Rapid Pulse: A Limited Edition Spicy Romance Collection

by Gina Kincade

  I looked down at him.

  His body was lean and muscular but not bulky. His rich brown hair was short on the side but messy on the top, and he had light green eyes that darkened when he was turned on. He stared up at me with those beautiful eyes.

  They narrowed, and his mouth with its full and swollen lips, pinched.

  He was a lawyer. He was trying to solve the puzzle. I kept changing the variables on him.

  If it turned him off not being able to figure me out, his cock sure didn't agree.

  After a massive orgasm a few minutes ago, it was rock hard and deep inside me.

  I moaned and lifted myself up. I slid up and down his cock. My legs shook as I fucked him.

  He didn't touch me. Didn't offer to help.

  I was basically using him as a living dildo.

  His eyes followed me.

  I leaned over and kissed his chest. My hips grinded back and forth.

  His racing heart and labored and shallow breath were the only indication he was enjoying it. I rubbed my tits on his chest. My mouth hovered over his. He licked his lips but didn't push to kiss me. He was resigned to let me take control.

  It was so strange. I was more used to his initial approach to our encounter.

  I wasn't a submissive, and he certainly wasn't a dominant in the true sense of the word. But I'd usually let the man take the lead. Tell me what to do. It gave men a sense of power to call the shots in bed.

  I had taken on the opinion of my mother, who thought all men could be manipulated without even knowing it. I was doing that to Ethan now.

  In Ethan's case, I was pretty sure he knew it.

  I pressed my lips against his for a millisecond and then sat up.

  He groaned. His cock settled further into my pussy.

  I reached back and ran my nails across his inner thighs, cupping his balls as I made small circles with my hips.

  He bit his lip and closed his eyes.

  His fingers twitched by his side. He tried to control himself. His cock swelled. He was close.

  I missed his eyes on me.

  When he watched me get myself off, he was so hot, the lust in his eyes. The sure appreciation for what I was doing for him. Now that was real power.

  I needed something from him.

  It might take me some time to figure out what that was exactly.

  I didn't have time.

  Right now, I needed him to make me forget.

  To do that, I needed to come again.

  To come again, I needed him to look at me.

  I leaned over and kissed him.

  He flinched away from me, and his eyes shot open.

  He narrowed his eyes again.

  "Yes, that's it," I said. I took his hand and placed it on my thigh. The other I placed on my pussy. He rubbed my clit with his fingertips.

  I grabbed his head. I ran my hand through his hair. My fingers smelled like my pussy. I ran my finger over his lips. I dipped one in his mouth.

  He sucked on it.

  I licked his lips around my finger and tasted myself.

  When he opened his mouth, our tongues met. We kissed with our eyes open. The burn in my belly moved lower.

  His hands grabbed the sides of my head, he tilted his head and pressed his tongue into my mouth.

  I moaned against his tongue. He kissed me deeper. He invaded my mouth and my pussy.

  I allowed it, so it was okay. That was what I told myself anyway.

  His hips began to move, meeting my thrusts at the perfect angle.

  He pounded into me. His hips rocked in a steady rhythm.

  My brain was about to splinter; keeping up with him took control. Not that it turned me off. The opposite. I was too fast. My body was rolling down a hill, pick up speed, and the crash at the bottom was inevitable.

  I needed to stop the momentum or, at least, slow it down. I pressed on his chest and sat up. He followed.

  I pushed down harder while clenching my pussy around him.

  He groaned, gripped my hand, and pulled it away from his body. He sat up and held me against his chest. I struggled to push him away, but he held on tight.

  My eyes darted around.

  His gaze focused on me, his scrutiny. What did he think of me? He remained hard and still inside me.

  Guys didn't ever give anything away. Especially when I'd already given him what he wanted.

  Ethan caressed my face. His mouth pressed against my cheek.

  I whimpered. His touch was so sweet and tender.

  I fell into the kiss, consumed by his gentleness and attention. For the first time in a long time, I didn't feel alone.

  So lost in his kiss, I opened my eyes and was on my back. I pushed on his chest and opened my mouth to protest, but my plea turned into a moan.

  He pulled out and slid back in to me, so slow.

  My head fell back, and I arched up into him. I felt every vein and ridge of his cock as he slid in and out of me. I closed my eyes and took it all in. The way he felt against me. The sound of our bodies smacking together. The pain on my hip made the pleasure more acute. It was everything. My brain was all scrambled, and it felt so good.

  And then he stopped.

  He stopped moving. The noise stopped, the pain stopped, and worse of all, the pleasure stopped.

  I peeled my eyes open.

  Ethan stared down at me.

  The curious expression on his face made me smile. He was still trying to solve the problem.

  I leaned up and kissed him. He kissed me back but didn't move. I rocked my hips against his. With his weight on me, I didn't have much space to move. I stopped and looked up at him.

  "What's wrong?" I asked.

  He grinned but didn't answer.

  "Ethan." I rubbed the stubble on his face. "What is it?"

  "Nothing." He shook his head. "I was just looking at you."

  "You can look and fuck me at the same time, can't you?"

  "I could, but it wouldn't be as much fun." Ethan chuckled, and we both groaned.

  It made me laugh, which caused him to move, and my laugher halted when pleasure shot through my system.

  I blinked and tilted my head. It was the only thing I could move.

  "Are you done?" he asked.

  I frowned and looked down.

  "No, I don't think we are quite done yet."

  He grinned.

  "That's not what I mean."

  "Well, counselor. Say what you mean."

  "Are you done fighting me?" He leaned in and kissed my ear. "Let me make love to you."

  He pulled on my ear and rolled his hips into me.

  "Oh, God." I moaned.

  "See." He slid in and out. "I do know what I am doing."

  "I never doubted it," I said.

  He swirled his hips and pushed back in.

  "Oh, fuck."

  He did it again.

  I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

  "See. There you go again." He pulled my lip away from my lip with his teeth. "Don't block it. Feel it."

  "I am," I whined, frowning up at him.

  He grinned.

  Ethan shifted over me. He placed his hands in my hair and pulled a little. He tilted my head up and placed his lips on mine.

  His hips did that swirl thing again, and then he pounded into me.

  I lifted my shaking thighs.

  "Wait," I said against his lips. "Right there," I said louder.

  His thrust speed increased. He pulled my hair harder. Not enough to hurt, but enough to wake up all my senses.

  "Oh, Ethan." I moaned out his name one last time before falling over the edge.

  He grunted and pushed into me. He made no other sound, but his hips shook followed by his whole body. He sucked in a breath, stole it out of my lungs, and kissed me again. When his orgasm subsided, he rolled off me and fell flat on his back.

  I rolled up next to him, laid my head on his chest, and drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  Eth
an

  Maybe it was the shot at the bar combined with the blowing my load twice in a span of an hour, but I passed out on the floor and woke up alone a couple of hours later. I pushed myself up on shaky legs. I did a quick search of my place, but I knew she was gone.

  Maybe the make love line was a bit much, but it worked even if I woke up alone.

  Oh well, more pancakes for me.

  "MR. BANNER." I STOOD and shook his hand. In a week, he had called me every day to get an update on his divorce. Now he was in my office.

  Amanda had a hard time keeping him at bay, which was unusual for her. She was a great gatekeeper, but she had been distracted lately.

  "Ethan. I think she's stealing money." He flopped in the chair across from my desk. He held his phone in one hand and pointed with the other.

  "What do you mean?" I clicked a few keys on my computer to pull up his file.

  "Money is disappearing from my account." He shook his phone at me. "And she's being a sneaky little bitch about it, too. A couple of hundred here. A thousand there."

  "Is it unusual amounts?" I narrowed my eyes.

  "What do you mean?" he asked with a huff.

  "Is it unusual? Different from how she's spent in the past?"

  "It's my money."

  "Mr. Banner. Norman." I stood and walked to the front of my desk. "She's living her life during the process. You should be doing the same."

  "But she could take it all." He shook his head and wiped his mouth.

  "How much is in this account?" I sat in the chair next to him.

  "A couple of hundred thousand."

  I had to try with all my resolve not to roll my eyes. The man was worth millions. He was bitching about a couple of hundred thousand that hadn't even been spent yet. Paranoia and divorce didn't mix well.

  "Why can't I just take my money? It is my money." He sounded desperate. That didn't mix either.

  Did I mention this wasn't his first divorce? It made me wonder what his other lawyers had told him.

  "Your wife filed for divorce, and she's accusing you of cruel treatment." I looked him in the eye, my words measured.

  "I never laid a hand on her," he growled.

  "I know." I held up my hand. "She's stating the prenup was coerced. What do you think it will look like if you suddenly pull your financial support? It's a small price to pay to make sure you come out of this thing with your reputation intact."

  "Fuck my reputation. I want my money," he yelled.

  I smirked. I couldn't help it. I bowed my head to cover it up and placed my hand on his shoulder.

  "I am doing everything in my power to make sure you get your money, too." I spoke in a slow and even tone.

  Mr.. Banner blinked and looked away. He rubbed his hands across his face and exhaled.

  "I just want this to be over," he said.

  "I know." I patted his shoulder. "It will be over soon."

  My conversation with Mr. Banner wore me out. Once I convinced him his wife wasn't stealing his money, he left my office.

  Amanda had scheduled the first round of deposition three weeks from now. It couldn't come soon enough. I wasn't sure the fee was worth the aggravation.

  Plus, I was still a little pissed about Kendall.

  I had to talk myself out of visiting the campus under the guise of checking on my brother and find her. I'd talk to my little brother twice last week and both times kept my mouth shut about my night with Kendall. It was a shame; the sex was fucking hot. If I didn't get a repeat, I should at least be allowed to brag about it.

  "Hey Amanda, I'm heading out." I dropped a file on her desk. "You should be doing the same."

  "Nope," she said in a tone she used when she didn't want any follow-up questions. Unfortunately for her, questions were an occupational hazard.

  Amanda had worked for me for almost a year. She was one of those rare assistants who enjoyed her job. The scowl on her face I hoped had nothing to do with it. I needed her.

  "You okay?" I asked.

  "I'm fine." She exhaled. "Just a long week. Thank God tomorrow is Friday."

  "Yeah. Any plans for the weekend?" I asked.

  "To relax," she said and turned around to put the file away.

  I frowned. I stayed out of Amanda's private life, and she stayed out of mine, but something was bothering her. I left it alone and headed toward the elevator.

  When I approached my house, I had a visitor on my front stoop.

  "Hello," I said.

  She lifted her head from the iPad in her lap. It took a second for her to realize it was me.

  "Hey," she said and smiled. Her face lit up when she smiled, especially her eyes.

  I climbed a couple of steps and sat down next to her.

  "What're you doing here?" I asked.

  "You still owe me breakfast." She wiggled her eyebrows.

  I grinned and leaned in.

  She met me halfway, and we kissed.

  It was sweet and unexpected.

  I held out my hand.

  She took it.

  We walked into my place, and I dropped my stuff on the table.

  "You want a drink?" I asked.

  "Sure." She scanned the room.

  Not like she got a good look at it last time she was here.

  "Have a seat," I said and pointed at the couch. "Beer okay?"

  "Yeah." I disappeared into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers out of the refrigerator.

  When I returned, she ran her hand over the beige suede couch.

  "Something wrong?" I sat down next to her.

  "No." She sat up and placed her hands on her lap.

  I handed her the beer. She took a long sip. Her eyes darted around.

  I looked around, too.

  "You don't like my place?" I asked.

  "No. It's nice." She leaned back. "It just doesn't look much like you."

  It had been a year since Isabella left. I hadn't changed it. The couch I never sat on was too big for the room and the television too small.

  The dining room table in the back matched the small table and chairs near the window. It all matched too much.

  It was insanely expensive, too. My ex insisted a DC lawyer had to have a kickass place to call home.

  Her use of the word kickass should have clued me in that her taste and mine weren't going to mix.

  "Yeah, well, I work a hundred hours a week, so I don't spend a lot of time here." I sipped my beer and watched her take it in.

  "Just a place to sleep and fuck," she said and turned back to me.

  "Sometimes, I don't even get to sleep."

  She grinned and nodded.

  "How's school?" I asked. "You have to present yet?"

  "Yeah, constitutional law last Wednesday." She rolled her eyes.

  "Who do you have?"

  "Walker."

  I groaned.

  "Oh, you know him?"

  "What was the case?"

  "Oh, the most famous, Marbury vs. Madison."

  "Constitutional Review."

  "It would have been nice if someone had told me he was the only eighty-year-old former congressman who supported judicial review. They always leave the important parts out of orientation," she said.

  "I'm sure you killed it."

  "Well, of course, I did. I'm a great student." She grinned.

  "Does anything intimidate you?" I asked.

  "Nope," she said and turned toward me.

  "Not even me."

  She laughed. The woman laughed in my face.

  It would have pissed me off if her laugh wasn’t so infectious.

  She was right. I wasn't intimidating. It wasn't my weapon.

  I was clever and irresistible.

  Why else was she back in my place, wanting more?

  Chapter Eight

  Kendall

  I had adjusted to law school. It was hard because of the sheer volume of information you had to cram into your brain in a short period of time. It was my mother and her nauseating i
ssues with divorcing her latest husband that stressed me out and led me to seek out Ethan.

  She came to campus to pick me up for an early dinner. She desperately needed my help. She made up a crazy narrative about how he wronged her and needed me to go along. I couldn't take her talking about him like he did something wrong. He did nothing wrong; he loved her too much, and she couldn't handle it.

  I walked out on her before we even ordered.

  She watched Law & Order; I couldn't lie for her? I wasn't going to fuck my career before it started. And again, six weeks of law school was not going to offer me any tricks to help her win her case.

  Maybe that was why I ended up in front of Ethan's house. He was a divorce lawyer, so maybe he could help.

  Oh, who was I kidding? I showed up here because my body couldn't forget the way he touched me.

  It was a bold move. I couldn't explain it, but I felt comfortable around him. I felt calm around him. I was horny, and he was a sexually skilled man.

  And he made me laugh.

  Five minutes later, we were making out on the couch like teenagers.

  He stopped kissing me but kept his hands on my tits.

  "So what do you want for breakfast?" he asked.

  I narrowed my eyes.

  He removed his hands, stood, and walked into the kitchen.

  I got up and followed him.

  "I make a mean French toast, but if you're hungry, an omelet is quick."

  I shook my head.

  He closed the refrigerator.

  "What? I thought you came for breakfast?" He smirked.

  I grinned and walked toward him. I placed my hands on his chest and leaned up to kiss his chin. I laid small kisses down his jawline.

  "You're making it hard for me to think," he said.

  "Don't think." I ran my hand down the front of his pants. "Just get hard."

  I didn't have to worry about him following that requested. He was rock solid in my hand. He groaned and pressed his hips into me. He walked me back to the kitchen counter.

  He set me down and spread my legs, rubbing his cock against my center.

  I tugged on his lower lip.

  He did the same and grunted.

  I unbuttoned his pants and reached into his waistband. The first touch of flesh elicited a groan from me. My body woke up and tingled from his touch. He must have felt it on his cock.