I Brake For Bad Boys

by Foster, Lori

  Jill bit her bottom lip uncertainly. “It’s bad, isn’t it?” she asked, certain her friend was about to berate her for being such a fool.

  Renee’s expression turned thoughtful. “The relationship could end up really hurting you, if you let it. But I think you can still save yourself.”

  Undeniably curious, Jill asked, “How so?”

  Renee took a drink of her blended caramel latte. “How many more times do you anticipate being with Eric before the affair ends?”

  Jill considered her friend’s question, realizing with a start just how little time she had left with Eric. Her heart gave a painful twist in her chest she tried to dismiss, and failed. “Well, we won’t be seeing each other tonight, because he’s working late to wrap up the modifications to the marketing plan so accounting can get started on the contract procedures.” She swallowed the unexpected lump that rose in her throat. “Actually, now that the project is completed, I only need to go into the office tomorrow to wrap up any lingering presentation details, so tomorrow night, Thursday, will probably be our last night together.”

  Renee’s look turned pointed. “Judging by everything you’ve told me, it sounds as though he’s controlled most of the fantasies, yes?”

  Jill replayed those arousing memories in her mind, from her first encounter with Eric up until last night, when he’d instigated a hot, erotic game of hide-and-seek in the darkened shadows of her backyard. He’d stalked her, heightening her awareness and excitement of the forbidden until he’d finally caught her, ripped off her clothes, and had his wicked way with her.

  She was surprised to realize that Eric had initiated and dominated all their fantasies in one way or another—not that she’d ever complained about being the recipient of his fierce passion and carnal desires. But it was definitely an eye-opener to see just how much influence this man held over her.

  “Yes, I guess he has been the one in control,” she admitted reluctantly. He’d even been the one to instigate their after-sex conversations.

  A savvy grin lifted the corners of Renee’s lips. “Then it’s time to turn the tables on him this last time you’re together, and go out with you in control and on top, literally and figuratively.” She bobbed her eyebrows for emphasis.

  Jill laughed. Her friend’s idea certainly had merit. If her sole focus was on pleasure and Eric being her love slave, she’d be able to keep her emotions in check. This time, she’d be the seducer, the dominant, aggressive one, and there would be no small talk or shared intimacy after sex. She’d end the affair with dignity, and no regrets.

  For her heart’s sake, she prayed she could pull it off.

  Something was up with Jill. Throughout the day Eric was aware of the fact that she was deliberately avoiding him, and during the times when they had to discuss final business details on the Enchanted project, she kept her replies direct, curt, and to the point. He hated the fact that she was already withdrawing from him when it was the last thing he wanted from her.

  His stomach was in knots, and he felt anxious and edgy, knowing that his time with Jill was limited. Tomorrow, Friday, she was due to come in to collect her bonus check and clear out her office, which meant they only had tonight left together . . . one last fantasy for Eric to convince Jill that they ought to take a chance and go public with their relationship and see where their attraction and the emotional connection he’d established over the past few nights led them.

  Unfortunately, with her past and insecurities standing in their way, he was up against some huge odds. But he’d never been a quitter, and he loved a challenge, even if it meant putting his own feelings on the line.

  Snapping the locks shut on his briefcase, he left the office and rode the elevator down to the parking garage. Jill had snuck out an hour earlier without saying good-bye, but he wasn’t going to let her off so easy. And the last thing he wanted to hear from her lips was a farewell. No, if he had his way, she’d be begging him to stay.

  Oh, yeah, what a true fantasy that was, he thought, giving his head a rueful shake.

  As he approached his car, a piece of pink paper on his windshield caught his attention. He withdrew the scrap of stationery and read the note, written in Jill’s familiar feminine handwriting: You’re mine tonight. I’ll be at your place 8 P.M. sharp.

  A slow grin curved his lips, and his mood lightened considerably. This unique woman would never cease to amaze and surprise him, which was all part of her allure, he knew. She managed to keep him guessing and anticipating—something no other woman had managed to capture with him.

  Over the course of the past two weeks, he’d discovered that Jill was one of a kind, and he was more than willing to be hers tonight, and every night into the future if she’d let him.

  Jill approached the front door to Eric’s house and wiped her damp palms down the black cotton stretch pants encasing her thighs and legs. She was dressed all in black, from the long-sleeved turtleneck to her leggings and the enclosed sandals on her feet. Her stomach tumbled nervously, and she felt like a thief sneaking through the night, which added a certain excitement to her fantasy, she had to admit.

  Now she knew how Eric had felt moving stealthily through her backyard in the dark of night, but she wasn’t brave enough to scale his fence to find a way into his house. No, her approach tonight was going to be straightforward and fast, a whirlwind of pleasure that would leave her in control and Eric totally wasted and wondering what the hell had happened to him once she was gone. One final fantasy to recall and savor in those lonely nights ahead, when work wasn’t enough to satisfy the emptiness in her heart and soul.

  As for tonight, she didn’t want to think. She just wanted to feel, and Eric was certainly great at making her body come alive with just a look, a touch. She might be the one seducing him for this final fantasy, but she knew his excitement would only heighten her own. Already, she was damp and slick with arousal, and tingling with anticipation.

  Lifting her hand, she knocked on the front door, and seconds later it opened with Eric filling the threshold. His velvet blue eyes appraised her from head to toe, and a slow, lazy grin curved his lips.

  She didn’t wait for a greeting or an invitation. Talk was unnecessary for what she had in mind for tonight. Splaying a hand on his chest, she guided him back into the house, shut the door behind her, and pressed him up against the wall in the darkened entryway—a perfect place to begin her seduction.

  His eyes widened in surprise, and she leaned into him, aligning their bodies from her unbound breasts to their thighs. He was already hard, and she gyrated her hips against his erection, loving the way his body responded so eagerly to hers.

  He clamped his hands on the curve of her waist, holding her still. “Jill—”

  “Don’t say a word,” she breathed into his ear. “Like the note said, you’re mine tonight, and my fantasy is to have hot, mindless sex with you, a man I just met in a bar. I’m not looking for conversation, stranger, just a willing body. If you can’t give me what I need, I’ll leave.”

  Eric had no idea what to expect from Jill, but he couldn’t deny that he was curious to see how she played out her erotic fantasy. Yet he wasn’t used to relinquishing control to a woman, especially during sex. Ever. But for as much as his instincts rebelled against being the one to submit, he couldn’t bring himself to balk at her rules and risk her ending the fantasy before it even began.

  He loosened his hold on her waist, silently surrendering to her tempting proposition. With a triumphant smile, she skimmed her cool hands under his T-shirt, and he lifted his arms for her to pull it up and over his head. Wanting her just as bare, he reached for the hem of her turtleneck, but she pushed his hands aside, took a step back, and stripped it off herself.

  He caught only a quick glimpse of her gorgeous breasts, and then she was back, her fingers exploring the contours of his chest, and her soft, damp lips nuzzling the side of his neck. Her full, lush breasts branded his flesh as she leisurely licked and bit her way down his throat to
his nipples. He groaned when her teeth scraped across the erect disks, but her tongue was quick to soothe the sting. That talented mouth of hers traveled lower and she knelt in front of him, scattering moist, openmouthed kisses on his taut belly while her fingers eagerly ripped open the buttons on his fly. His erection sprang free, and hooking her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, she yanked the faded denim down his long legs and off, leaving him completely naked.

  She gazed at his jutting penis in rapt fascination, and licked her lips hungrily, causing his insides to coil tight. Dampening the tip of her finger with her tongue, she rubbed the slick wetness over the head of his shaft, then blew a gust of warm breath on the moist spot. Sensation shot through him like a streak of lightning. His stomach muscles bunched, and his cock twitched and thickened, eager for more of her brazen attention.

  She merely smiled, then flattened her hands on his hair-roughened thighs and slid her palms upward until her thumbs grazed the heavy sacs between his legs. Soft fingers explored and cupped his testicles, while her other hand wrapped snug around the base of his shaft. With long, wet strokes of her tongue she measured the length of him, and used her hand to pump his solid erection in a slow, squeezing caress that made his eyes roll back in his head and his breath hiss out between his clenched teeth. Leisurely, she licked the sensitive tip of his cock, lapping up the essence she’d drawn from his body, and swirled her tongue over the swollen head in an unbelievably erotic way. Unable to take much more of her sensual, teasing torment, he tangled his hands in her long, silky hair, and muttered a raw, earthly expletive of exactly what he wanted to do with that warm, wet mouth of hers.

  She looked up at him, and with her eyes gleaming with sinful intent, she parted her lips and obliged his request, taking him slow and deep, enveloping him in the exquisite sensation of liquid heat and velvet softness. Her moan of genuine pleasure vibrated along his aching shaft, and then she sucked, hard and strong, and he went wild. His fingers fisted tighter in her hair, his head rolled back against the wall, and his hips began to thrust, matching the rhythmic strokes of her mouth. She took him to the brink, and just as his climax beckoned she pulled back, releasing him, leaving him dazed and his body trembling with the need to relieve the pressure she’d so exquisitely built.

  She stood up, her breathing as labored as his own. “Take me to your bedroom,” she demanded huskily.

  Grabbing her hand, he led the way into his masculine domain, his desire for her so strong he could deny her nothing. She kicked off her shoes and removed a single condom from the waistband of her stretch pants, tossed it on the bed, and shimmied out of her leggings. He recognized the significance of that single foil packet— she only intended for them to have one encounter tonight, a final fantasy between them that she orchestrated from beginning to end.

  She stood before him, gloriously naked, and before he could truly appreciate, admire, or caress her sleek curves, she pushed him down onto the center of the mattress and climbed on top of him, the dominant position not escaping his notice. She sheathed his erection, and without further foreplay she straddled his hips and impaled herself to the hilt.

  They shuddered simultaneously, and their gazes met ever so briefly in the darkened room. He caught a glimpse of emotion glistening in the depth of her eyes before her lashes fluttered closed and she rocked her pelvis against him. Lifting her hands, she cupped and kneaded her breasts and rolled her tight nipples between her fingers. Her head fell back as she arched, and her fingers fluttered along her belly and dipped between her thighs, right where they were joined.

  While his mind screamed at him to thrust and follow her into the sweet oblivion her body promised, something within him rebelled. She was going too fast, her actions too detached, and as ridiculous as it seemed, he felt used, alone, and separate from this woman who was physically a part of him. She was intent on giving herself her own orgasm, the intimate connection he wanted and needed from her was nonexistent, and he knew it was all deliberate on her part.

  The fantasy she’d created, of picking up a stranger in a bar, allowed for no sentiments or anything remotely emotional. They hadn’t even kissed, which was one of the most intimate expressions of a physical joining. To her, this was all about sex. Or so she was trying to convince herself in her attempt to take charge of the fantasy, and her response to him.

  As she continued to touch herself and ride him in an increasing tempo, he realized exactly what she was doing. Just as he’d always insisted on being in control during sex to maintain an emotional distance during his past affairs, Jill was using the same technique to keep her true feelings from him. The irony of the situation didn’t escape him, and he realized he didn’t like being on the receiving end. Not when Jill had come to mean more to him than a casual, temporary affair.

  Refusing to let their relationship end so superficially, he gripped her waist to hold her still so he could redirect the fantasy. But she was so caught up in her own personal pleasure that there was nothing he could do to stop the orgasm rippling through her except hold on to his own restraint for all he was worth and wait for her climax to end, which nearly killed him.

  With a sated sigh, she collapsed on top of him, her soft breasts crushing against his chest, and her hot, panting breath fanning his neck. Taking advantage of her pliable state, he wrapped one arm tight around her back, secured another beneath her bottom, and rolled them both so that she was pinned beneath the weight of his body, putting him back in control.

  Their bodies were still intimately joined, and he widened her thighs with his own and flexed his hips, lodging his throbbing cock deep inside her. After her self-induced orgasm she was snug, gripping the length of him like a slick fist. He resisted the instinctive urge to drive mindlessly into her.

  She sucked in a quick, startled breath, and there was no disguising the panic that flared to life in her eyes. “Eric . . .” Her voice trembled, and her hands shoved at his shoulders in an attempt to dislodge him, all to no avail.

  He brushed a gentle kiss across her cheek. “Shhh,” he soothed, understanding her fear, but knowing she’d given him little choice in how to handle the ending of tonight’s final fantasy. Grabbing the hands digging into his muscled flesh, he placed them at the side of her head and entwined their fingers. “I’m not done yet, and neither are you,” he murmured.

  And then he began to move inside her, his thrusts strong and sure, matching the uncharacteristic hammering of his pulse. Jill turned her head to the side and closed her eyes, trying to protect her emotions, he knew, and he refused to let her shut him out that way. She remained stubborn and defiant, a challenge he wasn’t about to lose. Not here. Not now. Not tonight.

  As he continued to pump into her, he lowered his head, nuzzled her neck, and whispered in her ear how good she felt around him, how perfectly they fit together. He told her he wanted to watch her come for him, with him, and how much he ached to feel her inner muscles milking him to completion.

  A soft whimper escaped her, and his heart gave a strange twist in his chest. He kissed her jaw, the corner of her mouth, needing so much more than she was giving him. “Look at me, Jill. Please.”

  Much to his surprise, she turned her head and her long lashes lifted, revealing the sheen of moisture filling her eyes. His gut clenched, and he knew her tears weren’t designed to manipulate a man. No, hers were genuine and told of her confusion, her fears and insecurities. She blinked, and a tear escaped. He kissed it away, then pressed his mouth softly, gently, to hers.

  Her lips parted, her tongue sought his, and her tentative surrender nearly undid him. He accepted her invitation to deepen the kiss, as well as lengthen his thrusts and build the delicious friction between them. He knew her body well, and used everything he’d learned about pleasing her to increase her pleasure. In time, she softened beneath him, hooked her legs over his hips, and gave herself to him with abandon. He recognized the soft, mewling sounds she made in the back of her throat, felt those wondrous contractions clamping around him
, squeezing his shaft, and another stroke later he lost himself in the sea of wild sensation he’d held at bay just for her.

  He circled his hips, grinding against her sex, and she came with him, her soft cries intensifying the orgasm spearing through him. He groaned into her mouth, a deep, resonant, soulful sound that no other woman had ever pulled from him in the throes of passion. In that moment, he knew Jill was the one. In every way.

  And he didn’t want her to leave tonight, because it would signify the end to them.

  Dragging his lips from hers, he stared into her brilliant green eyes, and took a huge risk. “Stay the night with me.”

  The light in her eyes faded, and he felt her withdraw from him and his request. She didn’t verbally answer him, but his hopes dwindled anyway. He wouldn’t try to coerce her any further; she had to stay on her own accord, because she wanted to.

  He moved off her. “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he said, and disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He took care of business, but didn’t rush back out. Instead, he splashed cool water on his face, giving Jill extra time to make her decision, even though he knew what choice she’d already made and that she would be gone when he returned to his room.

  For once, he hated being right.

  Chapter Six

  Coming into work Friday morning to pack up her things was one of the hardest things Jill ever had to do. Especially since it meant facing Eric and the cowardly way she’d snuck out on him the night before. But staying beyond the fantasy meant confronting her greatest fears and insecurities, of getting involved with a man and letting her emotions interfere with the goals she’d set for herself and her agency. Eric presented a conflict to both, and she’d accepted the rules of their fantasy world for a reason, so it would make walking away easier, without any expectations or promises to complicate the issue.