Strictly Confidential

by Lynda Aicher

  His breath stalled, pulse thundering a possessive beat when she turned her head. The telltale line of freckles over her nose gave way to the lush swell of her lips painted a deep red. The smoky seductress played her role with perfection. Her eyelids lowered, her tongue snaking out to wet her lips as she eye-fucked the man standing in her line of sight.

  She was stunning. Even here, in this sterile environment with six guys watching her get off, every societal norm stating this was wrong was lost in that moment. Power and seduction bled from every action. She was the show, and she knew it. Owned it.

  Fuck, did that turn him on.

  Especially when he knew exactly how giving she could be.

  Kennedy. His Kennedy.

  Heat flooded his nape before it raced down his back. How was this possible? His gaze snapped to Trevor, who stood by the only door, his arms crossed over his chest. Appreciation shone in his eyes, but his expression gave away nothing. Did he know about them? How? Was this a joke? A setup?

  He took in the rest of the men, all of them focused on her. Various forms of open lust, want and desire painted their faces in honest displays that showed nothing devious. Was this truly a coincidence?

  The erection in his pants said it didn’t matter. She was hotter than he remembered, and he still ached to sink into her one more time. To see those lips part on a silent gasp, feel her arch beneath him before she clenched him tight.

  His throat ached for liquid, his dick suddenly so hard it was impossible to ignore. Yet he remained stuck in his spot, out of her view. Did she know he was here? Had she secretly arranged it?

  He ripped his focus from her stunning display to assess Trevor once again. Either he had the best poker face in the world, or he was truly unaware of Matt’s connection to Kennedy. Trevor turned his head, gaze holding on him. Inquiry reached across the distance, his eyes narrowing the longer Matt stared back.

  He was acting like a suspicious fuck when there was no proof of a conspiracy.

  Kennedy’s throaty purr filled the room with its lust-filled yearning that so perfectly mirrored his own. He closed his eyes, inhaled. The heated scent of her arousal seemed to fill him when logic said she was too far away. Yet he knew it. The musky edge that declared her excitement.

  There was no one but her when he reopened his eyes. She rocked her hips, the motion snaking up his spine in a sensuous undulation that left her head tilted back, passion owning her expression. She used both hands to slide her fingers beneath her panties, easing them down. His mouth watered at the first sight of the dark triangle of hair on her mound.

  A sultry smile curled over her lips when she looked to that guy again. The one she’d eye-fucked earlier. “A little help?”

  Her request drove a spike through Matt’s calm. Jealousy raged unjustified as the man stepped between her legs and slowly eased the lacy panties down her legs. She hummed her appreciation, trapping her lip between her teeth as she lifted each leg so he could remove the material completely.

  Matt clenched his fist tighter, desire battling his control. He swallowed his growl, yet he couldn’t shake the urgency pressing on his chest. He should just walk out. At the very least, stay put.

  The other guy placed the scrap of white lace on the table beside the dick vibrator and returned to his spot after one last lingering gaze at her pussy. That sweet pussy he knew to be clean shaven, her lips plump and red with her arousal.

  Matt edged down the table without conscious thought. The only signal he responded to was the one to get closer. To see every gorgeous curve and have that tempting strength aimed at him again.

  He just wanted to see. That was it.

  His dominant bastard laughed at the false tale he was trying to perpetuate. The hands-off approach had never been his strength, but he was also a rule follower.

  Her fingers dipped between her legs, a full swipe drawing a low gasp from her lips. He caught her scent now, clear and distinct, that spicy heat mixed with her sultry musk a combination he could never define yet instantly knew.

  But stronger than his desire to have her was the one to help her. He’d never disrespect her or override her control, especially here. This was her scene, and he was just a spectator, like every other man in that room.

  His breaths pumped from his lungs, his control snapping back in to stop his blind trek. He wouldn’t harm her—ever. And anything he did here could do exactly that.

  Which meant he’d do nothing.

  Chapter Ten

  A long, sensual moan floated from Kennedy on the same languid flow that filled her. She stroked a finger over her clit, her pussy clenching with the hit of pleasure. Desire built in a slow crawl that she drew out for her own enjoyment and that of the men watching her.

  A smile teased her lips, her eyes fluttering open to catch a glimpse of the lust she knew would be there. The first heady hit nailed her with the shot of power she relished. The heavy-lidded eyes watched her with open want, every wish inscribed on his pinched brow and parted lips.

  The table bit into her shoulder blades when she arched her back, rocking her hips in a suggestive motion. She rode the slow grind with a wicked smile and dirty intent. He wet his lips, a hushed “yes” escaping when she pinched her nipple. She rolled the tip between her fingers, drawing out the spread of tingles that glided over her breast before sinking deeper.

  She played them all, seeking her desire while driving their own. She imagined the hunger on the faces she couldn’t see as she closed her eyes, another moan floating free. Her fingers slid through the slickness created by her own arousal. Heat had chased away any thought of being cold. It burned from the inside out on an enticing simmer of her own doing.

  She rotated her hips, slowly rubbing her clit. Her orgasm collected in tiny spasms beneath the sensitive bud. A hard, persistent stroke would yank her release out in under a minute, but she wasn’t here for fast and dirty.

  Although that did have its own appeal.

  Like when Matt had powered into her, lost in his own need to come. His hands digging into her hips, his order for her to touch herself hitting her need to own her destiny even as she gave away her control.

  Matt. Would his eyes darken as he watched her, like they had before? Would he wet his lips, hunger marking the slight frown that would form?

  She lifted her hips and made a show of easing two fingers deep within herself. Silky wetness entrapped the digits in its distinctive hold. Her hum rumbled her appreciation even though she longed for more. Something bigger, harder. The fake dick would be used tonight. Maybe it’d wipe out the ache that none of her other toys had been able to appease.

  Like this scene was designed to achieve.

  A rustle at her side had her turning her head in a slow roll that matched the dreamy flow of sensuality that’d overtaken her. She let her eyelids drift open, her gaze catching on the two men staring back at her. One was new, the other the man she’d seen a moment ago.

  Her mind hitched, thoughts shuffling before recognition clicked with reality. No! Her pulse jumped, breath holding for one long moment of indecision. React or not? Show her cards or pretend they don’t exist?

  She closed her eyes and withdrew her fingers to rub her juices over her clit. The slick movements battered the rush of nerves that threatened to ruin the scene.

  Matt was here. Now.

  How? Why? The Boardroom was private, which meant he belonged or was a guest—and Trevor trusted him or he wouldn’t be here. But…it still didn’t compute. Was this a setup? Had he known who she was at the hotel? Had he planned all of this? But she’d approached him in the bar. She’d hit on him.

  She pinched her nipple until the sharp bite cleared her jumbled thoughts. It dug into her reserves to pull up the fierceness that’d driven her to claim her spot next to her father when everyone had tried to box her into the mold of her mother.

  She wouldn’t let Matt derail her.

  Determination rushed in on a wave of savage conviction. She cupped her breast, drawing it
up in a firm squeeze before she let her fingers drift down over her abdomen. Her naughty streak burst to life, a cunning smile forming.

  Her walls hugged her fingers when she pumped them into her vagina. She savored the build, rolling her clit with her other hand. Her breaths were short, her seductress in full form when she lifted her slick-covered fingers.

  Her pulse echoed in her ears, the beats increasing when she locked her eyes on Matt. Lust and want pierced her. His hunger blazed back filled with everything he knew, yet he remained silent. Still. His chest lifted with each quick breath, heat searing her from his intensity.

  She was his sole focus, and she reveled in that. This was her, and she wasn’t shying away from it when she never had before. If he expected differently, he’d be severely disappointed.

  She held her fingers over her nipple but didn’t touch it. Her breast tingled with the anticipation she’d created even as she drew her fingers up, her gaze never leaving his. His lips parted. A growl rumbled from his chest when her fingers reached her lips.

  Another groan hit the air from the other side of the room, but her focus was trapped on Matt. She inhaled long and slow, her eyelids falling a notch as the musky scent of her sex teased its way through her. It bumped up the eroticism and pushed her more.

  How dirty could she go? Would he break?

  Her juices hit her tongue in a burst of exotic flavors. She sucked her fingers into her mouth on a low hum, her hips rocking as she absorbed the sensual hit.

  “Christ.”

  The mumbled curse from Matt fueled her even more. She was playing with fire and couldn’t get herself to stop—or care.

  She drew her fingers from her mouth, flicking her tongue over them to get every last drop. A spark of deviousness had her dipping her fingers back into herself to cover them once again. Heat lit her pussy and curled its way through her as the full extent of her wickedness took hold. It triggered her smirk and egged her on when she knew she should stop.

  She slicked her tongue over her lips, heart pounding as she extended her fingers to Matt. She raised a brow, the dare leveled. His sharp intake of breath cut through the tension before ratcheting it right back up. It prickled down her arm and tightened around her chest the longer he made her wait.

  Another rumbled curse blew through the room with an envious edge. Want flared in Matt’s eyes, stirring the brown depths into pools of lust. His nostrils flared, his chest expanding in a display of power that fed her kink and teased the desires she wanted so desperately to deny.

  His suit fit him perfectly. Authority dripped from his bearing, the scruff on his cheeks adding to the dark element that’d intrigued her from the beginning.

  He stepped forward. Her heart raced. He dipped, pausing with his lips a hair away from her fingers, his own dare extended in his gaze. Her breath stuck, want hammering her as she traced her fingers over his parted lips.

  His eyes closed. His hands fisted where he braced them on the table. Her arm started to shake before she dipped her fingers into his mouth. The rush of wet heat tore a moan from her before she could contain it.

  He flicked his tongue, sucking hungrily. Each draw seemed to pull her wants from beneath the pile of rejection she’d shoved them under. Longing trembled in her chest to fortify the need coiling in her groin.

  Power laced with open lust blazed when he opened his eyes. The firm drag of his teeth over her fingers as he eased back sent a shiver straight to her unchecked fantasies.

  “Yes,” she mouthed, desire overtaking logic. She wanted him. Still. Here. Now. But…

  Her heart pinched when he stepped back, hunger still rampant on his features. He held his hands behind his back as he lifted his chin, his feet shoulder-width apart. So formal and commanding. Holy…

  She ripped her gaze away, reaching for the vibrator as her pussy clamped down on the rush of need he’d ignited. Her hips rocked, muscles clenching, a moan tearing free before she even touched it. Images of Matt taking her, filling her, driving her wild on this table took hold until all rational thought disappeared.

  She could have that. It was hers to define. She could have any of the men here, if they agreed. She only had to ask.

  She drew her gaze over the men she could see, the vibrator poised between her legs. One guy already had his dick in his fist. Another rubbed his erection through his slacks. A third eyed her boldly, a trace of envy lining his scowl.

  And then there was Matt.

  He watched her with open passion, his control locking him down. His lips twitched when she ran the head of the fake cock through her folds. Her stomach clenched, her eyelids dropping. She rubbed it over her clit, mouth parting on a gasp. His chest expanded, his swallow forcing his Adam’s apple into a hard bob.

  She flicked her eye from him to the space between her legs. Her pussy contracted around the empty ache pulsing within it. Her breath caught, legs trembling when she braced the tip at her entrance, yet she didn’t press it deeper.

  Matt moved then, stepping around to stand at the end of the table. Kennedy tracked him, her pulse going wild. Blood roared in her head, want and fear chasing each other in a vicious loop of indecision.

  He loomed between her legs, wielding his power on a silent note of command. Defiance had her thrusting the vibrator deep. She hunched forward as the pleasure burst through her. The fullness stretched her walls and rubbed against nerve endings begging for friction.

  She lay back, breaths short as she eased the toy out only to shove it back in. It slid in smoothly, sparking a wave of carnal lust. And Matt watched it all, each withdrawal and plunge, every quick pump that teased her opening before she thrust it deep.

  She had him. He wanted her. He didn’t try to hide the truth of that. His hard frown burned with desire, his eyes heavy with the need he kept locked down. And she wanted it. Him. All of it.

  To be ravished. To be controlled and cherished at once. To be his—again.

  The vibrator slid from her on a distinctive squelch before she set it aside. Her pussy pulsed with the emptiness, her lust racing in to fill the hunger.

  Trevor moved into her peripheral vision as Matt lifted his hand. He held it over her knee, restraint rolling from him. His eyes narrowed, head tilting ever so slightly as he stared down at her. But he didn’t touch her, didn’t so much as graze his fingers over her skin as he waited.

  A wave of tenderness did its best to smother her. She choked on the emotion, so unaccustomed to feeling it she barely recognized it for what it was. He wasn’t taking, even now. In truth, he’d never taken from her.

  No, he’d given her exactly what she’d wanted. And he was waiting for her to tell him what she wanted now.

  She caught Trevor’s frown and ignored it. This was her scene, damn it. And she wanted Matt. God help her, but she did. She could have him and maintain her control if she balanced it right. She wasn’t giving anything up.

  Not if she owned it.

  She tossed her restrictions to the wind, setting her need and desire free on three little words. “Touch me, Matt.”

  Chapter Eleven

  “Touch me, Matt.”

  Kennedy’s words shot through the room to nail Matt with the hunger encased within them. He bit back his groan, his control strapped tightly around the lust scrambling to break free. The rest of the room didn’t exist, not anymore.

  He lowered his hand to her knee in a deliberate move, his eyes never leaving hers. Her flinch was small, more of a twitch that pulsed in a single beat before she relaxed. Her eyelids drooped in that way that smoldered with sex.

  She was driving him crazy, and she knew it. Even here, now, she didn’t shy away from what she wanted or the knowledge of what she was doing to him. Who was this woman? Where had she come from?

  He skimmed both hands down her inner thighs, stopping when he reached the V of her pussy. She sucked in her abdomen, hands fisting at her sides as she bit her lip.

  Want surged with the high of the power she’d given him. Not any of the other m
en. Him. Trevor hovered at his back, but Matt dismissed him. He’d take care with her—take care of her.

  She was his now. All his.

  He watched, intent, as he swiped a thumb over her clit. Another flinch, a held breath. He rubbed it slowly, her sigh tumbling out on a muffled moan. Her hands uncurled, hips undulating. He held her there, on the impasse of good but not great until she squirmed, her whimper begging for more.

  He understood that, understood her.

  Heat surrounded his other thumb when he slid it into her. Her wetness eased his entry as she clamped down, holding it tight. His dick ached to take the place of his thumb. To fill her so completely she couldn’t think of anything but him.

  She had him so entrapped in her spell he didn’t care about the promises he’d made to himself. His primal instincts spilled forth without an ounce of hesitation.

  He dragged his other hand up her stomach. The softness of her skin was exactly as he remembered. His calluses scrapped over each dip and rise as he skirted between her breasts to reach her neck. Her chest rose and fell in a rapid pace that fueled his own. Her freckles spread in an inviting sea beneath his palm, and he still longed to count each one with his tongue.

  Fire blazed in those dazzling eyes of hers, the blue sparking with desire. She lifted her chin, challenge issued before he eased his palm around her throat. Fuck.

  Her sigh breathed into him, her acceptance shimmered, setting his dreams free. Could she really be this perfect? This stunning? A resounding yes clamored in his head and pounded in his chest beside the more pressing question: Could he really let her go again?

  Her hand shot up, wrapping around his tie in two quick twists before she hauled him to her. He fell forward, catching himself before he crushed her. His pulse raced with his confusion as he stared down, fascinated by the raw emotions shining so clearly in her eyes. Hunger, want, lust and right there, on the edge but just as clear—fear.

  He froze, overwhelmed by the onslaught of anger at himself for putting it there and a crazed need to make it go away. She pulled him closer, eyelids lowering as her lips grazed his. He hunted for air, sweet joy dancing over his heart at her gentle hit. Her breath sensitized his jaw with each little ghost of a touch until she reached his ear.