“I’m not normally violent.” She’d dreamed about it, standing up for herself and putting some of her asshole boyfriends in place. But actually doing it? “Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” His cheek still bore a red tinge from where her hand had connected. “Though remind me never to piss you off.”
“Will do.”
“Anyway. Food? Are you hungry?”
Petra had barely been able to eat anything this morning. With her erotic-dream-filled night, the interview schedule of the day and the reality of some weirdo watching her every move, the idea of keeping food in her stomach didn’t seem like something she could handle. But the loud growl from her stomach answered his question.
“Good food?”
“Only the best for PC.” He held out his arm and escorted her from the room that had been booked for the interviews. “We’ll only have two hours, though. I need to be back for my own interview.”
“It’s not with Sandy is it?” Yeah, that was definitely jealousy churning around inside her. “Because I might be forced to slap your other cheek.”
“We can call it a natural makeup application. I like it.”
Turning the corner, they came face to face with Evan Reid, who was leaving his own interview session. Evan glared at them, and it took Petra a second to realize why. As quickly as she could, she dropped Darcy’s arm and stepped away.
“I knew you two were full of shit. Nothing going on between you? Do you think this is some sort of game?” He pointed at where their arms had been joined. “How the hell can anyone compete fairly when you’ve already stacked the odds in your favor?”
In an instant Petra was transported back to high school. Evan’s sneer, the way he looked at her, was familiar.
“I knew you two were a couple from the minute I saw you. I’ve spent enough time with online people to know the difference.”
Darcy got in Evan’s face before Petra could open her mouth to defend herself. “Listen jackass, PC is exactly the woman who can dish out information like that online. And for the record, I didn’t know her before the other night. I’m not going to stand here and have you accuse us of doing something we didn’t. We entered the competition, same as you, and we were both lucky enough to be chosen by the committee. End of story.”
Evan spun around. “See, this is exactly what I was talking about.”
She hadn’t noticed the reporter standing in the doorway behind Evan, but he had clearly been paying attention to them. The man was staring at them as if they were a winning lottery ticket.
“Hi there, I’m Justin Cox. I do freelance reporting and have been covering interviews for the committee.” Lifting his MP3 recorder, Justin stepped forward, bypassing Darcy and getting close to Petra. “For two people who claim this is an innocent and coincidental meeting, you seem rather close.”
Justin’s gaze didn’t remain impartial or detached. If anything, the way his gaze slipped down to her breasts before sliding back to her face said he would have been more than happy to show a little bias.
“So you’re PC, the woman whose sex advice column has gained popularity because of its online sparring with Mantastic. What exactly is the nature of your relationship with Mr. Williams?”
“We aren’t in a relationship.” Darcy spoke the words through clenched teeth. “And even if we were, it would be none of your damned business.”
“It certainly is.” Evan turned his gaze to Petra, and the look he gave her made her skin crawl. He too took a step closer to Petra, flanking the opposite side from Justin. “I wouldn’t put it past you to make some sort of deal so you could split the winnings.”
The money. Of course he thought it was about that.
Petra couldn’t think with the two of them standing so close to her. She wasn’t used to being the center of attention, not like this. While Evan was certainly furious, she couldn’t shake the sensation that he wanted to do something more than shout. The way he kept lifting his hand toward her shoulder, only to let it drop without touching. Her lungs tightened and it was hard to suck in a breath.
Darcy came to her rescue once more, taking her hand and tugging her to his side. A single step backward and she could breathe once more.
“What the hell are you talking about? There aren’t any winnings.” Darcy looked down at Petra. “Right?”
Oh no.
She realized Darcy didn’t know about the grand prize. His brother filled out all the paperwork and he probably hadn’t seen the terms and conditions. It explained so much. Why he didn’t seem fazed about withdrawing from the contest. The way he couldn’t understand why people were getting so pissed off. He had no clue what the stakes really were.
She wanted nothing more than to lead him out of here so they could have their lunch and pretend this whole thing wasn’t about to explode. Instead she straightened her shoulders and faced him. She owed him at least that much. “Actually, there is. It’s the top prize for the whole competition. The winners for each sub category are pitted against each other.”
Darcy stared at her as if she’d grown a second head. “How much?”
“Twenty-five thousand.” She cringed at the look of shock on his face. “I honestly assumed you knew. That’s why I was so surprised when you offered to...do what you said.”
“Don’t try and play all coy, Williams.” Evan crossed his arms. “That prize is the reason everyone enters this competition.”
Not the only reason, but Petra couldn’t contradict him. Darcy opened his mouth to say something, and yet nothing came. He was the exception to the rule when it came to the awards, though no one would ever believe him if he said otherwise.
Justin cocked his head to the side and looked between Petra and Darcy. “I’m guessing we are going with a ‘no comment’ for now?”
“Yes, no comment.” Darcy took Petra’s arm and dragged her away from them.
Okay, so he was pissed. She got that. But it wasn’t her fault he didn’t know about the money—that was between him and his brother. “Darcy, you’re hurting me.”
He didn’t apologize, or let her go for that matter. If anything, he increased his stride, making it even harder for her to keep up with him.
“Darcy—”
“Not a word.”
“But—”
“Not. A. Word.”
Okay...back into Neanderthal mode. Check.
Pulling her into an office, he made a cursory look around before shutting and locking the door behind them. Petra found herself pressed against the wall, crowded by a large and very annoyed-looking D. Williams.
He placed a hand on either side of her head, pinning her in place and forcing her to look up into his narrowed gaze. If she thought he looked sexy when he was smiling and flirting, seeing this dark and brooding version of the man had her pussy clenching and her libido instantly charged.
“What’s wrong?” Oh, so that’s what a breathy whisper sounds like. Petra cleared her throat. “Is this about the money?”
The material from his shirt brushed against her cheeks. His arms were shaking, though she didn’t know if it was because he was trying to hold himself back or from anger. She’d seen so many sides of him in such a short time, Petra wasn’t sure if there was any part of his personality left hidden to her.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” His words were clipped.
“I assumed you knew. It was in the registration information. And Evan was right. It’s the main reason people enter this contest.”
“People will do a lot of fucked-up things for money. Including harassing one of the contestants.”
“But my website isn’t likely to win. I doubt I’ll even place in our own category.” Sure, she’d dreamed about what she could do with the grand prize. That was a shit-ton of money and she had a great imagination. But her site wasn’t anything special. Not really.
“Clearly someone thinks so. You’ve been targeted. So have I. They want to take us out of the running to make room.”
“Well, fine. We
’ll bring this up to Chris and the committee and let them deal with it.” She could see he was still pissed. “I don’t get why you’re so freaked out by this. Nothing’s changed from a few minutes ago.”
Another tremor passed through him. “I had to stand there and pretend like there was nothing going on between us. I had to stand there and consciously make a point of not beating that asshole into a pulp for touching you, belittling you.”
Petra’s skin tingled and her breasts ached at the possessive tone in his voice. Darcy lowered his head so they were nearly nose to nose. His hot breath tickled her lips as he spoke.
“Maybe I am the Neanderthal you keep telling me I am. Because all I wanted to do was rip you away from them, press you against the wall and kiss you senseless. I want everyone to know that you are off the market.”
Petra was thankful for the wall behind her back, because at that moment her legs turned to jelly. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from his, even as he edged closer.
“Kiss?” She whispered.
“Kiss. Bite. Fuck. Claim you as mine.”
Darcy pressed his mouth to hers, but he didn’t make good on his promise to kiss her yet. Petra closed her eyes and tried to keep up with what was happening, what Darcy was doing to her body with barely any effort.
“When that reporter flirted with me, you were jealous.” His lips tickled hers as he spoke, teasing her with what he held back.
“Yes.”
“You want me for yourself.”
“Yes.”
“If I were to fuck you right here, against this wall, you’d let me.”
“Yes.”
Finally Darcy opened his mouth and pressed his tongue into her mouth. Petra groaned, letting him take what he wanted from her. Letting him devour her with his mouth, lapping and sucking at her tongue until she thought she would explode. Neither of them moved to touch the other; the only contact remained lips on lips.
She’d never been kissed like this before. Not even by him. This wasn’t the playful man who’d seduced her without a thought at the nomination banquet. Not even the in-control and competent lover who’d covered her body with wax and fucked her senseless with a vibrator. That had been D. Williams. She thought she’d seen glimpses of Darcy, but now with her back against the wall and a wild man making love to her through a kiss, Petra knew the truth.
This was Darcy. Possessive and protective, a warrior who’d fight for her, mark her so no other man dared lay claim to her. And damn if she didn’t fall more than a bit in love with him for that.
Knowing she was playing with fire, Petra couldn’t stop herself from needing to break through his control. To hell with the consequences.
Her hands found the buttons of his dress shirt easily and began to undo them quickly. She let her nails scrape along his skin, teasing his chest hair as she went. Darcy growled, but somehow managed to keep his body still, hands planted against the wall.
She pulled back, breaking the kiss, only to lean in and suck on the side of his neck. “You want me?”
“Pet...”
“Did you bring anything?”
“I’m a fucking high-school boy around you. I’ve started carrying condoms everywhere, just in case.”
It took her a second to reach around and retrieve the two disks from his wallet. “I hope to God no one needs this office.”
“I’m not opening that door even if a tornado passes through the building.”
“Excellent.” She began to kiss her way down his chest, pausing long enough to suck on his nipples. “I’d hate to have to stop.”
She was really going to do this? Of course she was. In the short time she’d spent with him, Petra had learned there was nothing she wouldn’t try with him. It was strange and exciting and who the hell was she to argue with the fact he wanted this as much as she did?
She was PC, and for once in her life she really was a sex goddess.
Petra dropped to her knees, her face now in line with the bulge in his pants. “Hello, Mr. Cock.”
“No games.” She looked up and saw that the blue of his eyes had been swallowed up by black pupils. “Not now.”
There was something arousing about being on her knees looking up at a powerful man who was barely keeping it together. She’d done a few stories on BDSM and what women who are curious about it should know, but she’d never experienced anything close to it first-hand.
She instantly understood the appeal.
“What do you want me to do? Show me.”
She watched the emotions flash across his face—surprise, understanding, lust. He slid one hand down and cupped the back of her head, while bracing his body against the wall with the other. Petra waited until he tugged her forward before she tore open his belt and opened up his pants.
The head of his cock was already peeking out from the top of his briefs. A wet patch now coated the top part of the cotton, showing how close he already was. As much as Petra wanted to feel him come in her mouth, there was no way she’d let him leave this office without fucking her. Still, when he tugged on her head again, she went forward with all the enthusiasm she had and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth.
“Fuck.” He pressed his forehead to the wall. “Just like that.”
He didn’t let go of her, continuing to encourage her sucking on his shaft. Petra gave up trying to do anything crazy with her tongue, and instead opened her mouth as wide as she was able. Darcy groaned and began to buck his hips, fucking her mouth a little deeper with each thrust.
She could taste a burst of his pre-come on her tongue as he increased in speed. As much as she wanted to say something, it was as if her mind had shut off and her body had taken over. Darcy controlled her and she loved it. Over and over he drove into her, and for a moment she thought that might be it, and her dreams of feeling him inside her would have to wait until later.
Darcy pulled back, holding her head in place when she tried to chase his cock. “Get up.”
Her legs had gone a bit numb from kneeling on the cold tiled floor. Not that she had anything to worry about. Darcy practically lifted her up and pinned her to the wall. He made short work of her pants and pushed them to the floor.
“Condom.”
She pressed the small square into his waiting hand. “Quickly.”
Making short work of the wrapper, the latex slid into place easily. Darcy took Petra by the thigh and lifted her leg. “Wrap around me.”
The position opened her up to him, and with a steady press he filled her in a matter of moments.
“Other leg.”
Sure, she knew he was strong, but this? Petra didn’t have time to question it as he reached down and pulled her leg up. Wrapping them around him, she moaned when he held her in place and began to fuck her.
“Oh God.” She bit down on his neck, licked up to his ear and nipped at the lobe. “Fuck me hard.”
The angle had him rubbing against her clit. Her orgasm approached far faster than she would have thought possible, inching closer with each thrust. Her cunt was hungry for him, clenching around his shaft whenever he filled her. She’d never wanted a man the way she needed Darcy. It was scary and sexy, confusing as hell.
He found her mouth again, kissing her hard as he increased their rhythm. Her breasts, still trapped in her bra and shirt, rubbed against him. The friction made her nipples ache and she wanted nothing more than to push it away so she could feel Darcy’s chest against her skin. It wasn’t enough, this primal coupling. She wanted more, now.
“Darcy...”
“Mmm?”
“Desk.”
His hips stuttered on the next thrust. “What?”
“Take me on the desk.”
“Too far away.”
“Floor, then.”
Cupping her ass with his hands, Darcy stepped away from the wall and got to his knees. “Why?”
“Suck my nipples.”
His grin was feral. “Yes, ma’am.”
The tile was a stark contrast
to the wall, especially when Darcy yanked her shirt off and tossed it aside. He didn’t bother removing her bra, pushing it up instead. It was Petra’s turn to dig her fingers into his hair, directing his mouth where she wanted it to go. His nips brought a rush of discomfort for a moment before he soothed it away, licking and teasing with his tongue. Coupled with his steady thrusting into her, she knew there was nothing that could stop her orgasm.
Yes, this was what she needed, what was missing to bring her to that precipice. The feel of his skin against hers, the smell of his sweat and desire, the press of his body on her, claiming her as his. Darcy sucked her nipple hard as he reached between them and thumbed her clit. He increased the pace once more and that was all it took.
“Fuck!” Darcy covered her mouth with his hand and she bit down to keep from making too much noise.
The rush of pleasure was too much for her to withstand. Petra’s body seized, her back bowed off the floor as her orgasm possessed her body. Nothing else in the world existed, only him, her and this strange, beautiful connection between them.
“Shit, baby. You’re beautiful.” He kept his hand over her mouth as his thrusts grew erratic. “You’re mine.”
Hell yes! Petra licked the palm covering her mouth, making sure to dip her tongue between his fingers, matching the beat he set for them. Darcy growled against her cheek, his chin rubbing hard against her.
“Gonna come.”
Petra bit down on his palm once more, this time in encouragement. His other hand had moved to her hip and now squeezed hard as his final pumps into her body grew firmer. Finally, he threw his head back, his eyes squeezed tight and both hands flexed hard against her. Small tremors ran through his taut body until he collapsed on top of her, panting.
She reached up and removed his hand from her mouth, placing it on her cheek instead. “Wow.”
“You okay?” He didn’t move, not to give her room to breathe or to withdraw from her. “Hurt you?”
“I’m good.” Good? God, she was only a few steps away from fucking awesome. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“Shit.” He shuffled to his feet, grabbing the base of his cock so the condom wouldn’t fall off. “Sorry.”
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