James, Sherry - [Studs For Hire 01]

by Woman On Top (lit)

  "Syd—"

  "Sshh.” She placed a finger against his lips. “I know you're thinking about the past and the future repercussions if we do this, but let that all go. For this one night, forget everything and let us to be together. Right now, yesterday and tomorrow no longer matter."

  Sydnie brushed her finger along his bottom lip, inviting him to embrace the pleasures she granted. He took her offering into his mouth and the salacious act sent the last millimeter of his resolve slipping away.

  Pulling her snug against him, he discovered her body fit his as perfectly as any could. A raw, primal hunger like he'd never known, consumed every last rational thought he had left.

  His lips captured hers and they gave into the demands raging between them.

  Sydnie encircled his neck with her arms, throwing his balance off slightly. They toppled backwards a few steps until her back pressed against the doorjamb of the open closet door. Her hands raked through his hair, stoking an already scorching fire. With one swift movement, he lifted the silk dress up over her head, only to find the Starry Night Blue Torsolette, and a pair of garter belts and stockings standing in his way.

  "Hmm. Garter belts. My favorite,” he drawled as he slipped an index finger beneath a silky strap. Sydnie gasped as Trevor traced a scorching trail along her inner thigh with his thumb, not stopping until he found the lace of the thong. He pushed the fabric aside and eased his fingers into the folds of her delicate womanhood.

  Her head tipped to one side in languid bliss and Trevor seized the opportunity to nibble at the hollow of her throat. The spicy scent of him assailed her sensibilities.

  This plan of hers was working all right. So well in fact that she was on the brink of entering forbidden territory.

  Trevor kissed her again full on the mouth and she wondered if maybe all of this was nothing more than the wild fantasy she'd dreamt so often.

  "I want you,” he murmured against the base of her throat, reminding her this was indeed very real. The raw desire she heard in his voice told her he spoke the truth. “I can't deny it anymore, Syd. You know it's driving us both crazy."

  "Yes,” she managed to whisper.

  Trevor was right. This desire was driving her crazy. She craved, ached for the fulfillment of his body joined with hers. Now, what she'd longed for for months, was within her reach, and no matter what the outcome, she refused to let this chance slip through her grasp.

  Consequences be damned.

  Impatient for the heat of his skin against her own, she tore at the buttons of his denim shirt, freeing them all in one yank. She placed her hands on his bare chest and kneaded his flesh with her fingertips. His muscles tensed and flexed in response to her ravenous touch. The rapid beat of his heart pounded beneath her palms and shot straight to her own heart. Sydnie wrenched the shirt from his shoulders and tossed the garment aside.

  In answer to her demands, Trevor freed the garter belts holding up her stockings. He knelt before her and quickly rolled the sheer stockings down her legs. Her knees weakened from his fiery touch and she stumbled backwards into the closet.

  "Uh-oh,” she cried as Trevor attempted to hold her steady. But her sudden shift in weight knocked him off balance and he tumbled in after her, trapping her between him and the wall. Hangers clanked together and fell to the carpeted floor with a dull pinging sound.

  A soft laugh escaped his throat.

  "What's so funny?” she asked between breaths.

  "This.” He smiled against her cheek, then gently kissed her there. “We have a habit of getting out of control in odd places."

  "Yeah, we do,” she managed to say.

  Out of control was an understatement.

  This seduction scene was going farther than she'd ever intended. Her carnal answers to his body's questions weren't a part of the plan. She was the one who was supposed to take Trevor to the brink, not the other way around. But planned or not, this fire burning between them was blazing hotter with every glance, every touch, every kiss, and she didn't have a notion on how to extinguish the flames.

  Nor did she want to. Nothing, absolutely nothing, had ever felt so right.

  She only prayed Trevor felt the same and he didn't stop what was about to happen between them like the last time.

  The whisper of his fingers along the swell of her breast tore at any strength she might have left to put an end to this madness.

  An intense passion sparked in the depths of his whisky brown eyes and she knew then at that moment, she was lost. “Trevor. Promise me you won't leave me like last time,” she said around a lump in her throat.

  "Ah, my sweet, Sydnie. I'd never make a mistake like that twice. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.” Trevor kissed her cheeks, her neck, and the tops of her breasts.

  And she knew in her heart that he spoke the truth. “Make love to me, Trevor."

  "My pleasure, my enchanting, Venus,” he said as he worked the hooks-and-eyes free on the torsolette and with a tinge of persuasion, the garment fell away to the floor. He continued where he'd left off with his blazing trail of kisses and made his way down to her belly button.

  How could such ecstasy be such torture, she wondered. She didn't know how much longer she could endure this.

  A low sigh escaped her throat, and Sydnie spread her fingers through the swirl of dark hair peppering his chest. Astonished by the wondrous, magical feeling of his skin against hers, she explored further and marveled at the strength in his muscles. She never wanted him to let go of her. She wanted him to protect her, and love her—always.

  He stilled and Syd glanced down to see he'd spied the gold condom package she'd tucked under the strap of her thong.

  "You've thought of everything, haven't you?"

  "With you around, I like to be prepared."

  He looked up at her and smiled. He got to his feet and she reached for the brass button on his jeans. Boldly she popped the snap and unzipped them in a rush, then snaked the jeans down his lean hips.

  His hands cupped her derriere and he groaned with pleasure. “Hmm. A thong, eh?” he murmured as he slipped a finger under the satiny strap and removed the condom. “Do you know you're the most incredible creature I've ever met?"

  "Trevor, please,” she begged, snatching the condom from him. She ripped the package and pulled out the small piece of latex. Desire spurring her on, she sheathed him before he could tell her no.

  "Whoa,” he drawled as her fingers wrapped around him. “I wanted you the first moment I saw you.” He swept a strand of hair away from her face. “It seems like I've been waiting forever to touch you like this. I haven't had a good night's sleep in months."

  "Trevor...” Of all the times he wanted to talk.

  He removed the last piece of lingerie hiding her body from his view. Sydnie inhaled sharply, startled by the feel of him as he pressed his hard masculinity against her.

  No man had affected every sense of her being, every fiber of her soul, every ounce of her body, like Trevor.

  Small beads of sweat glistened on his skin in the shadowy light and she tasted the saltiness against her tongue as she laved kisses on his shoulder, down his powerful arm and to his palm.

  "Are you sure about this, Syd?” he asked as her lips lingered at the base of his wrist. She looked up at him and their gazes locked and held.

  "Positive."

  His hand slid across her belly and traced a path down the inside of her thigh, teasing and taunting as he went. His feverish touch renewed her strength and she stood on tiptoe, silently begging him to take her.

  Trevor granted her request and lifted her up onto his hips by clasping her bare bottom with his hands. Her legs encircled him and held tight. Her back pressed against the cool wall, she welcomed every fiery inch of him into the envelope of her body.

  Her fingers stroked and clawed at his shoulders at the same time. Begging, demanding more. And Trevor answered her call.

  Sydnie gasped and a moan of ecstasy escaped her lips as he rocked her hips hard ag
ainst the wall with each sensuous stroke he took.

  Together they crossed the universe, shattering into a million spellbinding stars.

  The blinding fever appeased for the moment, they tumbled to the floor, entangled in each other. Trevor spied a blanket lying on the floor beside them and he folded its softness beneath Sydnie's head.

  Together they lay, basking in the heat of their torrid lovemaking.

  "Got any more of those condoms?” he asked with contentment in his voice.

  "Sure do."

  "Good."

  "Why?” she asked, feigning innocence.

  "Because, we're going to need every last one of them.” He trailed kisses along her jaw and down to her collar bone before reaching one taut coral nipple. He took her into his mouth and gave her a whole new kind of pleasure.

  "Ooh!” she said with breathy voice. “That's a lot. It's a brand-new box."

  He took the second nipple into his mouth, bestowing it with the same courtesies as the first. “Okay, maybe not that many,” he said between kisses. “But I guarantee we'll make a hell've a dent in the supply."

  "Promise?"

  "Oh, yeah,” he said as he pulled her over on top of him.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Trevor forced his eyes open and realized that he was lying on the couch and a sleepy Sydnie dozed on top of him. Sometime during the night, amongst several rounds of lovemaking in the closet, on the desk, and on the floor, they'd managed to make their way to the couch. Still not the most comfortable place for two lovers to crash, but it beat the commercial carpeting.

  At some point, Trevor had draped a red and green fleece blanket over them to ward off the coolness of the air conditioner. He smiled, knowing they didn't need a blanket a few short hours ago.

  He tried to move and stretch his tight muscles without disturbing Sydnie, but a cramp knotted in the calf of his leg. Great. Here he was in the best position a guy could ask for and he had to get a leg cramp. Time to get up and move around or end up in excruciating pain.

  "Syd,” he said softly, nudging her shoulder. “Syd, honey. I need you to wake up."

  A soft moan rumbled from deep in her throat. She wiggled and stretched like a cat waking up from a long winter nap. Her smooth leg brushed against his rougher one as she moved and his body reacted in spite of being tired beyond belief. He had to admit—he wasn't used to making love half the night.

  The pain in his leg increased and he jerked.

  "Whoa. What was that?” Syd asked sleepily as she looked at him through a mass of curls.

  "I've got a cramp in my leg. I need you to move,” he said, pain in his voice.

  "Oh, I'm sorry.” She plopped down onto the floor, pulling the blanket with her leaving Trevor with nothing but the suit he was born in. “Here.” She tossed him his jeans and he quickly slipped them on, then stood. “Try walking on it. They say that helps."

  "But it hurts like hell.” He stomped his foot on the floor and grimaced. He limped forward a few steps.

  "You get leg cramps a lot, Trev. Maybe you're low on potassium."

  "I don't think a mineral or vitamin deficiency has anything to do with it,” he groaned as he hobbled around the room.

  "Then what is it?"

  "Us. I never had any trouble until you and I began making out in odd places."

  Her laughter filled the room and for a moment he forgot about his pain. She sat there cross legged, hugging the blanket snug around her. What an amazing creature she was.

  "Oh, Trev,” she said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

  "I'm glad you think this is funny,” he said with an indulgent smile.

  "I'm sorry. It's just that I keep thinking about what that kid told us in the parking lot the other day."

  "We're not that old, Syd. In fact, we're still in our sexual prime. Or at least I like to think we are."

  "Oh, I know that. It's just funny, is all."

  Trevor worked his way over to the closet and saw the hangers, boxes and miscellaneous odds and ends scattered about. “This place is kind of a mess. Kind of looks like a tornado whipped through here."

  "One did. Don't you remember? On the Fujita scale, I'd say it was an F5.” She rose, readjusting the blanket around her as she did. She walked over to him and cupped his cheek with her hand. He placed a kiss on the delicate flesh of her wrist and inhaled the delicious honey scent of her. She rewarded him with an enthralling smile and his heart did a double take in his chest.

  Her unruly hair tumbled out of control and he brushed a curl away from her face. She positively glowed with a joy that could only come from making love with someone she cared about. Her eyes spoke volumes, telling him what he didn't deserve to know.

  She loved him.

  The revelation made him wish that the precious moments they'd shared here in her office would never come to an end. That they could love and live on their own terms, in their own quiescent world.

  But it did have to end. The morning sun would soon spoil it all by rising above the horizon, forcing them back into the realities of the harsh day-to-day world they shared.

  Like his lies.

  A pang of regret jabbed at his soul. He'd come here last night to set the record straight and admit his guilt—but instead he'd ended up compounding the situation between them even more.

  Only a scumbag used a woman the way he'd done.

  Yeah, Trevor Vanden Bosch was a scumbag.

  Making love with Sydnie was off limits. Taboo. He'd made that unwritten rule for himself the minute he agreed to this whole crazy charade.

  But he'd failed. And failed miserably at adhering to his own rules, listening to his own advice. Now he needed to find a way to right the wrongs and spare both their hearts in the process.

  The first step in that direction was dealing with Charles Smythe.

  "Let me help you clean this up,” he said, breaking the physical contact between them.

  "No. Don't worry about it. I can get it. I've been meaning to straighten that closet anyway. When we moved in, I just piled a lot of stuff in there. I didn't take the time to sort and organize like I usually do."

  "Are you sure? I'd be happy to help. I'm good at sorting and pitching."

  "It's fine really."

  "Okay. Well, if you don't mind, I think I'll go home and catch a shower."

  "You could take one here,” she said as she traced a finger suggestively along his thigh. Even through the denim of his jeans, he could feel the heat of her touch. Oh, what a tempting offer she'd made. He'd love nothing more than to feel her body against his once more, only this time moist with water and slick with soap. But those arousing images were best left for another time. After there were no more secrets between them. He just prayed that day would come.

  "I'd love to, Syd. But can I have a rain check?” Disappointment clouded her eyes. He cupped her face and rubbed the pad of his thumb along her cheek. “I'm sorry, sweetheart. I really need a change of clothes. And I have a few things to take care of this morning before I report to work. I can't be late again or the boss will have my head,” he teased. The smile returned to her face.

  "Damn right I will. It states right on page five of your employees’ handbook that chronic tardiness will not be tolerated. And don't think that because you're sleeping with the boss, you get special privileges."

  "Yes, ma'am.” He gave her a mock salute. He stepped away and picked up his shirt and dug his socks out of the debris littering the floor.

  "Do try not to be long. We've got a few jobs on deck for today. And besides...” She grabbed his hand and pulled him next to her. “I'll miss you.” She kissed him full on the mouth, making promises of more to come.

  "I'll do my best. But I'm not sure how long I'll be,” he said as he tucked in his shirt and zipped up his jeans.

  "Anything serious? Can I help?"

  Trevor stiffened at her words. Yeah. It was serious all right. Their lives, their futures, were at stake. Sydnie had already helped him more then she knew
by giving him the courage, the backbone, to never be a manipulated pawn in a one-sided chess match again.

  "Nah. I can manage.” He pulled on his boots and strode toward the door, putting distance between them.

  "Trevor?"

  "Yeah?” He turned and saw the hope, the fear, in the depths of her green eyes.

  "Promise me you'll come back."

  There was no doubt about that. He'd be back. But the question was, would she take him back once this was over?

  "I promise,” he said, then hurried down the hall.