It was more than he’d ever dreamed of; he was the top cock without even being inside her, the one to make her come.
Sitting up straight, he pulled her off Gorton, taking her onto his lap, where she lay limply against him.
“That concludes our business for the evening,” he said to Gorton.
The man zipped up, buckled, straightened his jacket and his tux slacks. He gave Holt a satisfied half smile. “Indeed it does. You fulfilled my requests perfectly. I’ll sign the contract on Monday.”
“I’ll have everything prepared for your signature.”
Gorton leaned down to grab the used condom and stashed it in a hidden trash compartment on the door as if he was used to riding—in both senses of the word—in limousines.
“Where do you want to be dropped?” Holt asked.
“Here is fine.”
Holt hadn’t even looked to see where here was, but he didn’t care; the man could make his own way back. Pushing an intercom button beside him, he directed the driver. “Let my associate out.”
The car slid to a stop.
“Thank you for a delightful evening.” Gorton smoothed his hair.
“It was my pleasure.” They didn’t exchange a word about Ruby, as if the event had been about them, not her. He didn’t know if she understood or even heard the conversation going on around her.
The limo door opened, Gorton climbed out, saluted one last time, and disappeared down the street swarming with elegantly dressed people. They were in the theater district.
The driver leaned down. “Where to, sir?” He didn’t even startle at the sight of a naked Ruby in Holt’s arms.
“Back home, but take it slow.” Holt thought a moment. “Drive by the Palace of Fine Arts, then back along Nineteenth Avenue and Highway 280.”
The chauffeur nodded, closed the door, and in a matter of moments, the big car was rolling again.
Ruby hadn’t moved, hadn’t made a sound, almost as if she’d fallen asleep against him. Holt hauled her up and pulled her astride him. Her gaze slightly unfocused, Ruby did nothing more than stare at him.
He grabbed her chin.
“What?” she said softly, not with anger, simply dazed.
Without a word, he kissed her, taking her mouth, unleashing everything inside him. Ruby moaned, pulled him close, arms tight around his neck. He had never imagined her taste could be so sweet, so hot. In all the years she’d worked for him, all the times he gazed at her lush lips and thought of them on him, he’d never suspected how much better reality was over fantasy. She tasted of Gorton’s skin and her own lush sweetness, like succulent fruit and sizzling champagne; he tasted of the man’s come. The mix was potent, mesmerizing. He swooped his tongue into her mouth, devoured her, backed off. She followed, taking him this time. One arm like a band across her back, he held her down, riding her center through his slacks, his cock steel hard. He could stand it no longer. Pulling on her hair, he dragged her head back, forcing her to look at him.
“I’ve waited,” he whispered. Forcing a hand between them, he slid down between her legs, trailed his fingers through her moist curls. “And I’ve dreamed.” He caressed her clit. Ruby moaned, bit her lip, the flesh as full and plump as she was down below. “And now I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.” He took her mouth in a short, hot kiss, backed off again. “Like you’ve never been fucked before.”
He could have ordered her to undo his pants, but he was afraid Ruby was too far gone to handle it fluidly. He pulled the buckle free, unzipped. “Take me out,” he demanded.
Without dropping her gaze from his, Ruby eased her hand inside. Her warm palm surrounded him. Holt closed his eyes a moment to enjoy her touch as she stroked him lightly.
“I never knew how much I wanted you,” she said softly.
It was like Ruby to miss what was right in front of her if it didn’t fit in with her plans. He’d been her boss. Whatever else she might do, she didn’t mess with her job.
“I’m going to fuck you without a condom,” he told her. He needed her flesh-to-flesh.
“But—” she started.
He put a finger to her lips. “I haven’t been with anyone in six months.” Perhaps, in the back of his mind, he’d been waiting for her. He’d seen the signs; he’d known it wouldn’t last with Clay. “And I’m clean.”
Ruby swallowed hard, then finally admitted, “I’m more worried about me.”
“You’ve always used condoms.” It wasn’t a question; Ruby took care of herself. He didn’t doubt it. “I don’t care about anything else. I will fuck you without a condom. I will be the only man who takes you that way.”
“Yes, Holt.”
Christ, she made his balls ache with need when she agreed to anything he asked. Ruby was a me-me-me kind of woman, but with him, she’d follow any order he issued.
“Then fuck me right now. Because I’ll die in the next second if you don’t.”
* * * * *
Ruby was completely combustible. I’ll die in the next second if you don’t.
She wasn’t disposable or interchangeable. She was the only one for Holt. And he didn’t even want to use a condom. He trusted her.
“Yes, Holt,” she repeated. Anything you want, Holt, everything you want. “Please fuck me now. I need it bad.” She didn’t even wait for him to initiate, holding his cock aloft, rising over him. Then Ruby slammed down, taking him deep.
“Oh God.” She groaned. “You’re so good. So big. So perfect. Baby, baby, baby.” Words fell from her lips. She didn’t care what she was saying or how much it revealed. He wanted to fuck her without a condom. She wasn’t dirty; she was special.
“You’re mine,” he whispered. “This pussy is mine. I’ll loan it out, but it’s mine. You’ll always come back to me. Only me. Always me.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, bouncing on him, flexing her muscles around him. He made her see stars.
“I’ll watch you, then I’ll fuck you, show you you’re mine. Every time.”
He cupped her butt and hauled her so close that his body rubbed her clit as she rode him. Inside, his cock stroked her G-spot. The dual friction was heavenly. His flesh was smooth, warm, slick, and perfect without a barrier between them.
It was slow, inexorable pleasure. Ruby wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face against his crisp hair. “Holt, Holt, Holt.” She loved saying his name. She loved being his woman.
In the midst of that sweet thought, as if finally belonging to one man was all she’d ever wanted, Ruby turned inside out, coming hard, wailing, crying, letting everything go.
Deep in her body, she felt the pulse of his orgasm, his warmth shooting to her most secret, tender places. Holt filled her in a way no other man ever had.
When he was done, he didn’t let her go. He held on as if he’d meant every word he’d whispered to her.
“He gave me a big order because you fucked him so well,” he said against her hair, holding her tight when she tried to pull back. Inside her, his cock flexed.
She could barely remember Mr. Gorton now. There was only Holt looking at her, Holt licking her while the man’s cock penetrated her, Holt cleaning the come away and making her climax all over again. It was an act of ownership, as if he was claiming her by licking away the remnants of another man’s possession.
“All you had to do was find him a woman?” she asked.
“I had to find him the perfect woman.” He pulled back to spear her with his gaze. “There was no other woman who would do.”
He’d given her to his customer, used her like a prostitute. And Ruby felt giddy inside. “How big was the order?”
“A million dollars.”
He took her breath away.
“Isn’t it nice to know you’re worth a million dollars, my sweet?”
It was hot. A million dollars. What woman wouldn’t love that?
But it wasn’t the best. The best was belonging to Holt.
* * * * *
Holt took her home
with him that night. On Sunday he did all manner of filthy, delightful things to her: tied her up, blindfolded her, used the vibrator on her, forced her to suck him, fucked her, brought her champagne in the tub, made her cook for him—which wasn’t her strong suit, but Holt didn’t seem to mind.
He took her back to her apartment early Monday morning for a change to workday clothes. When she finally arrived at the office half an hour late, she loved the weekend’s sexy secret between them.
“Ruby, in my office,” Holt barked over the intercom at a quarter to nine. With the sound of his voice, she was suddenly wet and slightly dizzy with desire.
Seated at his desk, Holt wore a dark suit, white shirt, and silver tie that complemented his hair. “Gorton will be here at nine.”
She’d arranged the whole plant tour. “I know.”
“Are you ready for anything?” There was a note of wariness in the way he asked it, the way he looked at her.
Something was up. Did he expect her to fuck Gorton in his office? Or another situation entirely? “I’m ready.” God, she was ready for anything where Holt was concerned. And she wasn’t uncomfortable with the thought of seeing Mr. Gorton after what they’d done on Saturday. It was another of those sexy secrets she’d enjoy.
“Even if you find you don’t like it?” Holt continued the query.
What exactly was he trying to tell her? “Yes, I’m okay with anything.”
He sat back, smiled, tapping his fingers on the arms of his chair. “Good.”
Okay, he had her going again. Holt had never mixed business with pleasure. Yet he’d called her into his office and spanked her. Then he’d given her to a potential customer. She had no clue what he’d make her do next. The excitement had her on the edge of her seat.
At nine o’clock, the receptionist buzzed her and said formally, “Mr. Gorton’s here for Mr. Montgomery.”
Ruby lost her breath all over again, practically tripping over her high heels as she rushed out to the lobby.
The man was...squat. And bald. Not that she had anything against bald, but this man was six inches shorter, fifty pounds heavier, and ten years older than he’d been on Saturday night.
It wasn’t the same Mr. Gorton at all. Holt had tricked her. She wasn’t worth a million dollars.
Chapter Thirteen
Ruby fumed as she showed Mr. Gorton into Holt’s office. She fumed at Holt’s wicked grin. She fumed during the plant tour and the lunch she brought in for them. She fumed until the interminable day was over and she faced Holt over his desk.
She gave him her full glare. “You lied to me.”
He merely gave her that devilish grin again. Ruby wanted to slap it off his face. “That wasn’t Mr. Gorton,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Correction.” He shifted his gaze to the door through which Mr. Gorton had recently exited. “That was Mr. Gorton.” He raised a brow. “The man you met on Saturday was not.”
“Who was he then?”
“An actor I hired to play a role.” Holt hadn’t stopped smiling.
So he’d paid a man to fuck her. She wasn’t worth a million dollars at all. “Then there was no contract at stake.”
Holt tipped his head, for the first time seeming to realize he hadn’t properly anticipated her reaction, irrespective of what he’d said to her when he’d first arrived that morning. “You know I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
Her voice rose despite the fact that the door was still open. “Well, you’re fucking your secretary every lunchtime in your office. That’s mixing business and pleasure.”
He held up a finger. “Correction. The lunch hour is our time, and during that period, you’re my sex slave, not my secretary.”
She didn’t have an answer for that. He had scrupulously adhered to the time clock, never touching her even one minute after the workday had started or ended or before lunch began. Yet she couldn’t get over the fact that the best sex of her life had been a lie. “But why did you trick me?” The question came out softer and more poignant than she’d meant it to.
“You needed to feel like you’d been prostituted for my benefit,” he answered simply. Then he tipped his head. “The real Mr. Gorton wasn’t quite what I had in mind for you. I wanted something better, something hotter.” He stopped, letting his meaning sink in. “An experience you’d never forget.”
It had been incredible, everything, while he’d watched her masturbate, as he’d licked another man’s come off her body, when he’d taken her himself, all of it. Yet there was one thing she couldn’t get over. “But I wasn’t worth the million dollar contract.”
Holt crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”
She obeyed like she always did, rounding his desk as he pushed his chair back, turned and spread his thighs for her to stand between. Pheromones and testosterone wafted off him, and despite everything, her blood started to hum. It didn’t matter that she was looking down on him; he was the one on top.
“The million dollars would have been for the company. But I paid for you on Saturday. My own money.”
“How much?” She didn’t even hate herself for asking.
“Five thousand dollars.”
Ruby gasped. It was better than jewelry. Better than a shopping spree. Or a trip to Paris. It was even better than a million dollar contract. Of course, one could say that he’d had to pay five thousand dollars to get another man to fuck her, but Ruby saw it the way he meant it—Holt had paid five thousand to give her the best night of her life. No, she wasn’t worth a million; she was worth far more.
“So,” he continued softly, “tonight you will come to my house, you will lay down on my table, let me tie you up, blindfold you, and do any dirty thing I wish to.” He waited a beat. “And you’ll love every minute of it.”
He understood her so well. “Yes, Holt.”
For the first time since she was little more than a teenager, Ruby almost said the magic words and actually meant them. I love you.
* * * * *
Since that moment in his office after Mr. Gorton left, Ruby had let Holt do anything he wanted. She loved the tying up, the spankings, the blindfold—she’d even let him use the ball gag on her—and he’d made her savor every moment of her punishment. And what was the punishment for anyway? Oh yeah, for breaking Clay’s rules.
She relished breaking Holt’s rules. If she had full permission. That wasn’t really the contradiction it sounded like. “How shall I disappoint you now, Master, so that you have to punish me later?” Master, it made her think of the old TV show I Dream of Jeannie, and she smiled.
Snuggled against him in his big bed, she twirled a finger in the soft gray down on his chest. Last night, Monday, after that long day with Mr. Gorton, Holt had been true to his word, doing delectably dirty things to her. Then he’d ordered her to spend the night. Not that she needed an order to do that; she’d been waiting for the invitation. Then the same thing tonight, he’d wanted her to stay. Ruby had never been happier to oblige.
“You break my rules”—Holt tipped her chin to make sure she was getting him—“and you won’t like the punishment.”
Ruby wasn’t so sure, but she wasn’t about to test him on it. She’d tested Clay, and her life had blown up in her face. “”Of course I won’t unless you tell me to.” She settled back down, head on his chest again. “But tell me what you want,” she cajoled. “Doing two men for your pleasure? Maybe performing in a sex club?”
Holt’s laugh rumbled against her ear. “You have the filthiest mind and I love it.”
He hadn’t said he loved her. But she hadn’t said anything aloud either. It was far too soon, though Ruby didn’t plan to let this man slip through her fingers.
“While I’m away, you are not to play. Do I make myself clear?”
He was flying out to Phoenix in the morning for the investors’ conference. He’d be back Saturday night. She’d helped him pack and set his golf clubs by the front door before they’d crawled into bed. It was so domest
ic; Ruby had loved it. The conference was short, only three and a half days, including golf on Saturday. Some of these shindigs lasted a week, but no one missed the Saturday morning game. Deals were always made over golf. The resort was exclusive, with a difficult course that was highly regarded.
Holt hadn’t asked her to accompany him. There was nothing pressing at the office, so she could have gone. But she wasn’t about to ask. Clay was attending, and it could be awkward. She understood that.
“Can I play with myself?” she asked, only the tiniest edge in her voice.
“Only when I call you for phone sex.”
That brightened her up. Holt gave such good phone sex.
“Will you drive me to the airport in the morning?” he asked.
That boosted her even more. It was such a wifely thing to do. It didn’t even matter that he had a six thirty flight, which meant she’d have to get up at four, because God forbid she should leave the house without her makeup on or her hair done. Ruby didn’t care. “Of course I will.”
She swallowed nervously, but asked the next question anyway. “Shall I stay here so I can be available for whatever dirty things you want to do to me the moment you arrive home?”
She felt Holt’s shrug. “No. My daughter’s coming this weekend. So you’ll have the weekend to yourself.” He stroked her arm. “Except perhaps for a little phone sex.”
Cassandra was coming. It was the first Ruby had heard. “You can’t have loud phone sex with your daughter in the house,” she said for lack of anything better, and she certainly didn’t want to be silent on the subject. That would make it sound like she was bothered that he hadn’t invited her to dine with them both. But she was bothered. It made her feel like she was just the secretary he was banging on the side, with very little emotion involved.
“I’ll hold it all in until Monday night,” Holt said. So Monday they’d be back on again. She would not let it bother her. It was good to keep their affair secret for now, at least until they decided how to handle everyone at work.
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