
“Actually, we can’t. Is this how you do business, ambush unsuspecting businessmen and women? I can only imagine what kind of beer commercial station you’ll turn KBBM into.” Since he wanted to toss out that dig about Blake, two could play that game.
“I’m happy to tell you about it. All of you,” he said, blessing each of us with a smile like we needed his goddamn smile.
“Then you can call their assistant and set up your own meeting.” I crossed my arms. It was a challenge, one I fully expected him to accept. At his own peril.
“But I’m already here and business is all about efficiency, right?”
“Sometimes it’s not. But like you said, you’re already here. Have a seat.” His smile bloomed as he took the vacant seat between Greg and I.
“Thank you. What a gracious offer.”
I really think I deserve a medal for not tossing my drink in his face or choking him with the napkin in my lap. Instead I smiled and let Walker do his thing. His loud, flamboyant, overly boisterous thing. “We’ve already ordered,” I told him sweetly.
“How do you guys feel about KBBM becoming ESPN for extreme sports?” Walker’s smile was big and I could see this was him in his element, bright and flashy, using his charm to override what his facts could not. Katelyn was a hot blooded female so of course she was enthralled with his vision for the future. She was probably imagining herself in it, right beside Walker.
“That sounds amazing!”
“You could even do a few commentating gigs, assuming you know about these things.” The look of condescension he sent Greg was so bold, so ill-timed, I would ha
ve felt bad for Walker. If he hadn’t crashed my meeting.
“Are you kidding?” I couldn’t help the over the top laugh that came out of me and even if I could, I wouldn’t have. “Greg was a two time gold medalist in the junior Olympics in snowboarding. Didn’t you know?” I laughed at his bewildered expression. “How interesting!” I took way too much glee in his discomfort so I turned back to Katelyn. “Do you have any questions?”
Katelyn shrugged and cast a wary look at her brother who simply stared at his mug of beer. They both seemed uncomfortable now that both Walker and I were in the same meeting. Fucking, Walker.
The rest of the lunch passed mostly in silence, except for Walker who seemed oblivious to the tension, which he’d caused. Since I couldn’t talk business, I asked more general questions about their lives just to keep the conversation going until the meal was over.
It was, hands down, the worst professional meeting of my career. And when it was over, I paid the bill—for three—and left without a goodbye to Walker. It was one thing to do your best to secure a deal, it was another to pull such an underhanded trick.
And I was a moron, because all I could think about once I left the restaurant was the way he felt moving inside of me, making me come until I couldn’t see straight.
Walker
“I never took you for a sore loser, Lacey.” Though I should have known she wouldn’t have enjoyed my hijacking her lunch with the Stepford Shepherd siblings. It was a childish move, but I didn’t regret it.
She sat there behind her desk, looking prim and sexy in a lace blouse, and I just bet her legs were crossed at the ankles, just like a perfect little lady. She finally looked up, brown eyes blank.
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