I chewed my bottom lip, watching his thumb. That small touch sending an electric shiver down my spine. The need to touch him grew as each second passed. “Who the hell was that guy?”
“Don’t you watch the news?”
I scoffed. “I live with a guy remember? All I watch is sports.”
Brett frowned. “Who’s the guy?”
“My roommate. Why do you care, Brett?” I moved to get out of the booth when he grabbed my arm, pulling me against him.
My breath caught as he held me tight, running his thumbs up and down my soft skin. The spicy scent of cologne mixed with the fresh smell of soap, filled my nostrils making my body stir. God, he smelled good. “Brett, people can see us.”
Brett smiled. He reached up and pressed a button on the wall, the red satin curtains closing half way.
My eyes widened as the small area darkened. “Brett, what do you think you’re doing?”
He ran a finger down my arm and brushed his nose along my nape, inhaling deep.
My eyes fluttered closed. “I need to get back to work.”
“You will, Evvie.”
“Why are you doing this?” I arched against him as he kissed my neck.
“I told you.”
I huffed. “I’m not having sex with you here.”
Brett looked around the small booth and cleared his throat.
I looked up at him and frowned. “You were thinking about it, weren’t you?”
He cupped the back of my neck and brushed his lips along mine.
My lips parted, spreading for him.
His body tensed, holding back as he brushed a thumb over my bottom lip. He smiled and leaned down to my ear. “When I fuck you, Evvie, it will be in private.” He nipped my ear lobe. “The first time at least.”
My breath hitched. The thought of having sex with Brett in a bed, let alone in public, made my inhibitions fly out the window. Almost. “As much as I would love to take you up on that offer,” I patted his arm. “I’m not interested.”
His eyes flashed with hunger. “You know, Mathis was right about two things.”
I raised an eyebrow. This should be good. “Oh?”
He grabbed my wrist and in a quick move, pulled me onto his lap. “You are beautiful.”
I gasped as the heavy bulge in his pants pressed against my core sending a thrill down my back. “Brett.”
He ran a finger down my neck to the vee in my shirt. “But you fucking suck at lying.”
I glared at him and tried pushing out of his grasp. “I have to get back to work.”
His hold tightened, restraining me. My core clenched at not being able to move. Oh dear God. “You won’t get in trouble. I’m the boss, remember?”
I grabbed his hand from between my breasts. “People might get suspicious.”
“So?” Brett placed his hands on my legs and ran them up under my skirt.
I huffed and stopped his hands from going any higher, my skin tingling from his rough caress. “Stop. I’m not having sex—”
Brett reached around me and gripped my pony tail, pulling my head back. I gasped at the sharp tug, my sex pulsing.
“We are not having sex here,” he growled in my ear.
“Brett,” I placed my hands on his shoulders, gripping them tight as he brushed his mouth along my jawline. My self-control was slowly dwindling as the seconds ticked by. Every time he touched me, I became more and more attracted to him.
“As much as I want to rip off those sexy as hell panties and dive into that hot cunt of yours,” he bit my chin making me yelp. “you will beg first.”
My core throbbed at words no man had ever said to me. My ex-lovers, if you even wanted to call them that, were selfish but the dirty talk they used were not as erotic as Brett’s.
I swallowed, licking my dry lips. “I’m not begging.”
“Maybe not now.”
I jumped as his hand moved to my center, cupping my mound. “I can feel the heat coming off of you, Evvie.”
I panted, curling my fingers at his nape. “I…”
He smirked, smoothing small circles over my clit. “What?”
The words were on my lips but I couldn’t say them. I didn’t want to admit defeat but my body ached in a way I never experienced before. I needed him on a level I never thought was possible. A dark part of me wanted everything I could get from him. “Brett, I want—”
Brett covered my mouth, diving his tongue between my lips.
My stomach fluttered, my lips tingling at the rough impact. I tugged his head back, deepening the kiss.
Brett growled and cupped my ass, lifting me to my knees. He massaged and kneaded my flesh, running his hands under my panties.
I moaned, pushing against his lips. I felt the sense of control being pulled from me as his tongue penetrated my mouth and his hands caressed my lower body.
His fingers moved to my hips and I felt a tug as the laced fabric was ripped off of me.
I released his mouth, my chest rising and falling. I looked down at the fabric in his hand and watched as he lifted the red lace to his nose. He inhaled, his eyes darkening.
My pussy pulsed at the sight.
Brett placed the panties in his pocket and smirked. “I can smell how much your body wants me.”
Oh God. “My body doesn’t know what it’s thinking.”
He chuckled and hooked a hand in the vee of my shirt, pulling me against him. He ran a hand up my inner thigh.
I closed my eyes, biting my bottom lip, as I waited.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
My gaze met his. A shiver ran down my spine as he caressed the soft skin between my thigh and center.
“One night.”
“I really don’t think…”
His finger grazed over my opening, making me whimper.
“Stop thinking. Just feel. I know you’re curious.”
I shook my head. “I’ve had sex before. I have no reason to be curious.” I gasped when he thrust a finger into me and stopped. My body quaked around him, begging him to move.
“You haven’t had sex with me, Evvie,” his voice lowered on a growl.
No, I haven’t. “Brett, I don’t think…” I moaned as he started pumping his finger in me.
“You think too much, Evvie. I just want one night. That’s it. No rules. No commitments.”
I panted. My skin humming as he continued thrusting his finger into me at a painfully slow rate.
“One night of pure, raw, hot, messy…” he purred each word, making my body heat like the words were caressing my skin themselves.
“…sex,” he breathed in my ear.
“If…if I say no?”
“Evvie,” he pulled my head back and thrust two fingers into me at a quick rough pace.
I cried out as a tingle spread through my center.
“You won’t say no.”
I licked my lips and moved my hips in time with his fingers. “How…how can you be so sure?”
A smug grin spread on his gorgeous face as he pushed his fingers into me as deep as they would go.
A breathless gasp escaped my lips. Oh…wow. My body burned, throbbing as he continued to finger me in the booth. No man had ever made me feel so good from just his fingers.
Brett lowered me to the bench and covered my mouth with his as he slowly pumped his fingers into me.
I moved my hips in tune with his hand as it sped up at a frantic rate. The beat of the music flew around us, making my heart jump. We were in public. One swipe of the curtain and people would see us making out in the booth.
The thought of getting caught sent a thrill down my spine as he continued pleasing my lower body.
The deep thrusts of his fingers drove into me with a fervor I never felt before. This man was losing control. He acted all cool. Calm. Collected. But he was as desperate for me as I was for him.
Brett released my mouth and trailed kissed down to my ear. “Your pussy is nice and slick, Evvie.”
I pant
ed, rocking my hips back and forth.
“You wanna come?”
My stomach flipped. “Oh God, yes. Please.”
Brett growled and ran his thumb over my clit, pressing the hardened nub.
I whimpered as electricity shot through my body at the soft contact.
“You like that?” he purred, flicking the erect peak.
I panted and nodded. “Brett.”
“Feel my fingers fuck you, Evvie,” he breathed against my neck.
My core clenched, needing more than his fingers. I bit my bottom lip as the pad of his thumb pushed against my clit, sending a tremor of ecstasy exploding through me. I cried out, my body shaking through the release.
His fingers slowed before removing from me completely, my body whimpering at the loss. More.
The tingle that was spreading through me, simmered to a dull roar as I panted at the unexpected emptiness.
A smug smile formed on Brett’s face as he licked his fingers free of my juices. He looked down at my lap. “I cannot wait to smother my face between those milky white thighs of yours.”
My stomach flipped. The way he talked about sex so casually left me breathless. Maybe I was in over my head but God did I ever want him. I wanted him to teach me. Show me what he liked. I wanted…sex. “Brett?”
He smirked. “What’s wrong, Evvie?”
My body buzzed as blood rang in my ears. “I…you…”
His eyes twinkled with mischief. “What?”
He was going to make me beg. The realization hit me, my jaw clenching. I sat up and crossed my arms under my chest. “You’re an asshole.”
A deep booming laugh erupted from him as he brushed the hair off my nape and ran a hand up my inner thigh. “I told you. By the end of the week, you will beg me.”
I smiled and took a breath, reaching into his lap. My gaze locked with his as I cupped the bulge in his pants, squeezing the thick length. My mouth watered at the feel of him through the fabric. I bit back the feeling of losing control. He wanted to play, I was game.
His eyes darkened as I rose to my knees, rubbing the heavy bulge in his black dress pants. “Do you like the feel of my cock beneath your hand, Evvie?”
I licked his bottom lip. “By the end of the week, you will be begging me, Brett.”
He cupped my ass, pulling me against him. “I enjoy the confidence you have, Evvie, but I don’t beg. For anything. Especially not sex.”
I ran my thumb over the tip of his rigid penis, smirking when he bucked under me. “No?”
Brett’s features hardened, a malicious smile forming on his face. “Oh Evvie, I am so going to enjoy making you beg to be fucked.”
My breath hitched at the rough edge of his voice. “How do you know I’ll beg?”
He winked. “You just begged me to let you come.”
My heart fluttered. He was right. Shit.
He grabbed the vee of my shirt, making my stomach jump as he tugged me against him. He licked up my ear lobe, sending tingles racing down my back at the soft contact. “You will beg.”
“I don’t beg for anything. Especially not sex,” I smirked.
Brett chuckled, his hot breath scorching my skin.
“Boss?”
I jumped at the unexpected deep voice and pulled out of Brett’s embrace when the curtain opened, revealing Kane.
Kane’s pale blue eyes widened. “Sorry. I didn’t realize you weren’t alone.”
Brett grabbed my hand. “No worries, my man.”
Kane looked between the both of us, his gaze landing on mine. “You all right, Ev?”
I smiled. I just had the best orgasm of my life. “Yes.”
The hard lines in his face relaxed at my admission and he nodded once, before closing the curtain.
I breathed a sigh of relief and pulled my hand out of Brett’s hold.
“He cares for you.”
“He’s my best friend.”
“He wants more.”
I rolled my eyes and turned to him. “He’s like one of my brothers. And just as overprotective.”
Brett cupped the back of my neck, running his thumb up and down the side, sending shivers over my skin. “Oh, I know.”
I huffed. “Did he threaten you?”
Brett smiled. “He tried to.”
My belly churned. What was it with the men in my life trying to control my every move? “I swear…wait. Does he know about…” I motioned between us.
Brett’s eyes twinkled. “Does he know about what, Evvie?”
I swallowed as his voice lowered. “Us?”
His blue gaze bored into mine as he ran a thumb over my bottom lip. “Is there an us?”
“Well I didn’t think so, but…”
Brett trailed a finger down my arm. “But what?”
Goose bumps spread on my skin as he reached for my hand. “I refuse to be one of your whores, Brett.”
“You won’t be, but I want you for one night. No commitments, Evvie.”
I bit my bottom lip. “Just one night?”
He winked. “For now.”
I watched as he curled his hand in mine, linking our fingers together. “Take me on a date first.” I regretted the words as soon as they left my lips when Brett stiffened beside me. I pulled out of his grasp and moved to leave the booth when a heavy arm wrapped around my middle.
“You want to go on a date with me, Evvie?”
My eyes fluttered closed as his hot breath warmed my neck. “Do you want to sleep with me, Brett?”
“No.”
My eyes shot open. “You said—”
His grip on my arm tightened. “I want to fuck you, Evvie. All night. There will be no sleep.”
I looked up at him. “Then go on a date with me.”
“People will see us,” he said, a teasing lilt to his voice.
I licked my lips. “Does that bother you?”
Brett ran his thumb over my mouth. “Does it bother you?”
I grabbed his hand and nibbled his thumb as it passed over my lips. I smirked as his nostrils flared. “Friday night. Pick me up at eight.”
Brett MacLean didn’t do dates. I didn’t know what had happened but rumors were that he got hurt and sworn off relationships altogether.
He curled his hand around the back of my neck. “Evvie,” he purred.
My lips parted, my pink tongue peeking out. I licked my bottom lip as I let out a breath. With a shaky hand, I cupped his cheek, running my thumb over his bottom lip. Just that soft caress made my blood hum.
His dark eyes bored into mine, watching me. In a quick move, he covered my mouth in a bruising kiss, diving deep inside me. A growl erupted from the back of his throat as he devoured my mouth.
“Does it make you wet?” he asked, placing a hand on my knee. He inched it under my skirt, making my breath catch.
“Does what make me wet?” I breathed.
He bit my chin. “Does it make you wet knowing that soon I’ll be spending the night between your legs?”
My heart jumped and a moan escaped my lips as he licked his way back into my mouth. God, I couldn’t get enough of the sweet velvet of his tongue. I pushed against his, rubbing, devouring as I tried to take control. My stomach flipped. I would never been in control.
He squeezed my inner thigh and placed a soft kiss on my lips before releasing me.
I sighed. My eyes were heavy from unadulterated lust for the man sitting beside me.
“You’re so beautiful.”
My cheeks heated. “I should go.”
He nodded and brought my hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on my knuckles. “I’ll text you.”
I watched his mouth caress my skin. “You don’t have my number.”
“It’s in your work file,” he replied, brushing a thumb over the back of my hand.
I smiled. “Checking up on me?”
Brett smirked, wrapped a hand around my wrist, and leaned down to my ear. “I like knowing who calls me an asshole,” he breathed against my nec
k.
I laughed.
He lifted my hand to his lips. “Until Friday night, Evvie.”
My mouth parted as he placed another soft kiss on my knuckles, before releasing me once again. As soon as he let me go, my body hummed, needing to touch him again.
Brett frowned and cleared his throat.
“Bye Brett,” I husked and pulled the curtains open. My back stiffened when I saw my brother standing in front of me.
I stared up into big blue eyes that matched our father’s. Big, blue and surrounded by long blonde lashes.
Evan’s strong jaw twitched as he looked over my shoulder. “What the hell are you doing here, Evvie?”
I rose to my full height and looked up at my oldest brother’s cold stare. “I work here.”
His eyes snapped to mine. “Does Dad know?”
I scoffed. Our father wasn’t around. I loved him but he never made time for his kids anymore so he wouldn’t even notice if I joined a nunnery. “He won’t care.”
Evan raised a blonde eyebrow. “He’s been asking about you.”
I sighed and smoothed a hand over my skirt. “I’ll go see him soon.”
“Everything alright here?” Brett asked from behind me.
The back of my neck prickled as his smooth voice relaxed my tense shoulders.
“Who the hell are you?” Evan glared.
“He’s my boss. Be nice.” I said, smacking his arm.
My brother ignored me and took a step towards Brett. “Fraternizing with the staff, Brett MacLean?”
I gaped at him as Brett came up beside me. He placed a hand at the small of my back, the light touch sending shivers down my body. My stomach flipped. I didn’t know Brett that well but I knew that he wouldn’t want whatever the thing was between us to be public. Him touching me in front of people, seemed odd for him.
A smug smile formed on his handsome face. “You know who I am.”
Evan’s brows narrowed. “And I know your reputation.”
I frowned. “Evan, stop.”
Brett chuckled. “Enjoy yourself, Evan. Drinks are on me.”
Evan rolled his eyes. “What are you doing in one of your private booths with my sister?”
My cheeks heated and I took a step towards Evan, placing a hand on his arm. “Come to the bar. I’ll make you a drink.”
He shoved out of my grip. “Answer the question, Brett.”
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