Infidelity: Insider (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Jillian Jacobs

  “Why not?”

  Imina stared up at the ceiling, shaking her head. Why not? Hadn’t she fantasized about intimate moments with him? She worked for a company that provided companionship, and the one man she could see becoming that for her, was the one man she couldn’t have. But maybe? Just once? Just today. “Here’s why not, Mr. Always-So-Nosy. Traumatic sexual experiences have ruined my belief in a happily ever after. My psychologist says I have a borderline personality disorder, which means I have trouble controlling my impulses and regulating my emotions. I do crazy things for crazy reasons. Sex, alcohol, the occasional drug use. She says I sabotage myself because I don’t have enough self-worth. I think she’s wrong. So I’m a little wild sometimes. I’m young and not hurting anyone so who cares?” She shrugged. “And, just to be clear, I only see her because Karen makes me go. I know who I am, and why I am. It is what it is.”

  “I know who you are, too. And I’d love to be wild with you. Calm, too. We could do both. So, why not give us a go?”

  Imina tucked her tongue in her cheek. Why did he always have to push? Always pecking away until she wanted to scream. Fine…she would scream—in a more pleasurable way. Why not go wild? Explore? Plus, this conversation revealed way too much, and if it continued, he might discover truths that had to stay hidden. He wanted to give them a go? They would. Right here. Right now. That’d be one sure way to shut down his inquisitive mind. “Listen, we can continue to dig into my mental health history, or we can pursue a conversation that’s a little more…intimate.” Imina unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, revealing her black lace bra. “I’m willing to pass the time without any more talking. What do you say?” She arched a brow.

  Aiden studied her for a moment. “I’m sorry, what?” His gaze dropped to her open blouse before he lifted a finger and ran it down her collarbone.

  Fighting back a shiver, she dropped to her knees, giving in to a craving she’d had for years. Tugging on his zipper, she gazed up at him and repeated his question from earlier. “Shall we continue?”

  He cupped her cheek in his hand. “Why now?”

  “I’m on my knees, and you’re asking why now?” She frowned, very sure she didn’t want to answer his question or reflect on the monumental mistake this could be. With the heady scent of his arousal filling her senses, she only wanted to focus on pleasure. On taste. On touch. “I believe you said you wanted to be wild with me…well…” Licking her lips, she ran a hand up his thigh. “Why now? Why not now? We’re trapped in an elevator. Elevator sex is hot, and it’s something we both want. You can’t tell me you’re not into the dirty and dangerous, because I know better.”

  “You know because of the supposed company I keep, right?”

  Damn it! He had to let that go. She had to make him forget she’d ever made that slip. “Absolutely. All those naughty friends of yours…just think, now you’ll have your own sordid tale to tell.”

  “Maybe I already have some.” Aiden brushed her hair over her shoulder.

  “Well.” She licked her lips again. “Let’s add another.” Pulse thrumming, she widened the placket on his jeans and ran her nose along the thick, hard length of him, breathing in the essence of musk and man. “Mmm…you smell so good.” She reveled in the power of holding a man’s cock in her hand. She was in control. She could give or take pleasure.

  As a teen, and for a very short time five years ago, she’d been on the receiving end of unpleasant, even painful experiences, but never again.

  An hour with Aiden Maxfield she could do, but no more. She’d dreamed of him, ached even, but one of his best friends was her worst nightmare, so she’d steered clear…until now.

  She freed his rigid cock from the confines of his boxer briefs and licked the mushroomed head before burying her nose in his trimmed dark brown hairs. Fuck, she loved sex. Loved the smell. The sweat. The pleasure. She’d bend over right now and let Aiden fuck her into the railing, but they didn’t have time, and she could only have a small taste. Gently caressing his sac with one hand, she locked her other hand around the root of his erection and worked him in and out of her mouth.

  “Oh, hell yes, Imina. Take it all,” Aiden hissed.

  She swirled her tongue along his tip, and then traced a long vein down his length before engulfing him again. Pre-cum covered her tongue, and she greedily swallowed each drop.

  With a groan, he gripped her hair and rocked gently into her mouth.

  She slipped her middle finger in her mouth, alongside his cock, wetting it.

  Increasing her suction, she slid her wet finger across his velvety sac and along the crease of his backside. Easing away, she smiled up at him. “Spread your legs. This is about to get much better.”

  Cheeks flushed, he caressed her bottom lip with his thumb. “Whatever you want, Imina.”

  His husky tone had her insides twisting, and she wished his fingers were buried deep within her pulsing, wet core. Tugging down his jeans to his ankles, she winked before brushing her wet middle finger across his puckered hole. “Do you want me to touch you here?”

  “Yes. Do it.”

  Biting her bottom lip, she eased past the tight ring of muscle then worked in and out of his taut hole, pinging his prostate. That’d send a zing straight to his cock.

  As expected, his legs wobbled, and his grip tightened in her hair. “Oh, fuck. That’s the spot.”

  She smiled against his cock and pulled out her finger until just the tip remained before slamming back in again. She nipped the edge of his dripping cock then licked the head and slid him down her throat. Over and over, his hot cock hit the back of her throat as she pinged his hidden gland with her finger.

  His harsh breath and mumbled curses had her on the edge of coming herself. Shivers traveled down her spine to her core. Dirty, hot, edgy, sex with him wouldn’t have any rules. She wasn’t a sweet innocent, and now he’d know she was skilled in all the ways to please a man.

  Suddenly, his ass tightened its grip on her finger, and he cursed. “I’m coming, and I want you to take it all. Don’t stop.”

  His commanding tone shot straight to her core. Fuck! A dominant Aiden was sexy as hell. Because of that, she willingly accepted his command, sliding her finger in and out of his stretched hole faster and faster while working his erection with her other hand and her mouth, drawing in her cheeks with each pull.

  Fingers tightening in her hair, he jerked just before his cock poured hot streams down her throat.

  Humming against his dick, she closed her eyes, took his pleasure, and prayed that after today she wouldn’t crave him even more. His cries of ecstasy seemed multiplied in the small space. Oh, what she could do with his body on her bed—tied and bound. The vision of Aiden at her mercy shot heat through her, making her moan. Swallowing the last drop, she leaned against his thigh and smiled. Finally. They only had this hour, and she’d take it. After three years of wanting a taste of this man, now she knew. Oh, fuck, how she knew.

  With a groan, Aiden eased his flaccid cock from her mouth, and she slowly removed her finger from deep within his body.

  He dropped to his knees and gripped her face between both hands. “Imina, let me take you home. Let me give you pleasure, too. Let me take my time without fear of discovery.”

  Fear? He knew nothing of her fear. Deep fear. Unending fear. But, as he covered her lips with his, driving deep with his tongue, she absolutely wished she felt otherwise.

  Chapter 2

  Kellogg Brown straightened his tie in the cracked mirror. He’d been gone from the office longer than usual, but he’d cleared his schedule this afternoon, because he’d needed time to get across town to a neighborhood someone like him had no business visiting. Needed time to sate his unique desires.

  He spared a glance at the whimpering woman sitting on the rumpled sheets of the hotel bed. Dim lighting, the stale cigarette scent imbedded into the yellow walls, and the heroin needle on the side table all added to the seedy atmosphere. He hated it and loved it. Craved
it and despised it. “Enough with the crying. I paid you well, so shut up.”

  Gritting his teeth, he pulled his gaze away from the man in the mirror. He’d done it again. This time, he’d gone without for two full months. He hated the filthy room. The whores with the track marks up and down their arms. Hated to need anything this much.

  He had a beautiful wife. Two kids. But, just like the woman behind him, he needed his fix. His father had paraded his women in front of his mother, not something Kellogg would ever do. He wasn’t that crass.

  Work pressure. Money pressure. Due to his high-stakes job at Demetri Enterprises, everything came to a head, and he needed release. Real release. And didn’t he deserve it? He certainly paid these bitches well, probably more than they’d see from the average John. So why not throw in a couple more bills to get what he really wanted? Control. Domination. Both edged with pain. His pain. Her pain. He didn’t care. He wanted to fuck with abandon. Over and over until he was covered in sweat and cum. Until the woman beneath him cried, screamed, and fought. He liked the scrappy ones, and today’s treat had been a handful. He smiled as he took in the long, red scratches on his arm. Yes, today had gone very well.

  Years ago, he’d made the mistake of signing a contract for what was essentially a high-end hookup, but the whole thing had ended in disaster. Never again. Now he came to the shit end of town. Used a shit hotel and kicked each stupid, crying cunt from the room once he’d finished. “I warned you, but you said you needed the cash. Take a shower and get out.” Fury boiled in his chest. He wanted her gone. He slapped the side of her head. “Your snot is dripping down your disgusting face. Go get cleaned up.”

  Eyes red, with one that would likely turn black and blue soon, she shook her raggedy blonde hair and shuffled off to the bathroom.

  After she shut the door and he heard the water kick on, he tossed an extra hundred on the bed and took off.

  Heading back to work, he considered his plans for the rest of the day. He’d hit the gym and shower before heading home. Couldn’t have his wife smelling the skank currently coating his skin.

  He rolled his shoulders and steered his Audi onto the freeway. His employer had offered to hire him a driver, but then his boss, Lennox Demetri would know his whereabouts and far too much about his personal business. He was already under enough scrutiny from that cagey bitch, Deloris. Luckily, Demetri’s head of security hadn’t discovered his major faux pas with Infidelity a few years ago, but that was only because Karen Flores cared more about the company’s reputation than anything else, even one of her so-called “employees.”

  After Kellogg pulled into his parking spot, he squirted his hands with the tiny bottle of green hand sanitizer. After they’d dried, he yanked down his visor’s mirror and finger-combed his hair. “You are the king. You own this shit. You’re VP of Business Acquisition and Development. Spend money on whatever you want. Fuck what everyone else thinks.”

  He shoved open the car door and headed up to his office. Demetri’s father was due in town soon, not that the old son of a bitch would let his son know. He’d given up trying to figure out the intricacies of that father-son relationship years ago.

  Kellogg would finalize his pitch on a possible new acquisition then head to the gym. Stepping into the elevator, he hit the button and called his college pal, Aiden. They were due for racquetball tomorrow. He frowned when the call went to voicemail. “Hey, buddy, shooting you a quick reminder we’re on court six tomorrow. See you then.”

  Aiden worked at Infidelity because Kellogg had suggested Karen hire him to photograph new “employees,” and because he wanted to know if that bitch or her troublemaker assistant ever broke their contract. He also paid people on the thirty-seventh floor to keep him up-to-date on who came and went in that secret elevator.

  Infidelity was an investment, like so many others currently under the Demetri Enterprises umbrella. If anyone ever found out, he’d simply explain he was protecting the company’s best interests. So far, Karen and Imina had kept their mouths shut about his failed attempt at becoming an Infidelity client.

  Good thing, because if he ever heard so much as a peep, he’d shut them both down…permanently.

  Chapter 3

  Locked in the elevator and in Imina’s embrace, Aiden delved into her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers and tilting his head to get better leverage.

  Mind blown, he wasn’t functioning on all cylinders. The minute she’d dropped to her knees and breathed him in, he’d worried he’d embarrass himself. Imina on her knees was a fantasy he’d never thought he’d see in the daylight, let alone in an elevator.

  But he’d take it—and her. No backing off now. Not after that amazing—and enthusiastic—encounter. They may not last long-term. Hell, they may not last two weeks, but he would get her beneath him one way or another.

  Ending the kiss, he eased back. “I always knew you’d be wicked.” He nudged her bra cup away from her breast and rubbed his thumb across her peaked nipple. “How ready are you right now? Shall we continue?”

  “We’re going to keep saying that?” She bit her lower lip and dropped her head back on her shoulders.

  “It’s working so far.” He brushed away her hair, placing soft kisses along her neck.

  “Yes…it is.”

  He bent his head and took her dusky nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. Then he kissed his way up her neck to her mouth. Hungry and urgent, he drew her against his body and deepened the kiss.

  She wrapped her hands around his cock, stroking until he hardened again.

  Hands on her waist, he bunched up her skirt, pulling it past her thighs. Keeping one hand full of the fabric, he reached with the other, nudging her panties aside before sliding two fingers along her wet core.

  She wiggled her hips. “Get them off and lift me. Hurry.”

  “We’re not stopping. I don’t care if this elevator starts up again. I’m taking this.” After dropping a quick kiss on her lips, he tugged off her panties. “Come here. Wrap your legs around me.”

  Once settled in his arms, she clutched his face in her petite hands. “Kiss me.”

  Gripping a handful of her hair, he drove deep with his tongue while centering his cock at her core, and then he plunged into her body. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

  Imina laughed, her head thrown back against the elevator wall. “I want it harder. Take me.”

  Rolling his hips, he set his rhythm, driving into her again and again, out of control, and likely, out of his mind.

  Her shirt was half undone, and her nipple peeked out from above the cup.

  Accepting the invitation, he drew it into his mouth before flicking across the tip with his tongue.

  Gasping, she bit her bottom lip as her core clenched around him. “Oh, that’s it. Right there. I need this. Harder. Fuck me into the wall.”

  “Ms. Lesedi?” A voice came from the elevator panel.

  “No. No.” Imina met his gaze with wide eyes. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

  “Not even if the building’s on fire.” He flashed a wicked grin and picked up the pace, rolling his hips at the perfect rhythm. Sweat trickling down his back, he gritted his teeth to keep from coming too soon. He’d waited three years for this moment. Damn it! He’d savor every kiss, sigh, and moan.

  “Look at me.” Imina tightened her grip on his shoulder. “Watch me as I come.”

  At her husky command, he felt his cock twitch. “I’ll watch you. I’ll see it all.”

  Her mouth dropped open, and she panted out short breaths, keeping her deep-chocolate gaze locked on his. “Yes, that’s the spot. Don’t stop.”

  “Imina? Mr. Maxfield?” Karen’s voice sounded from the panel this time. “Are you two all right in there?”

  Imina met his thrusts, working her hips in time with his. “Look at me.”

  Aiden kept her gaze as she whimpered and broke, her entire body jerking before she shuddered and released a slew of cuss words that would put a sailor to
shame.

  Feeling her grip his cock, he hissed out a breath as his balls tightened. “So close.” Oh, shit! “No. Wait!” He screamed at his own body, as well as hers. “Sorry, I gotta pull out.” So stupid! In his eagerness to claim her, he’d forgotten a condom. He quickly withdrew then pumped his cock, once, twice before release slammed through his body. Hot streams of cum hit the elevator’s carpeted floor. Beyond gone, he wouldn’t even try to catch it all. After the final drop fell from his flagging cock, he braced a hand against the elevator wall and gulped in deep breaths.

  Imina ran her fingers across his bare ass. “Very nice.” She laughed before slapping him then hitting the intercom button. “Ms. Flores, my apologies. Both Aiden and I are fine. How much longer?”

  “Oh,” Karen said. “Good. Wonderful. I’d say you…uh…they need about another half hour. So sorry about all this.”

  Imina glared at the intercom. “Another half hour? What are they doing?”

  “It’s all fine. Don’t be frightened. We’ll get you two out soon.”

  “What is the problem?”

  Karen didn’t respond.

  Imina glanced his way then punched more buttons on the panel. “Damn it.”

  Aiden could barely keep his eyes open, and he slumped against the wall. “Leave it be.” Whether he was talking about the panel, her worries over Karen, their current situation, he couldn’t say. Sex with Imina was everything he’d dreamed it would be, and he couldn’t care less about the elevator running again, because then they’d break free of their bubble, and Imina would go back to being untouchable.