I’d fight it with every ounce of power in me. Mom had sacrificed the most, ignoring her health to keep the house running while Dad built Peak Adventures to the success it was today. “Okay, point taken.” I scribbled a few notes on my tablet and lifted my gaze to meet Lukas’ serious one. “What now?”
“You and Walker, what’s going on?”
It was none of his damn business and he knew it. More importantly he knew I’d tell him so in lieu of an answer, so I crossed my arms and stared until the energy in the room grew uncomfortable. The truth was a week had passed since that wildly flirtatious lunch and he hadn’t called. I was disappointed and a tad hurt, but I knew it was for the best.
This deal with KBBM was too important and I couldn’t let anyone screw it up which meant I needed to keep him at a distance before he stole my panties, the deal and maybe even something I wasn’t willing to give up so easily. I convinced myself it was no big deal he hadn’t called because I’d heard enough Walker stories to know he’d probably met a woman on the street after lunch and still had her in his bed somewhere in the city. That was who Walker Titus was and I’d do well to remember that before he sucked me into his vortex and ruined my life. “What’s up with you and Talia?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said too quickly to be believable and I laughed. “Don’t you have some work to do? A deal to work out or something?”
“Both actually,” I told him as I stood and smoothed the red dress where it had bunched around my hips thanks to a few too many indulgent days over the past couple months. “Thanks for the advice, Lukas. Dinner tonight?”
“Can’t,” he grinned. “Plans.”
“Talia. Well it’s about damn time.” They pretended to hate each other but the truth was they were different in all the right ways. “Good luck and don’t screw it up.”
He grinned. “Yeah, thanks for that Lace.”
The conversation with my twin helped as they usually did because Lukas was the cool, logical one of us. I was the creative one who often led with my heart and more often than not, lived to regret it. But today I was focused on work, specifically on the work I’d been delegating while I dealt with KBBM. I checked in with my team and project leaders until I felt confident my department was running efficiently while I tended to this deal.
Just before I dialed Katelyn Shepherd, my phone buzzed on the desk. It was Walker. “Too late for that shit,” I grumbled and turned the screen face down. I would never be a man’s second choice again. More like again, again, since Walker wouldn’t be the first. I had a bad track record of guys who thought they could call me up when they were free, when work permitted, when they weren’t out with their buddies or my personal favorite, when they needed to trot out a well-connected woman as a dinner companion. Nope, been there, done that and got the scorch marks to remind me never to go back.
Fucking men. Useless except when it came to sex and spiders, and I’d learned how to deal with spiders on my own when I was nine and Lukas left one inside my favorite book.
With my resolve firmly in place, I pushed my cell phone away and picked up the office phone to call Talia because I was sure a baby and bridal shower were in our collective futures. “I can’t do it tonight, but let’s get together for lunch tomorrow and figure out dates, themes and details?”
I laughed. “Talia you’re an organizational goddess.”
“Yeah,” she groaned. “Well someone has to do it.”
Her tone sounded weird but I was just getting to know Talia through my friendship with Poppy who would soon be family, so I didn’t want to pry. But tomorrow, over cocktails, I wouldn’t be so hesitant. “And right now it’s us, The Singles.”
Talia begged off and I turned back to work, signing off on commercials and ad space between digging into KBBM holdings as an idea took root in my brain. An alternative, or maybe just a much better idea. I didn’t know yet, but I would. Soon.
By the end of the day, I had a good handle on what I wanted to do and I called to invite the Shepherd siblings to a casual lunch that was officially on my calendar. I would take Lukas’ advice and see where it got me before I mentioned anything to Blake.
I was deep in thoughts of food, specifically what I would pick up for dinner, as I left the building, oblivious to my surroundings in my excitement about this new business idea. When I looked up I spotted a familiar face and tried like hell not to smile. “Walker.”
“You didn’t answer my calls,” he said easily, matching his relaxed posture by leaning against the limo, arms crossed over his chest and legs crossed at the ankles. He looked good. Sexy as hell, wanna bury my fingers in his hair, sexy.
“Some men might take the hint.”
He shrugged and pushed off the sleek black limo. “I’m not some, or most, men Lacey. You’ll see that soon enough.”
He was so fucking cocky. So arrogant and sure of his place in the world that I nearly resisted the urge to take him down a peg. Or two.
Nearly.
“I’m pretty sure I know exactly what I’ll see, Walker. You’re not as different as you like to think.” He was hot as hell and sexy as sin, but he was a bad bet for anything beyond a few hours of pleasure.
“Then I look forward to proving you wrong. Get in.” He pulled the back door open, ignoring the driver scrambling around the vehicle, nodding towards the door to urge me inside. “Get in,” he said again, this time his voice was deeper, more commanding.
God help me, but I got in. I totally fucking got inside.
With the devil.
I must be crazy.
Walker
“No, I don’t always travel by limo but it is easier to get work done while I travel from meetings to my businesses. Plus, this is nice back here. All this space and…privacy.” I slid across the seat, closer to Lacey, and let myself enjoy the way her pupils dilated and she licked her lips. I knew as her pink tongue dragged across her lush bottom lip that we would fuck, and that it would be white hot. The air around us charged until it damn near combusted.
But Lacey looked away and broke the spell. Coward.
I didn’t care. She could run away. For now. In the confines of my limo I was perfectly happy to let her try and run from this heat. I leaned in and inhaled the rose petal scent coming from her hair. “You smell good. Like rose petals which makes me think of your skin,” I told her and ran a finger along the outside of her arm. “And your skin makes me think of how soft your pussy will be. Soft and dewy.” I inhaled again and whispered in her ear. “Is that the smell of your pussy dripping for me?” I hoped like hell it was because my cock was hard at just the thought of her damp pussy.
She looked at me with an incredulous look on her pretty face and laughed. “I can’t believe you asked me that and you haven’t even fed me yet! What a barbarian,” she said playfully. “Is this what passes for manners among you globe trotters?” Her laugh was all woman, and it pulled me in, closer and closer until my hands finally got their way. One slid under her wild curls, gliding against her neck and the other landed on her thigh making her gasp.
“Thank fuck for this nice weather,” I growled in her ear, letting my hand slide up and down her smooth, creamy skin. “Tell me to stop, Lacey. Push me away.” If she didn’t, I would keep touching her. Make her come.
Big brown eyes, now almost black with desire, slammed into mine. I expected to see indecisiveness or wariness, but there was only desire. Certainty.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
That was all I needed to hear to let my palm wrap around her soft, slender leg and slide up her smooth skin. I kept going until I hit lace, or maybe it was silk but I didn’t really give a damn, not when my fingertips brushed across her moist center.
“I knew that was the scent of your desire.” I tugged on the elastic and slipped one finger inside, reveling in the way she gasped at my touch.
“You talk a lot,” she panted out, groaning when I added another finger to slide between her damp folds, back and
forth while she trembled beneath me.
“Your pussy is so wet, Lacey. Was that just seeing me, or were you thinking about how it would feel to have my cock pounding into your hot center?”
“Too. Much. Talking.” She grabbed my wrist and began to grind and I slid her panties over with my thumb, sliding those two fingers deep into her tight wet pussy. “Yes!”
“I guess I’m not the only one who likes to talk.” But I didn’t want to talk anymore, I wanted to listen to sexy as fuck sounds she made. Little mewls when my thumb hit just the right spot on her clit. The guttural growl she let out when I slid deep enough to feel her clench and pulse around me. The strangled sound she made when she was close and I pulled back. Eased up. “You’re close.”
“I am.” Her words were short bursts of air, one hand clutching the seat and the other cupping my neck.
“How close?” I didn’t need her to tell me, I could feel the tiny flutterings of her orgasm working its way to the surface, the way her skin heated up a few degrees and her nails dug into my neck.
“Walker!” Her voice was angry, frustrated.
“How close?”
“So fucking close,” she growled at me and I swear, my cock wept at the dark sound.
“Good.” I eased my fingers from her body and dropped to the floor, pulling her right to the edge and putting my mouth on her leaking pussy, licking her over and over until her hands tugged my hair, her cries bouncing around the limo. Two fingers invaded her and I pumped in and out, in and out while she made noises that made me wish were someplace else with more space. More privacy.
“Walker! Fuck, oh fuck, yes!” And then sweet Lacey was not so sweet as words of pleasure dripped from her lush mouth, her body trembled and pulsed. I kept sucking her clit because I could. She kept screaming and crying as her orgasm went on and on. And on. “Fuck.”
Her body went limp and I eased up until she stopped trembling. “I knew you’d taste as sweet as you smell.”
She laughed. “And you are as talented as I knew you’d be, dammit.”
“Ready for another mind-blowing experience?”
“You think I’m doing anything other than going home and taking a hot bath right now? Then you are as delusional as you are orally and digitally talented.”
I laughed and fell on the seat beside her, one hand still absently stroking her leg. “A hot bath sounds perfect.” I pressed the button for the security screen. “Mason, we’re going home.”
“Are we now?”
“We are. My tub is big enough for four, which means I’m going to have you in there. On all fours.” At least two, maybe three times before I sent her home.
Lacey
How did I go from ignoring Walker’s calls to letting him bring me to orgasm in the back of his limo as we drove through Portland? More importantly how did I go from a fast, hot orgasm in the back of a limo to the sleek copper elevator carrying us to the penthouse apartment? Charm. And sexual pleasure.
“Don’t be shy now, Lacey. Not when I can still smell and taste you on my tongue.”
Did he have to say the most outrageously sexy things every damn time? I couldn’t stop the shiver that shook my spine or the way my nipples hardened under my dress. Why did it have to be Walker Titus, of all people, to make me feel so good? “Not shy, just double checking that I’m doing the right thing.”
“You already know it is and if you don’t, you will.”
“You’re wrong. I know it’s the pleasurable thing but that doesn’t make it right. I don’t know you and what I do know, I don’t like. But I do like what I see.” There was no point lying about it when he could still smell and taste the truth.
“I’m fine with that.” The elevators opened into exactly what I expected to see. A lavish apartment with sleek black and white furnishings everywhere and a big ass television mounted on the wall. There were splashes of color in the form of paintings and sculptures, plus yellow and red accents.
“This is kind of a racing theme, I suppose.” He gave me an affronted look that only made me laugh. “It’s not bad though. About what I expected.”
“Gee, thanks.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me along the main hall. “That’s the kitchen in case you’re thirsty, the living room with a bar in the corner. A nice little view over there,” he said as he gestured with his free hand to the windows bringing in plenty of gorgeous light. Or they would if it wasn’t nearly sunset. “This is the bedroom,” he said proudly and disappeared into the en suite bathroom, giving me the perfect opportunity to browse.
His four poster bed was enormous, at least two kind size beds together and covered in a deep royal blue duvet with gold embroidering. The dark wood, maybe oak, should have made the room look smaller but it was too big to ever be shrunken. There were no family photos in his room, and I’d only spotted a few of him with Lukas and some of him in front of tourist attractions around the world as I scoped the living room.
The water in the tub came on, drawing my attention and I smiled as I kicked off my shoes. Just because this thing with Walker would only be one wicked night, didn’t mean that I wouldn’t enjoy the hell out of it. And as I pulled my dress over my head, tossing it on the stood at the food of Walker’s bed, I knew I would wring every ounce of pleasure I could from this night. Because it couldn’t happen again.
My panties were damp as I slid them away from my wet, sticky core and down my legs, pulsing in anticipation. The bra came next and when I stood in the doorway, watching as Walker stared unseeing at the water filling the tub, I was struck by something else. The utter masculinity, the complete maleness of Walker Titus. He didn’t feel like a man who spent his days buying up media companies and making more money than he would ever need, and that made me wonder what he did to get such a hard body. “How’s my bath coming along.”
“I think you mean our…bath.” The last word fell from his lips, forgotten as his gaze raked over my naked body, lingering over some parts more than others. “Fuck me, Lacey. You are one fine woman.” He stood from the tub and reached for me, cupping one breast and then the other. “Shit. Tonight will be so much fun.”
“I’m counting on it, Walker.” My hands made quick work of his shirt and I pushed it off his shoulders while he worked his pants one handed. We kissed like two lovers who hadn’t seen each other in a year, a mass of tongues and lips and teeth, all fighting frantically for the top position in the dance. It was hot and sweet, but mostly it pulled me closer and I couldn’t resist climbing his body and wrapping my arms around his. “Mmm, yes.” He held my ass cheeks and one finger slid into me. “Walker!”
“Gotta say, sweetheart. I can’t get enough of that sound.” His deep chuckle bumped against my chest and I licked the side of his neck, adding a little moan.
“I can feel you.” He was growing harder against my ass, cock twitching as I did my best to drive him wild. “I need to feel more.”
“Ask nicely,” he commanded even though I could feel him stroking his cock with one hand.
“Walker?”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck me. Now.” He held his cock at my entrance and I lowered myself onto him until he was so deep it was uncomfortable. “Walker.” My hips rolled on their own, my head fell back as he gripped my waist and plunged deep. I’d never been so full before. He was longer and thicker than I was used to, which only served as a reminder that I hadn’t gotten a good enough look at the goods.
“Fuck, Lacey. You’re so fucking tight.” His voice was strained, his body coiled tightly as he fought for control.
Screw that. We were both losing control tonight. I squeezed my inner muscles around him, smiling wide at the way he groaned and held me tighter. “You like it tight?”
“Fuck yeah. You feel fucking amazing.” His hips moved at a furious pace, pounding into me hard and deep, and then even deeper still. The only sound in the bathroom besides the water was the sound of our skin, slick and smacking together through the furious pursuit of pleasure.
Th
en my body was there, perched on the precipice of orgasm again. Head pressed tight against Walker’s, I licked his neck and nipped his ear. “You fill me up so good. So good, Walker. Harder. Deeper. Give me more!”
His growl spoke volumes of his own desire. His passion swelled and then erupted, sending both of us up and up and over that fucking edge of pleasure until we were both floating on air, slowly falling back to earth as our orgasms slowed, then stilled. Then faded. “Oh fuck, Lacey.”
“Okay so maybe that was pretty mind-blowing. Good job, Walker.”
He laughed and smacked my ass. “Thanks, babe but you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
And then he set me in the tub, washed me all over and showed me exactly what I hadn’t seen yet.
Twice.
Okay, three times.
When I arrived at the gourmet burger joint where I was scheduled to meet with Katelyn and Greg Shepherd. Finally. They’d rescheduled twice and I’d been this close to calling in Blake and telling him to forget KBBM. The brother and sister were dragging their feet too much, so today was a last resort that would hopefully work out in my favor.
I got there early and ordered a tall gin and tonic, hoping to mask that these two were driving me to drink. When they arrived a mere twelve minutes late—twelve and a half minutes—I had a slight buzz going and a bright and welcoming smile lighting up my face. “Katelyn and Greg, it’s great to see you both.”
Katelyn was the talkative one and she beamed a wide, cheerleader smile. “Lacey, it’s so good to see you! Sorry we’ve been kind of flaky lately,” she said, rolling her eyes and sticking out her tongue in the universal sign for “shit is crazy right now”.
“I think I understand,” I told them both as they took their seats.
“Do you?” Greg took the seat beside his sister, staring at me with angry eyes.
“I think I do, actually. Peak Adventures is also a family business.” The waiter came to the table in all his tattooed, man-bun glory and took our orders. “When I was a little girl my dad spent a lot of time building up the business to make it competitive in the new digital marketplace, but my favorite part was when he’d come home with outdoor equipment and apparel and let me try it on. I think I was the only girl who got excited about ski pants and snowboards.”
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