by Nikki Sloane
Oh my God. My brain emptied of thought. “Wherever you want,” I blurted out.
His eyebrow yanked up, and his sexy mouth widened into a smile, like I’d just said the best thing he’d ever heard.
“Turn around. Put your hands on the steering wheel.”
Turn around? His car had less room than a gym locker. Yet, I tried without question or protest. It was awkward. I moved clumsily and he got an elbow to the face, but with his help, I turned to sit in his lap, my back against his chest.
“Well,” I said breathlessly, “that was sexy.”
He laughed lightly, and then pulled the sides of his coat around me, wrapping me in his arms. It was sweet and unexpected.
“I told you,” I whispered. “I’m not—”
He tugged the neck of my shirt to the side and set his mouth on the newly exposed skin. I shuddered as warm breath washed over me. My head lolled back, resting on his shoulder while he feasted on my flesh, moving along the sensitive skin toward my ear.
“And I told you, hands on the wheel.” His tone wasn’t playful. It was controlling and exciting. The smooth, leather-wrapped steering wheel was cold in my fingers.
I moaned when his hands closed tightly on my breasts. His touch was confident, and why wouldn’t it be? I’d given him permission. Beneath me, his hard-on dug into my ass.
“Is this where you wanted me to touch you? Your tits?”
My head spun at the unaccustomed word. I grew drunk off of the sensations as he pinched and massaged, the tip of his nose caressing the edge of my ear.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” I gasped. I shifted in his lap and he groaned. The growl from him was sexy, and a muscle low in my stomach clenched.
“Fuck,” he hissed when I did it again. The engine roared abruptly and a tight laugh rang out. “Whoops.”
Because his foot had accidentally hit the accelerator. My face warmed, enjoying that I’d caused that reaction from him. Then, one of his hands abandoned my breast and shot between my legs.
“Oh!”
He bit down on my neck the same moment he stroked me through my jeans. His hand moved up and down in slow strokes, increasing pressure with each pass. I tried to close my legs but he widened his, and since my legs were on top, his action kept mine open.
“Is this where you really wanted me to touch you?”
I didn’t want to admit it, but yes. His hand created a burning ache. A need clawed inside me, desperate to escape, and whispered this man was the key. I nodded quickly.
“Use words to tell me,” Joseph commanded.
It came out breathless. “Yes.”
“This was where I wanted to touch you.” His voice was quiet, but loud in my ear. “This is where I want my cock to be.”
I fractured as my brain disconnected from my body. I didn’t do anything when both of his hands worked the button of my jeans. I stopped breathing as he inched the zipper down.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered. “Watch what I’m going to do to you.”
The amber colored light from the dash was just bright enough to see his fingers ease under the parted denim, slipping over the satin of my panties. Lower. And lower.
My hands clenched the steering wheel, going white knuckled when his probing fingers caressed me through the thin fabric. Sharp electricity fired across my nerves, making me jolt. Responsible, conservative Noemi began to freak out, while the wild side of me fought to keep her quiet. I liked it too much for him to stop, but I was sitting in the lap of a stranger, who had his hand down my pants. Oh, God.
“Wait, wait . . .” I let go of the wheel and grabbed his wrist.
“What’s wrong?”
I could barely find the words. “I feel like this is getting out of control.”
Joseph stilled, and beneath me muscles hardened. “There’s plenty of control here. It just happens to all be mine.”
I gasped as his hand moved again, stirring where I was damp and achy. I bit my bottom lip to get it to stop trembling. The responsible voice in my head screamed this was dangerous and stupid.
What he was doing felt wrong. Bad. So very good.
“Tell me you like this.” He was the devil inside my head. “Tell me to pull your panties to the side and touch your wet, little cunt.”
I squirmed, shifting away. The vulgar word broke the leash on sensible Noemi, and it was as if I was emerging from a fog of lust. What the hell was I doing? Being wild didn’t mean I had to do something I might regret.
I grabbed the sides of my zipper and pulled it closed.
“Hey.” His hands rested gently on my waist. “What are you doing?” When I rose up to climb back into the passenger seat, his hold strengthened. “Answer me.”
“I don’t like that word.” There was a sharp edge to my voice. “Let me go.”
Tension fell away as he released me and I clamored over the console, scrambling into the passenger seat where the air was easier to breathe. I needed space from his dominating presence before I completely gave in to his filthy mouth. I’d never heard anyone talk like that, and never had someone look at me the way he did now.
Joseph wanted to devour me.
I could feel his desire thick in the air, choking. His head tilted just a degree. “I thought this shocked and innocent girl routine was cute at first.”
“It’s not an act.”
“I get it,” he said. “Put your coat and your seatbelt on.”
I pulled my coat out from underneath me and slipped an arm in the sleeve, hoping another layer would protect me against my attraction to him. I already had a tinge of regret about getting out of his lap.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I’m taking you home.”
Wait, no. What would happen if he saw my building? “No, we can’t go there.”
He triggered the windshield wipers which brushed the wet snow from the glass that had us secluded from view. He set his focused gaze on me, and I felt exactly like his annoying barb, like a little girl.
“We? I’m not interested,” he said, “in convincing you that you want to fuck me. I don’t do halfway. Either you do, or you don’t.” My mouth fell open, but coherent thought failed me. “Communicate. Tell me if you want to fuck.”
I cringed. “So romantic.”
“Romantic? I’m talking about screwing you in this cramped front seat, where the steering wheel’s going to be in the way, and it’ll probably be awkward as fuck. But I promise you, once we get started, neither one of us is going to mind.”
I was fairly certain he was right. Would he bark out commands the whole time, demanding I tell him every detail about how I liked it? Could he deliver on his promise when no other man had? I wanted to believe. A new wave of desire washed over me and left my mouth dry in its wake.
Joseph leaned toward me and softly curled his fingers under my chin, keeping my gaze tight on his. “I’m betting the good girl inside you is telling you to say no, but there’s a part of you that wants to say yes.”
My bottom lip twitched as he dragged his thumb lazily over it, then pushed it slowly into my mouth. Every inch of him was so sexual, even something as silly as slipping his thumb past my lips was erotic. He didn’t have to tell me what to do. I closed my lips and sucked gently, giving him the innuendo of what it would feel like if I went down on him.
His eyes flared with heat. “Who am I getting tonight, M? Do you want to be bad?”
I did, but twenty-three years of doing the right thing was hard to shrug off. My chest tightened painfully.
I couldn’t.
His thumb withdrew and he slid it down my neck slowly, leaving a damp trail in its path. Disappointment ringed his eyes, like he knew already. Joseph sighed and straightened, then put his seatbelt on. “Okay, good girl. Let’s get you back to that sheltered life.”
We barely spoke the rest of the drive, and the silence was so uncomfortable it was painful. Worse, the snow had grown heavier during the short time we were parked, and
we were both tense as the car slid through a stop sign.
As we neared my block, I lied. “This is my building, you can drop me at the front.”
“I can walk you.” His voice was tight, like he both did and didn’t want to say it.
“No, thank you, here is fine.”
On the steering wheel, his grip tightened as if irritated, but he pulled into the snowy loading zone and put the car in park. I had the seatbelt undone and a hand on the door when he touched my thigh.
“Your name.”
My breath caught in my throat. I felt like he deserved it. “Noemi.”
“No-em-ee,” he parroted back, no recognition of the name in his eyes. “Em.”
“Yes,” I uttered as he leaned over and took my lips with his.
This kiss was soft and restrained, as if he was kissing a girl goodbye after a date. My head spun. I’d made my choice, and while I didn’t like this kiss as much as his other one, I was grateful for this version. His hungry, demanding kiss from earlier would have been impossible to refuse.
I stood on the snowy curb and watched his black Porsche 911 pull off, taking the beautiful man away. I’d turned him down so I wouldn’t do something I’d regret, but a terrible thought flooded through me. You regret what you don’t do, more than what you’ve done.
For being wild tonight, I’d done a terrible job. The disappointment formed fast and snowballed.
Why the hell did I say no?
chapter
FOUR
JOSEPH
I could not stop thinking about the good girl I’d driven home last night and kissed goodbye like she was my fucking girlfriend. Who was she, and who did she turn me into? What would have happened if I’d gone slower to ease her in, or pushed harder? It fucked with my head.
I’d jerked off like a man on a mission when I got home, as if it could relieve the desire for her. Didn’t work both times, or this morning, either. I’d imagined her pink lips wrapped around my thumb just like she’d done in the car, only while she rode my cock into fucking oblivion. We’d have vanilla sex the first time, but then the sheltered girl wanted to try something new. Something dirty. I’d show her how good it felt.
Tonight Payton was managing the blindfold club. It gave me a second chance to go to Dune and talk to Alan about the fading covers, although it would be a challenge. Fridays were busier. I arrived early and appreciated the flustered look from the staff. I was hardly ever here, and two nights in a row? It’d start rumors that something was happening, and perhaps it should. I didn’t like any of my businesses struggling.
After the meeting was over, I closed myself in the office. Alan’s indifferent attitude had left me grinding my teeth. His answer was to hire a club promoter, but that wasn’t a realistic option. Throwing money at a problem typically only bought you time, not a solution. Plus, it was a risky investment. I’d used them in the past and had little results.
The cases of the imported beer were still here, stacked four high against a wall, irritating me. My skin was jumpy and itching for relief.
I knew the source of my frustration. Noemi. The total lack of control was ridiculous. How had ten minutes in my car reduced me to this? I poured myself into my chair, determined to get the numbers done for the month. I needed the distraction.
It was just past midnight when I pushed back from the desk, my work finished. I didn’t feel the satisfaction I normally did when assessing my tiny empire. Four businesses in Chicago was a lot to manage, but I was open to considering more if it was the right fit. Dune was my least profitable, but my “members only wine club,” my front for the blindfold brothel, more than made up for it.
I went out onto the office balcony, glancing at the VIP area where one of the tables had bottle service. A group of men in suits lounged on the red velvet couches, chatting with the women at the next section over. Every one of them was looking to get laid. You could taste it in the air, the sex and need. I could smell it on myself.
Shit. I should swing by and check on Payton after leaving here. She’d only been back from Japan for six weeks, and while I was checking on her, maybe I could scene with one of the sales assistants. Making the deal with the johns always put them in the money and got them hot. It was a great combination for power play.
My gaze scanned the crowd, looking for the good girl who’d rejected me last night. Some of me wanted to find her and make her pay for what she’d done. What she was still doing to me, haunting my thoughts.
The same sensation from the previous night needled up my spine. Was she really there, or was it a figment because I wanted her to be? Noemi sat at a side table, her stare fixed in my balcony’s direction. Two empty glasses rested on the tabletop—why hadn’t those been cleared? She’d been there a while. Waiting.
As soon as she saw me, her face filled with surprise and she stood eagerly. She pointed to herself, then up to me, asking if she could come up. I shook my head, gesturing I’d come down. Putting us in the confined space of my office would turn my balls an even darker shade of blue.
Music thumped unrelentingly from the speakers on the main floor. I threaded through the crowd until I reached her. The bruise had faded to almost nothing—wait, it was makeup. She’d done a helluva job covering it.
The ends of her blonde hair curled softly on her maroon colored top, and the deep V showed off plenty of cleavage. Black pants with sheen clung tightly to her curves, and ended in black heels. Sexy makeup, big earrings, and an outfit that looked painted on. She still looked young, but the effort wasn’t lost on me. Noemi wanted to look like she belonged here.
She looked fucking amazing. Thank God I hadn’t let her upstairs. I’d have my hands inside that shirt in two seconds flat.
I leaned in close and yelled over the music. “How’d you get in? I took your ID.”
Her expression fell. She’d expected a warmer greeting. “I used my real one.”
“Where are your friends? You’re here alone?”
She nodded, setting a hand on my shoulder. “I came to talk to you. I . . . changed my mind.”
My cock twitched, but the rest of me kept it together. “Oh, you want to be bad now, little girl?”
“Yes. Ask me when I changed my mind.”
I was willing to play along. “When?”
“About fifteen seconds after I got out of your car.” Her posture was confident, but her eyes were anxious.
I gave a hard look. “I don’t believe you.”
“Dance with me? I’ll show you.”
My curiosity spiked and overwhelmed my desire to stay off the dance floor. I motioned for her to lead the way.
The heavy bassline pumped onto the floor, flooding over the heaving bodies. Her arm hooked around my neck and she placed her other hand on my chest, over the buttons of my shirt. I trapped her hips. Fuck, I liked having her back in my hands. We fell into an easy rhythm, matching the pounding music.
Beneath the strobe lights, she came alive. Her chest rubbed against mine, teasing and making promises. Her hips swung side to side, brushing her lower body over my fly. I slid a hand lower, gripping her ass tightly, encouraging her. Her heated expression said she knew what she was doing.
My cheek tugged into a smirk. She thought she had the power in this situation. Not even close. I spun her around, yanking her back up against my chest. My hands settled low on her hips and I pressed against her ass. Feel that. Feel who’s in control.
Her response was to grind on me. As the beat dropped, her back arched and it pushed her breasts forward. The guy on our right grinned. He had to be receiving a great view of side boob. The crowd was undulating with the music in a hot, chaotic mess.
My hips matched the sway of hers as I began to test her desire to be bad. I inched my hand lower, closer to her center. I expected her to balk. Instead, fingers laced on top of mine, pushing our hands over her zipper. Her head swung my direction.
“This goes here,” she said.
It didn’t matter that she was nervous a
bout delivering the line. Her daring move and hearing her echo back my command from last night forced me to reevaluate whether or not I had absolute control.
“Bad girl,” I whisper-shouted to her.
I feathered a touch there and then slid my hands over her body, trying not to stay too long in the best places. There was a time and place for exhibition, and in front of my staff wasn’t one of them.
Noemi was such a tease, and I loved it. It built torturous anticipation, and I couldn’t wait to exact my revenge. I was going to make this girl wait all night. Excitement swept through me, leaving power behind. I’d never made a good girl beg and couldn’t imagine anything sweeter.
Our movements were fucking with clothes on and synchronized to the song that was so loud it was hard to focus on much else. Only her body and the pulsing beat. Blonde hair splashed in my face as she turned back to face me and crushed her lips against mine.
Her kiss last night had been shocking. This girl was like mainlining Viagra. I wasn’t a goddamn teenager anymore, but a taste of her lips was all it took and I was raging.
“I’m going to fuck you on my desk. Right now.”
Her movements slowed to a stop. Be patient, I reminded myself. I wasn’t going to blow it with her a second time. Not everyone is as fucked up as you, Joseph.
“You came here for that,” I reminded. “Waited for me. Let’s do what we both fucking want.”
She blinked and nodded. “Okay.”
I took her hand and led her upstairs.
My office door locked with a click. Noemi stood in the center of the room, her arms crossed over her chest, and she stared at the desktop like it was her doom. Wasn’t this what she wanted? Her breath picked up with every slow step I took toward her. I’d be lying if I said her trepidation didn’t turn me on, just a little. The rush of power made me strong.
“Put your hands on the desk.” My tone was authoritarian. An order.
“Are you going to tell me what to do the whole time?” It wasn’t snarky, it was a curious question.
“Yes.”
She hesitantly leaned over and set her hands on the desk. “Why?”
“Because that’s the way I like it.”
