What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 4)

by Selena Kitt

  “Riley.” He spoke into her open mouth, and deepened his kiss. He made it clear playtime ended. Now his kisses had passion and purpose.

  The spice of the absinthe disappeared, leaving only the unique taste of Mike in its wake. She explored his mouth with her tongue vowing to remember every nuance.

  “Riley.” He pushed her skirt up and settled his hand between her knees.

  “Yes, Mike.” She took her turn to kiss him down his jaw, allowing the slight bitter tang of his aftershave to take over her palate. No one would ever be Mike, and she needed something to block the memory of a taste she would never be able to recreate.

  He moaned and found her lips again.

  His erection was hard beneath her and she pressed herself down, applying pressure sure to make him wild.

  Her move worked. He squeezed her knee, giving her a slight tug.

  She let him have what he wanted and opened her legs. If he followed her lead he would be met with a surprise. One she suspected he would enjoy.

  The music throbbed through the walls, and she knew people walked the hallways. Yes, she locked the door, but that meant nothing. She was still here grinding against him in public place. Maybe she wanted someone to find them, living proof they were here together.

  At last, he slid his hand up her inner thigh.

  She broke the kiss, curling her lower lip over her teeth and biting down.

  Sparks seemed to emit from his touch, but she remained motionless, fighting a moan as his fingertips grazed against her.

  “Shit.” He stared into her eyes. “You have nothing on, and you’re soaking wet.”

  She nodded.

  “What are we doing?” His fingers parted her lower lips.

  “What do you want to do?” Her mind ping ponged back and forth. One night with Mike, or did they try? Did she tell him the truth?

  “This.” One finger entered her.

  She sucked in her breath.

  “You need two fingers.”

  “Last night I had to do it myself.”

  “Not tonight.” He treated her with another finger and pressed the heel of his palm over her center. “Move with me.”

  She obeyed, moving her hips in a circular motion.

  He burrowed his fingers inside her. “I want you.”

  “I’m right here.” She could lose control, come any second with the one person she always wanted. Though the years he was always in her mind, even if she didn’t admit it. Hell, she changed because of him. No matter what happened, there would always be that unspoken connection that drew them together even if they were never meant to stay together.

  She learned long ago to be to be satisfied with what she had. What she allowed herself, what she allowed others to take from her, or give to her.

  “I want more.” He smiled and curled up his fingers.

  “Yes.” She spread her legs giving him more access. They had this moment here in this building. One day they would both look back on this as a lust filled night.

  “Mike.” She was speeding toward her end. He found precisely the right spot to amplify his every action. “Make me come.”

  “I want to make love to you.” He put his free hand to her cheek. “Not just make you come.”

  “It’s a start.” She kissed him and rocked on his fingers, her orgasm built, her body shook. Release was here. She would finally be satisfied. “I’m almost there, and I’ll take care of you.”

  “Riley, let’s go be together.” Without warning, he removed his fingers.

  “Mike.” She grabbed his arm. Her stomach bottomed out at the loss. She burned, not from relief, but need.

  “Baby, it’s okay.” He kissed her. “It’s okay.”

  She tensed against his lips. Any man would die to make a woman come like this. She went to stand.

  “I’m sorry.” He held her in place. “We’re going to get the driver and go to the hotel, and I am going to spend the rest of the night making love to you, I promise. We can’t do this here.”

  She took a breath and closed her eyes both willing and wishing her impending climax away. He wanted to make love to her?

  She pursed her lips and exhaled. There was no making love. No fluffy beds, soft talks, or kisses with purpose.

  “Let’s get out of here.” He put his fingers in his mouth as if he needed to taste her, and made a satisfied noise. “We have to leave.”

  Making love spoke of something more. Something she wasn’t sure they could have. No way would she wake up tomorrow in an empty hotel room.

  “I want you so bad.” He brushed her hair back. “I want to be with you.”

  “You want to be with me?” No. He wanted what she was giving him, a quick fuck before he headed back home. To call it something else was doing fucking a disservice.

  “I was going to wait to ask you, but I want you to come to Dallas for a few days so we can explore this.”

  She put her hand to her chest. This night was her grand send off. She was supposed to have this one night, and in turn he would never forget her. Making love and trips to Texas wasn’t part of the deal.

  “Riley, let’s go.” He lifted his hips to prove his point.

  She couldn’t leave with him, not yet. He handed her an out in the form of a raging erection. He may as well have put it on a silver platter.

  Maybe closure wasn’t what she needed.

  Maybe it was answers.

  If she received some answers maybe she could let the past go.

  As abruptly as he stopped pleasuring her only minutes ago, she stood.

  “Excellent.”

  Before he followed, she turned, and pushed him back in the chair, straddling him.

  He put both his hands on her waist. “I thought we were leaving.”

  “You’re not going anywhere like this.” She took her time to lick her lips. “There would be no way you would spend all night making love to me, maybe two seconds.” Her voice shook at using his words. She leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue around the rim of his earlobe.

  “Someone is going to walk in here.”

  “Does that scare you?” She pushed herself back and took it upon herself to undo the first few buttons of her corset.

  His focus instantly went to her chest.

  She put her finger into Mike’s mouth then rubbed it over her tight nipple. “Or does it arouse you?”

  “Oh my God.”

  “Something wrong?” She turned down to the bulge in his suit pants.

  “You’re looking at it.” He moaned and reached for her breast.

  She caught his hand and swatted it away. “Oh no. It’s my turn now.” She stroked his erection through the fabric.

  “Riley.” He lifted his hand again.

  She gave it one glance. “Put it behind you.”

  He paused before complying.

  “Let’s see what’s going on.” She unbuckled his belt.

  He didn’t protest, only kept his gaze affixed on her. The best way to train anyone was with positive reinforcement, and she leaned forward as if to kiss him.

  He opened his mouth.

  Rather than melding their mouths together, she only flicked her tongue against his. He kept up with her, but moved his head forward in an attempt to truly kiss her, and his hand touched her hair.

  “Grab the chair.” When she spoke her lips brushed his. This was her show.

  “Kiss me.” His tone brisk, commanding, as if he were in a boardroom.

  “Grab the chair.” She kept her voice brisk.

  His jaw stiffened, but he obeyed.

  Once more she headed toward his mouth. He tilted his chin up. Right before their lips touched, she backed away.

  He ground his teeth together.

  “Don’t let go of the chair.” She moved in again. When her mouth reached his, she gave him what he lacked. Hard kissing while she while she unfastened his pants. “Someone is wearing underwear.” Her finger traced the top of his briefs.

  He held his breath.


  She pulled his briefs down and his cock instantly bounced up to her awaiting hand, velvet skin tight over pure muscle. “Is this what you wanted me to do last night?” She took this time wrap her hand around him, admiring the fact her fingers barely touched.

  “As a beginning.” He pressed his back against the chair, causing it to creek in protest.

  “What about now?” She treated him to a series of slow strokes up and down his entire length.

  “Better.” He spoke through clenched teeth.

  “Was it me you wanted, or would any woman you met in California have done the job?” The question happened naturally, but was an excellent starting point.

  “What do you think?” He turned down to watch her. One hand made its way toward her.

  She released him.

  “Riley!” He bucked his hips. He held his hand away from them.

  “You know what you have to do.” She ran her finger over the tip.

  He returned his hand to the back of the chair, and she returned to her hand to his shaft. For the first time with Mike she held the power, literally. Even last night on the phone he took over. She wouldn’t squander this opportunity and doled out a bit of relief with a loose grip. No way was it enough.

  “Answer my question.”

  He closed his eyes. “Harder.”

  “Answer.” She slowed down.

  He swallowed. “I could only be you. I don’t have anyone else.”

  She tightened her hold but moved no faster. “Do you want me to stop?”

  He shook his head.

  “Even though we’re in public and I’m jacking you off?”

  “Keep going.”

  She lay off the questions for a moment and gave into her want to give him some pleasure, see what she could do to him.

  “Riley.” His breathing increased, he turned his head from side to side.

  She sped up, making sure to pay attention to every inch of him.

  Her need amplified at watching him. He was a gorgeous teenager, one who never suffered through the gawky years, and turned into a stunning adult. Age agreed with him, making his once pretty-boy looks rugged and masculine.

  Part of her wished she didn’t know him before, she wanted to let go let him take her away. Time, a name change and a toned-down make-under altered her as well, but she knew now she couldn’t separate herself from what she knew about Mike. Before she gave in, she had to push further.

  “Oh yeah.” His body tensed.

  “Mike?” Now she used both hands to give him even more sensation.

  He groaned. “I’m there.”

  “Mike?” She wanted to impale herself on him. “I have another question.”

  He writhed in the seat. “Yes, I’m going to come.” This time he let go of the chair with both hands.

  She released him and caught his hands.

  “Oh shit!” He bucked up to her. “Riley!” He arched his back and intertwined his fingers in hers, squeezing her hands.

  His cock stood straight up in full arousal, and she throbbed with want as well. “I have a question.”

  He took a breath. “Touch me.”

  “I have a question.” She kissed him.

  He let go of her. “Now Riley.”

  “Is this too much for you? Do you want me to stop?” He trembled beneath her, and she needed to make sure.

  “Don’t stop.” He took the chair again.

  “Are you going to answer my questions?” She raked her nails across him.

  “Interrogate me.” He set his jaw.

  “Maybe we need to try something different.” She got off him, spread his legs apart and lowered herself to her knees. With his permission, she had the ultimate lie detector.

  “I’m keeping my hands behind me.” The tooth made an appearance with his smile.

  She took hold of him and gave him a quick flick with her tongue.

  The smile grew. “God, I want you.”

  She swirled her tongue over the head, getting one small sampling of something purely male and created out of intense desire.

  “How bad do you want me?” She took him into her mouth.

  “Bad enough to destroy my business on this trip.” His breath came out ragged.

  “Is that why you didn’t take me on your business meeting with Mr. Carl?” She cupped his balls in her palm and continued, sucking and licking, taking as much of him as possible into her mouth.

  “It’s so good, baby.”

  She built him up further, savoring in his response to her, and the way her jaw strained to contain him. No doubt he would make an amazing lover. She took a breath, but kept her lips on him. “Is that why you were late?” She clenched her fist.

  “What?” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I wanted to be alone with you.”

  She licked up his length. “Do you think I would destroy your business?”

  He bit his lip. “Don’t stop.”

  “Michael…” She let her lips vibrate against his most sensitive skin.

  He didn’t say a word.

  “Answer me.” She fluttered her tongue over the tip.

  He hung his head back. “I want you, Riley.”

  She needed to know if he truly wanted her or if he only wanted a raunchy romp on a business trip. “Do you want me or do you just want this?” She encompassed him with her mouth, taking in as much as possible.

  “Oh, fuck.” He moved with her. “I’m going to come.”

  His heartbeat pounded on her lips. She pulled back. “Not yet.”

  This time he groaned, defying her by putting his hand to his forehead. “Don’t stop.” His voice strained with torment. “I want you.”

  She paused, basking in his need for her, but wanting just a couple of more answers so she could reveal her true self and then give herself to him. “We have to make sure.”

  Chapter Ten

  Any second a stranger could walk in this strange place while Mike squirmed in an ancient office chair with his cock in his dream girl’s mouth. Even more bizarre was the fact he didn’t care. At the moment all that mattered was if he was going to let go and come, or struggle to stave off his climax.

  Something about having Riley take over liberated him. Allowed him to push everything aside, block out the world and enjoy.

  Plus, Riley was incredible.

  Hot, beautiful, smart, and fucking sexy.

  He wanted to forget everything. Defy her demands, throw her on that dusty desk and make love to her right there, not caring if an audience showed up. He wanted her to take him to the edge and pull him back, hold his orgasm in the palm of her hand, allowing him release only when she was damn good and ready. Even her crazy dominatrix questions served to spur him on.

  One thing was certain, the woman should never doubt he wanted her. He wanted everything. The sex, the lovemaking, the bit of kink, and her. He wanted it all.

  Her mouth was warm, moist, inviting. The perfect host for his over stimulated cock that craved to let go. He stared up at the ceiling concentrating on the small bit of relief she allowed him. He didn’t think it would last long, and he didn’t want it to.

  “Michael?” She called to him, her voice breaking through his haze of arousal.

  A heave of desire traveled up his cock, and every time she stopped, his balls seemed to fill a little more. The pleasure-pain was addictive. He inhaled and took his time exhaling in order to calm down enough to speak.

  “Yes.”

  “You never answered my question about your meeting.” She took one fingernail and scratched it up from the base of his cock to the rim of his tip.

  He rolled his hips. She was oddly fixated on this meeting and it was the last thing he wanted to discuss. He didn’t want her to know he needed funding, didn’t want her to know he failed. For once he chose the path of indulgence, and she was the luxury.

  “Suck me.”

  “Hum.” Her tongue paved the same path her fingernail did only moments before. “Maybe you need a little inspiration to answer.�
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  This time she wrapped both her hands around him, gripping him hard, giving him what he ached for. As a bonus, she took the head of his cock between her lips once more.

  Steady, slow swipes coupled with the ideal amount of suction sent him into overdrive.

  At first, he held back, expecting her to stop, and trying to anticipate her next move.

  She continued, and his control faded. He held his breath. It wasn’t only the way she worked him it was watching her, the way her head bobbed, how her hand almost didn’t reach all the way around him.

  “Riley.”

  She acted like she didn’t even hear him.

  His orgasm built, his balls pulled in and tightened, his shaft burned. “I’m there.” He twisted his hands around the back railings of the chair. “I’m there.” The first ripple started.

  Then everything ceased.

  “No.” His body cramped, he squeezed his muscles trying to keep the sensation, but was only met with a stinging, urgent emptiness.

  “Let’s try to answer that question now.” She sat back on her heels.

  He shook, broke out into a sweat. His cock twitched, standing rigid, primed for ecstasy but receiving nothing. “What question?” The only coherent thought he possessed at the moment was he didn’t ever want this to end. He was a glutton for this debauched torture.

  She put her hands on his thighs.

  He tried to wriggle himself closer to her, closer what he had to have. Though the room was dark, he could still make out her succulent lips that only seconds ago encased him.

  She strummed her fingers on his pant legs and blew on him.

  “Oh man.” Her breath caressed him, scalding every nerve ending. “I have a condom in my wallet.”

  She placed her finger on the tip of his cock, reminding him of a puppeteer. He was merely a willing toy. She controlled all the strings.

  “I want to know why you didn’t take me to your meeting.” She put her elbow on his knee, resting her head in her hand.

  He let go of the chair. Where before the feeling as if he had to climax waxed and waned, this time it remained.

  “I need you.”

  “Tell me.” She began her ministrations again, now feather light swipes across his cock, but it was enough to force him right back to the brink.

  “Let me come first.” He hit the end. His mind didn’t want to process anything, his thoughts distorted. “Riley.”