I clenched my thighs tighter, but it did nothing to alleviate the throb of need pulsing low in my gut. I was burning up inside, a sinful flame of pleasure flaring hotly. I took another drink in an attempt to extinguish the fire.
I wanted to play. And why shouldn’t I? The wicked idea I’d been holding back crashed into my thoughts, grabbing me up and dumping me on the shore of twisted rationalization. I knew the game. I’d become an expert at keeping my emotions locked tight, not ever thinking about my bedfellows once their role was over. Why should Marcus be any different?
“My rules are simple.” I gave in to the temptation to tease. Just a little. “Only players. Only sex. And most importantly, only one night.”
His gaze swung to meet the challenge in my eyes. “And anyone can play?”
His husky words sizzled down my spine, enveloping me in their warmth.
My insides coiled tighter. Don’t do it! The last remaining bastion of sanity shrieked, yelling at me to get up right now and leave.
To what? The lesser-known, insane side of me curled up its lip and jeered. To an empty hotel room?
Marcus hadn’t moved a muscle, but it seemed like he’d shifted closer. The heat of his body drew me in, melting the last of my faltering resistance. With a rush of breath, I let myself tumble over the edge of reason.
“Do you want to play?” I heard myself whisper. A fierce light flickered in the depths of his eyes and my heart did a slow-motion somersault.
“I’m thinking about it.” Marcus’s voice was so low it vibrated all the way through me.
My throat constricted, cutting off the flow of thickening air. A rush of liquid soaked the lace strip drawn across my clit. As if he could scent me, Marcus took a deep breath and a smile kicked at the corner of his lips. His confidence sent a shiver of alarm scudding down my spine. His smile was pure predator. And I wanted him. Oh, I wanted him badly.
What little sense of preservation I had left chose that moment to kick in, and I realized control of the situation was slipping through my fingers. Marcus was a steamroller, an unrelenting force that could devour me. And while the thought should have scared the shit out of me, something told me I needed to accept his challenge. I’d played it safe long enough. Now it was time to prove I could play as hard as the Nathans of this world.
The thought gave me the confidence I needed to lean in close. I felt rather than heard his breath hitch. Marcus’s cool, spring scent hit my senses and I resisted the urge to taste…barely.
“Don’t think too long.” I issued my own warning.
Hiding the tremble in my legs, I gathered my belongings and slid off the barstool. His hand snaked out to grip my arm before I could make good on my escape.
“Game on.” His other arm fastened around my waist.
I came up against his body for a few brief seconds. And what a body it was. I stilled, half of me wanting to melt into him like processed cheese, the other taking note of exactly what I’d just encountered. This was no pampered businessman soft on lattes and late lunches. Marcus was hard, masculine power. Raw. The word jumped into my mind and a delicious quiver wound its way down my spine, my nipples stiffening in excitement.
I almost sighed in disappointment when he stepped to my side, although a low chuckle told me he hadn’t missed my reaction.
“Your room or mine?” He breathed close to my ear.
His room or mine? Room? What was wrong with the floor? Right here. Right now.
I swam up through the murky fog of desire, knowing my answer was vital. Oh yeah. Rules.
“Yes. Room,” I agreed.
I let him propel me to the lobby and he came to a stop in front of the elevators. I pulled a few feet to the left where a small alcove beckoned. Now he was so close I couldn’t wait another second to taste him. I twisted, letting my back hit the wall as I tugged him closer.
Heat exploded as my mouth fused with his, licking along the crease of his lips. Fuck. It felt good. So, so good. He groaned, letting me in, momentarily giving in to my assault before gradually taking over. His arms wrapped about me and he pressed against me, pushing me further into the wall until the handrail bit into my ribs. I didn’t care—the sting of pain only added more fuel to my fire. Moisture slickened the tops of my thighs, drenching my panties, while the ache of need echoed from low in my belly.
I gave myself to his hot, delicious kiss, writhing against him as dark cravings clawed every inch of my body. Our tongues stroked and parried, creating rasping quivers of delight as I pushed closer, needing the hard reminder of his body for an anchor. His cock burned into my belly, my nipples fierce points of need straining against the confines of my shirt. I became addicted to the exquisite rasp of grinding into the solid heat of his chest.
His mouth left mine and I whimpered in frustration, until he laid a trail of molten kisses, tracing the triangle of skin beneath my chin. His head dipped lower, pleasure slamming through me as his mouth grazed my nipples through my shirt. I trembled, arching my back, thrusting my breasts upward in silent offering. Begging.
Marcus pulled away, his breathing ragged. “Your room?” His voice was hoarse, his eyes moonshine bright with lust.
My belly folded in on itself. “Not mine,” I told him, struggling to think. “Or yours.” A room was too intimate and I needed the advantage of neutral ground. More so against a man like Marcus. The room I had in mind would serve as a stark reminder this was just a game.
After all, a pawn was still a pawn, no matter where you placed him.
“Where then?” Marcus appeared barely restrained, locked halfway between shaking me and taking me where I stood. “I’m not into public displays, but I’ll have you right here if I have to.” His words sent another tremor of carnal pleasure straight through me. My already-swollen clit pulsed with aching need.
Still, I paused to look at him through my lashes. “In the boardroom today, I imagined you naked. Wanting me.” I wasn’t lying. All day, I had been hyper-aware of Marcus sitting at the back of the room. The sight of the sexy consultant splayed confidently in his chair had snatched my attention more than once when it should have been on other things. Like work.
Fuck work.
I traced a finger down the line of buttons on Marcus’s shirt, lightly drawing my thumbs across his chest to feel his nipples harden to peaks. He flexed forward and a shot of need slammed through me as his cock hit my mound. It took every inch of self-control not to brush my thumbs against him again. I let my hands drift lower.
“Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing,” I whispered. I stopped at his belt buckle and lingered there.
Marcus’s eyes burned into me, revealing how right I was. “You want to go back to the boardroom?” He hesitated, frowning.
But he didn’t look completely disinterested. I let out a wicked little laugh that had flames licking in the depths of his eyes. My nipples hardened impossibly tighter against the silken whispers of my shirt. Beneath my fingers, I could feel the hard, thickness of his cock.
“Yes. You’ll see,” I promised throatily.
“Then let’s go.” Marcus sealed the deal with another kiss that left me panting.
“One night only,” I reminded him as he tugged me out of the alcove.
“Agreed.” He met my stare. Then smirked. “Unless you ask for more.”
I smiled and the last of my tension ebbed away. “No chance,” I assured him. Marcus said nothing, but his smoldering look spoke volumes. I shook off the shiver of disquiet that burrowed into my chest. I had control of this.
I stopped at the front desk and caught the concierge’s attention. “The boardroom was hired for me earlier today. Abby Harkness from Crovens? I have a room here.” Another glance at Marcus and a smile curled at my lips. “I wondered if it was still available? We’ll only need it for two…” I leveled another look at the man beside me, stopped and reassessed. “Make that three hours. After which, I’d like you to personally come and get me.”
I smiled to h
ide the sudden attack of nerves. Now that I was on the cusp of committing to a few hours with Marcus, the actuality of what I was doing sank in. Correction. Of what I was about to do. I squashed my doubts and concentrated on placing my signature on the dotted line. Marcus knew my rules. And it was rule number two I was desperate for. Mindless sex and lots of it.
I grabbed up the magnetic key card to hide the tremble in my fingers.
“Will you need the data projector or white board, Ms. Harkness?”
I paused to study the concierge and his question. Did he honestly have no idea what was going on?
“No, that’ll be all. Thank you,” I dismissed him, once more distracted.
With Marcus’s heat blazing at my back, I was eager to get down to business.
Chapter Four
Marcus
I shut the door behind the retreating concierge and snibbed the lock. Despite my impatience to get my hands on Abby, I teased out the moment before turning around, the taste of heightened awareness curling through the air. Anticipation. Satisfaction.
I had won.
When I finally twisted to face Abby, she didn’t let me down. She stood proudly despite the slight quiver that whispered down her limbs. Eagerness or nerves? Either way, I would take care of her. I needed this too.
Abby’s chin rose as I continued to stare at her, letting my brazen gaze slide downward. A long, drawn-out pause at her breasts as I took in the stiffening points through her silky shirt. I ate up the sight, wanting to get to the soft, warm skin underneath. Still, I lingered, watching as her hands fisted and her body wound tighter with building expectation.
My eyes slipped further, almost able to see the desire I knew soaked her pussy. I could smell it on her. Ready for me. Her hips moved forward, inviting me to grab her in my arms. I held himself back, taking the time to finish my measured scrutiny, down her shapely calves to those dusky pink toenails.
“Meet your approval?” The tremor in her voice confirmed how much I affected her. Her chest heaved as if she couldn’t quite catch her breath, tension vibrating through every inch of her body.
I smiled. “Oh, you always had my approval.”
A flicker of understanding sparked in her eyes as I stalked forward. She stumbled back until her ass hit the table. I stopped mere inches away and her body tensed as she waited. For me. I drew it out for a long, strangled moment before reaching into my pocket to bring out a quarter. Her eyes flew to the coin, her look so intense I was surprised there weren’t flames dancing at my fingertips.
“Call it,” I said.
She glanced up to meet my gaze, before looking back at my hand. “What am I calling for?” She licked her lips in a nervous gesture. I wanted to lick her right back.
Leaning forward, I made sure I had every scrap of her attention before answering. “Whether I fuck you hard and fast.” I enjoyed her quick intake of breath, my cock so tight it rubbed against my zipper in a rasp of painful pleasure. I swallowed back the rampant need to take her. Here. Now.
“Or?” Her voice was the barest whimper.
“Or whether I spend my first hour teasing you but not letting you come.” I spelled out the torturous alternative that would be the death of us both.
Abby’s eyes widened. She shook her head. “Can’t we just…”
“No.” I brushed my thumb across the coin and her eyes followed the caress. Her lips parted. We both knew that whatever I did, she wasn’t going to last long. “Personally, I want to fuck you now.” Right fucking now. Her tongue came out to touch her full bottom lip and I knew I wanted to fuck that pretty mouth too. My cock twitched and I fought back the groan building low in my chest. Later. “But this is a game, right?” I asked, watching as confusion clouded her features for a moment before her expression tightened and she nodded. “So, call it.”
Her brows furrowed in concentration and I could almost see her mind racing, trying to think of a way to stack the bet in her favor. A little huff of a sigh and she lifted her gaze to meet mine.
“Heads, you fuck me first.”
It took every inch of control not to launch myself at her. I acknowledged her choice and flicked the coin up. Together we watched it tumble over and over in a high spin. But before I could catch it, Abby snatched it out of the air, quick as a snake and smacked it onto the back of her hand. She cupped her fingers over it and lifted them to peek. A wicked grin sliced across that luscious mouth as she hid the coin from view.
“Heads it is.” With a vixen’s laugh, Abby flung the coin over her shoulder. Neither of us turned to see where it landed.
Play time was over.
Chapter Five
Abby
Before I could draw a breath, Marcus had me spinning toward the table. He pressed lightly on the small of my back, bending me over the thick slab of lacquered wood. I put my hands out to brace myself as he pulled at my hips, tilting my ass so it stuck high in the air. A rustle of cloth and the soft slap of half a dozen wrapped condoms landing beside me.
Well, he was certainly prepared. I’d wondered why he’d ducked away while I’d been dealing with the concierge.
All other thoughts fled my mind as his hands trailed up the outsides of my thighs to pull my skirt up. A hiss of appreciation as the material rounded my ass, exposing me to Marcus’s view. I squirmed, wet warmth dampening my crotch, slickening my thighs. He stripped my lacy panties down to my ankles and I stepped out of them to widen my stance.
“Fuck.” Marcus grunted in appreciation. The slither of his pants sliding down his legs was followed by the snap of a condom.
A rush of excitement caught me in its grip. Oh, God, this was going to be…
Ahh. The blunt tip of his cock swirled around the wet temptation of my sex and my muscles tightened. His hands grasped my hips.
“Are you ready?”
It was Marcus’s only warning before he pushed deep inside. He pulled me back at the same time until his cock was fully sheathed. My breath rushed out on a low moan of pleasure. I’d never felt so full. Stretched tight. Completed.
“More.” I gasped out a demand as he stopped for a beat. I was close, so close.
Behind me, Marcus’s breath released. He pulled out until the head of his cock rested just inside me again. Small rocking movements rubbed the slickened bulb against me. Teasing me. A whimper forced itself from between my teeth and I tried to push myself onto him to ease my hunger.
“More,” I gritted out.
“Anything you say.”
Marcus buried himself inside me again, the deep slide followed by a rush of exquisite pleasure. I adjusted my grip, pushing against the edge of the table to meet him. He pistoned his hips faster, growls rumbling in his chest in time to his unrelenting pace. No time to think, breathe, do anything other than let surge after surge of carnal pleasure crash over me. Consume me.
My muscles tightened, gathering for the perfect storm as sensations flooded so fast I was coming right then. Marcus didn’t halt at my cry. He rode me through the cresting waves, hitting the spot deep inside, over and over. My breath came in quick pants. I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to as the pressure built again and I became trapped in a sweet, sensual web, close to plunging down and losing myself.
Without pause, Marcus wrapped his arm low around my stomach, his hand finding its way unerringly to my clit. I jerked back, my ass slamming into him so hard I felt the slap of his balls against my thigh. My gaze caught on the erotic sight of his arm disappearing beneath my skirt.
“Again,” he growled. His clever fingers flicked across that tight nub of nerves, pressing, and releasing. My legs started to shake, pleasure riding hard across my body.
I ground myself against him, teeth clenching as I spasmed around his cock, holding him tight inside me. He went over the edge too, his pace stuttering until he gave one last final thrust. I could feel his cock as it pulsed and twitched deep in my pussy. I thought my legs might give out and only Marcus’s arm holding me kept me sliding to the floor. The sound of our
heavy breaths filled the room.
“Good.” I finally managed to squeeze out a word.
“Damn good.” I heard the smile of satisfaction in his voice. He withdrew and turned me around to plant a kiss on my lips that was both sweet and promised more to come.
“Now it’s time for tails,” he said with a grin.
I wasn’t about to argue.
Marcus lifted me to the boardroom table. The cool surface felt good against my heated buttocks. Only a few hours earlier, it’d been my financial sheets spread across this table—that was the last coherent thought I had as Marcus stepped between my legs. One hand wrapped in my hair and he tilted my head to kiss the hell out of my mouth. I clasped my arms around his neck and tumbled into his quickening storm.
“Wha…” I huffed in disappointment when he stepped back far too soon.
“Take it off,” he said, his fingers tweaking at my nipples through my clothing. Desire speared my belly and I sat up straight, thrusting forward in silent invitation.
Marcus flicked open the top button of my shirt. “Off,” he demanded.
I was as eager to have his skin against mine as he was to touch it, but I stilled as he bent to remove his shoes and shuck his pants. I held my breath, mesmerized by the tight pucker of his ass and the tantalizing glimpse of his balls peeking out between his legs. Marcus took his time, seemingly aware that my eyes ate him up as he slowly turned around. By the look of his sizeable hard-on, he was more than ready to go again. Me too. I reached greedily for his cock but he shook his head, a smile flirting about his lips.
“Undress first,” he reminded me.
I ripped a button trying to get my damn shirt off. And all the time, I watched him take off his clothes, biting my lip as his muscled chest emerged inch by magnificent inch.
He placed a chair sideways to the table, then another mirroring it on my other side with a gap in between. As soon as I was naked, bar the skirt rucked around my waist, Marcus lifted my legs, placing each foot in the middle of each chair so I was spread wide with my pelvis tilted toward him. His eyes gleamed as they drank in the sight, a growl ripping across the air, making my juices run.
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