The Next Play: Part Two

by Rhyannon Byrd

  Table of Contents

  The Next Play: Part Two

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The Next Play: Part Two

  the play series | book 1 | part 2 of 3

  Rhyannon Byrd

  *This eBook is meant for readers 18+ due to mature content.

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  Copyright © 2017 by Rhyannon Byrd

  This eBook is a work of fiction. Any references to actual events, persons, or locales are used fictitiously. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Other Titles in the Series

  About the Story

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Next in the PLAY Series

  Triple Play

  A Thank You from Rhyannon

  About the Author

  Also by Rhyannon Byrd

  Other Titles in the Series

  Triple Play

  The Next Play: Part One

  About the Story

  HOW DEEP?

  After Jonah pushes her too far, Jocelyn has no intention of letting him get close again. Their shocking encounter in his office has only confirmed her initial belief that casual sex isn’t her thing…and a relationship clearly isn’t his.

  But she soon learns to never underestimate this sexy playboy, because Jonah’s about to tear her misconceptions to shreds.

  Within three intensely passionate, emotional days, Jocelyn will find herself in deeper with a man than she ever imagined…and have so much more to lose than just her pride.

  Note: This series must be read in sequential order, so please start with The Next Play: Part One.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Beneath the hungry, watchful eyes of his friends…

  That’s precisely where Jocelyn found herself, and she didn’t know who was crazier: Jonah for putting this strange scenario into play, or her for not telling him to go to hell and walking away.

  Standing in his arms, with her lips still tingling from the blistering kiss he’d just given her, she stared up at him with wide eyes—and she was uncomfortably aware that his friends, Nic Hart and Jack McKenna, were both watching them, the four of them alone in Jonah’s spacious office at Atlas. “You need to give me an answer,” she said. “What’s going on?”

  “Stop worrying,” he murmured, the hand at her lower back slowly stroking up her spine. “Just close your eyes and let me show you how good this can be.”

  Despite her nerves and uncertainty, her eyes slid closed as if they were desperate to please him, her lips just as eager as he lowered his head and claimed her mouth in another scorching, devastating kiss. She got a little lost in how freaking good he tasted, his tongue stroking hot and hungrily against hers, the heat between them so intense it turned her frenzied thoughts to ash.

  His hands slid down to her ass, grabbing on and lifting her off the floor, the tightness of her knee-length skirt making it impossible for her to wrap her legs around his waist. But she wrapped her arms tight around his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he effortlessly carried her to his desk and set her down on the edge, a kick from his foot sending his expensive leather chair careening across the floor until it smashed into the back wall of reinforced glass.

  And all the while, his mouth never left hers. He kissed her harder, deeper, and wetter than she’d ever been kissed, his tongue possessive and wild as it rubbed against hers, lips so soft and warm she couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel on her nipples…and then lower, between her legs. God, her panties were already soaked, her body flushed with arousal, and all the tall, hard-bodied alpha had done was kiss her.

  Granted, that kiss came with an audience. Jocelyn could feel the press of his friends’ focused stares burning against her back, and knew Jonah planned on taking things a hell of a lot further than a kiss.

  She just didn’t know what she was going to do about it. Tell him no and get the hell out? Or throw caution to the wind and try, at least once, to do things his way, since it wasn’t any secret that the man liked to get down and dirty in front of an audience? That’s why he was a member at Vane, one of the most elite sex clubs in San Francisco.

  I’m not running, so I guess that means I’m staying. Ohmygod, am I crazy for even considering going through with this?

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled against her mouth, his hands shoving her skirt up so he could press his way between her thighs. His head lifted, the morning sunshine pouring in through the glass wall turning his auburn hair the color of a dark flame, his blue eyes molten and heavy as he stared down at her.

  “You m-make me feel beautiful.” Her words were shaky and breathless, her pulse rushing as he reached behind her and started undoing the buttons that ran down her back, all the way to her waist. She blushed so hard she felt sunburned, mortified that he was doing this in front of Nic and Jack. They rounded out the quintet of owners at Atlas, and were longtime friends with the others. They were also just as gorgeous and virile and wealthy, with reputations that were as scandalous as they were fascinating.

  “Don’t panic,” Jonah murmured, when the sound of her panting became louder. “Having you like this—it’s hot as fuck, Jace.”

  Was it? She was too nervous to tell. Her heart honestly felt as if it were about to pound its way out of her chest.

  Am I really going to do this? Am I?

  There was a heaviness in the air that made it difficult to breathe. Or maybe that was just the panic pressing down on her lungs, battling against her need to feel this tortured, beautiful man touching her again. She’d missed the feel of his hands every damn day since he’d kissed her last Friday. Missed the feel of his mouth against her skin. The taste and scent and warmth of him.

  God, had that really only been a week ago? It felt like a lifetime. And she felt drugged on the lust that had been building every minute of every hour that she’d spent with him over the past week, while they’d worked together on the company’s newest project. Her need had grown and swelled, until she was certain he could see it in her face every single time he looked at her.

  And now I’m here. And I’m… Damn it, I’m going to at least try. If I don’t, I’m going to regret it for the rest of my life.

  All week long, she’d found herself thinking about Jonah Cartwright, in the quiet moments of the night. About what she wanted with him. From him. She’d even done some online reading about fetishes and exhibitionism, trying to get a better understanding of what he liked. It’d been eye-opening, and she’d had no idea if it was something she could do.

  She’d even debated calling Gabriel, her boss and Jonah’s best friend, and asking him to take her off the Fillmore deal. But then she’d get a sick feeling in her chest at the idea of no longer working with Jonah, and she’d backtrack.

  Like an addict, she’d bar
gained with herself. Just a little more. Just one more taste. Then I can quit. Then I won’t have this craving anymore…

  And now look at her, being undressed on his desk before lunchtime, in front of two other men, with no idea what was coming next, but unwilling to let that hold her back.

  This might not be the way she’d fantasized about being in Jonah’s arms, but that was the thing about fantasies: they were fiction. In the real world, things didn’t always work out the way you hoped and dreamed. Sometimes they crashed and burned, and at others, they worked out even better, and she prayed that this was one of those better times. If it wasn’t… No, I’m not going to dwell on how bad this might go.

  Instead, Jocelyn forced herself to focus on how hot and strong his hands felt as he ran them up the length of her spine, the back of her dress now gaping. “You smell so incredible,” he rasped, his mouth hot against the side of her neck as he nibbled and licked his way over her skin, down to where her pulse was rapidly beating at the base of her throat. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on every sweet little part of you,” he added, just as he curled his hands over her shoulders and slowly ran them down her arms, taking the top of her dress with them.

  Suddenly she was sitting there with the bodice of her dress pooled around her waist, her breath hitching as he grabbed the hem of her skirt and pushed it even higher, all the way to the tops of her thighs. He straightened, both hands busily unknotting his tie, then working down the row of buttons on his crisp white dress shirt. She could hear Nic and Jack shifting in the leather chairs on the other side of the desk—could hear the rasp of their breath as it deepened, and feel the heat of their gazes burning against her back—but it didn’t matter. In that moment, she was too caught up in watching the sexy male animal in front of her, his heavy-lidded gaze and hungry expression as he stared down at her bra-covered breasts one of the most mesmerizing things she’d ever seen. He looked like he wanted to consume her. Like he wanted to lick her from head to toe, and linger for days on all the especially sensitive parts in between.

  Those parts were feeling more sensitive than ever as she took in the sight of him standing there between her legs with his shirt open and his tie hanging undone around his neck, his trousers straining over an erection that was so massive and thick it made her gasp. Jerking her gaze up from that impressive package, Jocelyn soaked in the stark male beauty of his bare, muscular chest, and had to take a hard swallow before she drooled. God, he was even more perfect than she’d imagined. So hard and ripped and powerfully lean, he could have walked onto the set of 300 and fit right in.

  “You’re the gorgeous one,” she breathed, lifting her appreciative gaze back to his smoldering one. Taking one of his big hands in hers, she lifted it to her mouth and placed a tender kiss against his warm palm, instinctively seeking an emotional connection with him in the midst of this intensely erotic encounter, the fact that two of his friends were sitting just behind her, watching them, impossible to ignore.

  But from the hissed curse on Jonah’s lips, and his instantly narrowed eyes, it was clear that she’d made a mistake.

  Blinking up at him, Jocelyn started to ask what she’d done wrong, when he ripped his hand from her hold like he’d been burned, his nostrils flaring as he pulled in a hard, sharp breath, his jaw so rigid it could have been chiseled from granite. Despite her determination to give herself at least this one moment with him, she felt her courage beginning to retreat in the face of his odd reaction to her innocent kiss. The sexual hunger she’d felt from him just seconds before had shifted, becoming darker…colder, and she shivered as she crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Jonah,” Jack murmured in a warning tone from behind her, and the sound of his friend’s voice seemed to rip him out of his trance.

  “It’s fine,” he ground out, his big hands immediately settling on her hips. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t fine at all. Her brief burst of courage and daring was leaking away like water through a sieve, and her heart nearly erupted when his hands slipped up under her bunched skirt and his fingers hooked over the sides of her panties. Reaching down, she grabbed hold of his wrists and squeezed. “Wait! I…I’m not sure I want you doing that.”

  “If you can’t handle something this tame,” he drawled in a mocking tone, “then how the fuck do you think you’ll handle my club?” He gave a low laugh at the way her eyes widened, the cocky smirk on his lips so sexy it should have been illegal—even when he was being an ass. “Yeah, I figured you’d heard about Vane.”

  Searching his dark blue eyes for even a sliver of the warm, funny, compelling man she’d begun to see more and more of over the past week, Jocelyn fought to keep her voice level as she asked, “You want to take me there? To…Vane?”

  Another cold, hard laugh slipped from his beautiful mouth. “Come on, Jace. Did you really think that I wouldn’t?”

  Confusion and disappointment over the way he was acting clashed with the sharp arousal still building in her body, and she was shocked to realize that the idea of being at that club with him was actually turning her on. Her thoughts were in chaos, and she closed her eyes as she shook her head, struggling to make sense of it all. “I…I didn’t really know what to think,” she admitted, exhaling a shaky breath of air as she let go of his wrists.

  The touch of his finger and thumb gripping her chin jerked her eyes back open, and she gasped at the raw, stark look of frustration on his handsome face. “Christ, Jocelyn. Why would what I enjoy—what I love—change just because I’m attracted to you?”

  She tried to respond, but her words were choked off by a soft, sudden cry when he cupped her between her legs, the soaked crotch of her panties no doubt wetting his palm.

  He leaned in closer, touching her with his heat—with his raw, provocative presence that was all pure, dominant alpha male, sexy and mouthwatering as hell. “You’re fucking crazy if you don’t realize how badly I need to take you there and strip you bare, press you up against the cold glass so that they can all see this hot little cunt, and then show them all how breathtaking you look when you come undone for me. How beautiful I know you’re going to be when you go all warm and pink from the feel of my tongue fucking this sweet little hole,” he growled, pressing the tips of two fingers against her lace-covered entrance. “Or when I’m finally giving you my cock, and you’re screaming for mercy because it feels so fucking good to have me inside you. And I’m talking all of me, Jace, with no holding back.”

  “Oh, God.”

  Trailing the tips of two fingers on his other hand down the side of her face, he went on. “I want them to see how cherry-red these little cheeks get when I shove in each hard, aching inch, forcing you to take every goddamn one of them. I want it so badly I can taste it.”

  “Jonah.”

  The second she whispered his name, he fisted his hand in her hair with one hand, and ripped the crotch of her panties out with the other. Then his mouth was on hers, his body pressing her down until she was lying back on the desk, and he swallowed her husky cry as he shoved two big fingers deep inside her. They were long and hard and hot, and as he started pumping them inside her pussy, he pressed the callused pad of his thumb against her swollen clit, driving her wild, her hands frantically searching for purchase on the desktop as she felt her entire world spiraling out of control.

  “Ah, hell. You’re so fucking tight,” he hissed, dropping his forehead against hers. His breaths were as harsh and ragged as her own, the heat pouring off his hard, powerful body so intense she felt burned.

  “I’ve imagined how good your little cunt was going to feel a thousand times, Jocelyn. But I didn’t come anywhere close to how soft and tight and hot you are. I wouldn’t even be able to get inside you like this if you weren’t so wet. But you are. You’re drenched, baby.”

  “Please. D-don’t call me that.”

  “When I’m finger-fucking you, baby, I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want.”

  She flinched, unable to miss the hard edge of anger that had ting
ed his words.

  “Jonah—”

  “Let go,” he husked, cutting her off. “I want to watch you unravel. I want to watch you break into jagged little pieces all over this desk.”

  Her head tilted back, wide eyes searching for Nic and Jack. They’d both moved to their feet, their tall bodies hard with tension, expressions a strange mix of hunger and concern. And while she didn’t let herself look any lower than their chests, they were both breathing hard.

  “Yeah,” Jonah drawled with a bitter, husky laugh. “They want to see it too. They wanna watch you come all over my hand.”

  He leaned down and nipped at the tight tip of one of her lace-covered breasts, while he did something with his fingers that made her arch like she’d been hit with an electric current, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to hold it back, but there was no stopping it. A dark, devastating wave of pleasure rushed up at her hard and fast, impossible to control, and she orgasmed with a sharp, shocked cry that Jonah smothered with his mouth. Tears burned at the backs of her eyes, her entire body thrumming with emotion, the chaos in her head and her heart so intense she wanted to scream.

  “Again,” he growled against her parted lips, still working her hard with his fingers, his thumb grinding against her clit with the perfect amount of pressure. “I wanna fucking feel that again.”

  God, she wanted that too. But…not like this. Not when she was falling apart, and she knew there wasn’t a chance in hell he would put her back together again.