by Lynda Aicher
The office building was another basic concrete-and-glass high-rise that loomed over the surrounding area in a lopsided declaration of superiority. And Brie didn’t give a rat’s ass about the building. Or the plush entry and the etched lettering on the glass declaring the tech company’s ownership.
Nope. None of that mattered. Not when she was following Ryan down a darkened hallway, their steps muted by the pale gray carpet.
She tugged on her shirt in an attempt to circulate some air over her back. She’d left her suit coat in the car, at his direction. Her cream blouse wasn’t revealing. Nor was her suit skirt. She couldn’t even remember which underwear she’d picked out that morning.
Thankfully, her mother had hounded in the decadence of matching lingerie when she’d been a teenager. She would never bitch about the expensive habit or the annoying washing requirements again.
His hand tightened around hers as he slowed. He’d left his tie in the car, but that was all. His unbuttoned suit jacket along with the three undone buttons on his shirt were his only nod to casual.
Were they truly going into a Boardroom scene? A part of her was starting to think this was all a big joke—on her.
Until he turned his gaze to her.
Heat rose up in another rush of oh fuck that left the Libido Bitch cackling.
“Any changes?”
To... Her rules. The answer snapped in, and she nodded. “Just one.” His brow inched up and for some unknown reason, that simple action brought a smile to her face. The tightness eased from her chest. She lifted to raise her mouth to his ear. “Only you can fuck me.”
His hitch of breath sent goose bumps down her neck to pucker her nipples. She hummed her desire, eyes closing as she let the Libido Bitch go. Consequences be damned.
She stepped back only to get lost in the smoky heat of his eyes. She should ask questions. Seek information. Demand...something.
But the trust wove around her to wipe out those nagging doubts. He wouldn’t betray her, nor she him. This—whatever this was—was outside of anything she’d ever experienced. It threaded through her heart and embraced the part of her she so rarely dared to expose.
And he wanted it. Wanted her. Every scandalous desire and lustful craving.
The corner of his mouth turned up before he dipped closer. “No one will dare to fuck you but me.” He blew a line of warm air down her neck, back up. She bit her lip to keep her tremble from showing. “But they’re going to watch every thrust and wish to God it was them sinking into you.”
Well... Okay then. She forced a swallow, her headspace dropping into the world of decadence and lust only he stirred up.
He turned away to give two quick raps on the door. It was opened a moment later, and he led her into the room. The Boardroom.
The shadowed darkness hit her first. A lusty moan second. She blinked, inhaled. The sultry, musky scent was third.
She found the source of the last two as she followed Ryan to the side of the room. A woman was perched in the middle of the large table that ran the length of the room. The dark stain of the wood gleamed even in the low light, the gloss shiny enough to reflect the graceful line of the woman’s back. Her brown skin seemed to absorb what little light there was with the sole intent of preaching its softness.
There were men too, and another woman, standing around the perimeter of the room.
Ryan leaned a shoulder on the wall and urged her to stand before him. A small desk lamp on a back cabinet was the only source of light, leaving their end of the room in the shadowy fringes.
She frowned, a pinch of disappointment seeping through her lust. She’d thought... What? That she’d be the show again? That she’d be the only woman being ravished?
Her naivety was showing.
Ryan slid his hand around her waist, tugged her back until she was crushed to him. “Our turn is coming,” he said by her ear, his hand easing up to caress her ribs.
She had no idea what he meant, but her pussy clenched at the implied promise.
The woman on the table let out another erotic moan. Her head fell back, and she braced a hand on the table. The other was moving between her bent legs, her hips rocking in a suggestive movement.
Oh. Oooohhhh.
Brie sucked in a breath, her weight falling into Ryan even more. This was...
The woman lay back, her black hair spreading over the table in a scattered spray, her dark nipples declaring her arousal. Her hand moved faster between her legs in an urgent rush.
Brie’s pussy contracted yet again, a surge of desire blooming. Ryan eased his other hand up her arm, his fingers playing with her shirt collar. She tilted her head, her focus traveling over the room. The others were tuned in to the woman on the table, lust smoldering on their expressions. The men were all in suits. Some wore ties, others didn’t. The dark outline of the hills, peppered with the twinkle of lights, shone behind them through the windows.
She caught the eye of one man. Her heart sped up in a burst of adrenaline. He was watching them. The awareness blew over her skin in a remembered wave. But it was a hundred times more intense now—with the blindfold off.
Her nipples pebbled into hard points that begged to be touched. She wet her lips, her neck arching further when Ryan trailed his fingers up her throat, back down. A shiver spread from the inside out to sensitize her skin and kick off a rush of longing.
“You like being watched,” Ryan whispered, as he slowly cupped her throat. Heat radiated from his palm, heightening the craving she hadn’t fully acknowledged.
His firm hold sent off another stream of memories and corresponding wants. She relaxed into his touch, thoughts scattering, will fleeing. There was nothing but him now. Ryan.
Her gorgeous, reserved boss.
But he wasn’t her boss in here. No. Here, he was just hers.
He eased his other hand down to skim his fingers beneath the waistband of her skirt. She sucked in her stomach, knees dipping. Her low whimper fell out to float through the room. More heads turned their way, and she noted each one.
Power rolled in to embrace her unspoken want. The lust and desire on every single face fed the Libido Bitch, who refused to back down. It kicked her bravery into high gear and triggered emotions she’d stuffed away after her last trip to the Boardroom.
The slow caress of his palm up and down her throat served as a blatant reminder of who was in control. She reveled in that too.
She let her eyes fall closed, her head dropping back to rest on Ryan’s shoulder. Her hips did a dance of their own as she urged his other hand lower. The outline of his watch imprinted against her palm and ignited an array of erotic memories linked solely to Ryan.
Every part of her begged to be touched by him. Would the others be envious? Would they come watching them fuck?
The thought sent heat blazing through her groin. She ground her ass into his erection. His groan vibrated through her back to set off her own.
“I don’t think I can be gentle,” he murmured.
His warning hiked her need into overdrive. Weeks of pent-up desire fueled by dream-filled nights had her begging to be fucked. Hard. “Then don’t be.”
He whipped her around, crushed her against the wall and claimed her mouth in the next breath. Yes. Yes. God... She opened instantly, meeting every demanding thrust of his tongue. This was what she’d missed. The heat and possession. The frantic longing scrambling for a foothold when there were none around.
Her mind spun. Her breath was lost. And she didn’t care. Ryan was all she wanted. She clung to him, her fingers digging into his neck to draw him closer.
Her blouse was tugged from her skirt, her hands somehow maneuvered and trapped over her head. More. She screamed the plea in her head, her mouth consumed by his. Her verbal skills were diminished to inarticulate sounds. He tore the moans from her with every nip that stung her lips and jaw and each demanding
touch.
“Fuck,” he breathed near her ear. “I’m—I can’t—”
“Don’t,” she managed around a choked exhale. “Give it to me.” He dove in to plunder her mouth with the primal urgency ripping her apart. She tore her lips away, desperate. So damn desperate. “Please.” Now. Soon.
The dark lust swirling in his eyes called to every deviant desire her Libido Bitch released. Being fucked in a room full of watchers was only one of them. Being ravished by him was the main course.
Her breasts heaved with each quick breath and the forced arch of her back. Awareness shimmered over her at the show they’d become. There’d been no handoff or signal, but she knew without looking that everyone was watching them.
He tore through her blouse with hard tugs that sprung each button and wrenched small gasps from her. A devious smirk curled his lips as he slid his hand up her abdomen in a dragged-out tease. He flicked open the front clasp on her bra. Her breasts fell free from their containment, their weight heightened by the need aching within them.
He cupped one, pinched her nipple. Pain-laced ecstasy bloomed across her chest and raced to her pussy. She tried to clench back the rapidly spreading fire, her mouth falling open to catch some air. Any would be good.
“Hold on,” he whispered, dark intent communicating his coming actions.
He released his hold on her wrists, dipped and took a nipple in his mouth before she could process his movements. Her cry split the air with the hit of wet heat and sharp teeth. He sucked hard, pulled back. “Yes.” She clung to his shoulders, her head falling against the wall in complete submission.
She squeezed her eyes closed, lost to him. His hands seemed to be everywhere. Clenching her ribs, digging into her ass, rubbing up her sides. His mouth did wicked, wicked things to her breasts.
Her head swirled with the dizzying rush of intoxicating lust, want and hunger. God. Hunger. She wanted him in her. Around her. Driving until she couldn’t breathe.
Her skirt fell to the floor and she could only pant in approval. Then his fingers were in her folds, stroking her clit, plunging into the ache to stoke it higher.
She squirmed against the wall, struggling to get closer when he held her pinned in place. Her head fell forward, and she lifted her eyelids to scan the room over his head. The ravenous looks answered that decadent call within her. They’d driven those looks to those faces.
Erections were outlined beneath the thin suit pants and no one tried to hide them. There was no need here.
The woman who’d been on the table was now standing, her back pressed to a man, an arm slung back to grip his nape. She met Brie’s gaze, erotic appreciation lifting her lips.
And there was the power. It surged forward to crash with the lust to send her reeling.
Ryan sprung up, claimed her mouth in a hard kiss that left her lips throbbing. This was raw. Wild. And so, so perfect.
She clawed at the fastening on his pants. The belt stuck. She cursed. And then his hands were there, working the buckle free. She yanked his zipper down, dove in to find his erection. Her moan blended with his when she shoved his underwear down and fisted his dick. The velvet heat warmed her palm and sent frantic signals to every desperate cell within her.
His feverish touches and quick kisses matched the hyper beat of the energy coursing through her. She managed two hard tugs on his dick before he knocked her hand away. “Fuck.” The mumbled curse rasped near her ear.
She cupped her hands behind his head, dragged her nails over his scalp, urging him on with the same crazed fire he’d started. He arched his neck, his head tilting back with a strangled groan before he whipped his chin down. The sizzling heat in his eyes scorched the last of her thoughts.
He rolled a condom on, anticipation cresting to please, please, please. He lifted her up and her legs wrapped around him instantly. Her panties were shoved aside and then, finally, he slid into her.
Her vision darkened to Ryan. Just Ryan. And he stared right back through the descent. Her muscles contracted, her mouth fell open, her breath held until her lungs were ready to burst. She gasped for air. His jaw flexed, passion rolling through his eyes along with possession. The primal cry of yes tore through her to latch on to him.
There was no holding back. No walls or boundaries or proprietary rules. Not now. Not when he filled her, clung to her, cried out for her.
Her back rode the wall with each powerful drive into her. She held on, incapable of helping, trusting that he had her.
She tried to raise her eyelids, but they were too heavy to open fully. Her head rolled to the side as she observed the room in a detached way. A couple of men had their dicks in their fists. The two women were being openly fondled by the men behind them, their expressions mirroring Brie’s own lost awareness.
Ryan sucked a hard, biting kiss into the juncture of her neck, dragging a cry from deep in her chest. Her focus zoomed back to him and to the flames threatening to burn her from the inside out.
She arched into him right before she was swung around. Her mind shorted out, her world disorientated until the hard plane of the table hit her back.
He rammed into her. Jarred a gasp from her. “Yes.” That was it. Right there. He nailed her again and again until their frenzied wave of lust swirled with the want and need burning in her pussy. It knotted in her core, growing tighter and tighter.
He took her lips in a brief crush of tongues. His fingers dug into her hips, one hand twisted her nipple.
“Come,” he groaned near her ear. “Clench my dick and show them how beautiful you are.” His teeth sunk into her shoulder, he thrust hard, rubbed her clit and she fell.
The knot exploded in a blinding wave of power and sensation that ripped over her in wave after wave of ecstasy. Her cry rang in her ears and morphed with his growled grunt as he sunk into her one hard, grinding last time.
Her limbs quivered, nerves jumped and hitched in an uncontrolled state as she surfed the dark ripple of contented awe.
That—this—was Ryan. Her Ryan.
And with him she was safe to be this Brie.
Chapter Twenty-One
Sweat slid down Ryan’s temple to catch on the corner of his eye. His breath still burst from his lungs in hard pants that did little to circulate the air. His heart pounded through the warmth that flooded his entire chest, her exhaled breaths matching his own.
He had zero strength or will to move. The wild, frantic sex had released a valve he had no chance of capping. At least not yet. Not when his dick was still entrapped in the warm, clenching heat of Brie. His muscles still trembled in his legs, and he could barely piece together a logical trail of thoughts.
Brie had been amazing—was amazing. Her eyes were blue. A stormy gray blue that’d crashed into his and raged alongside his own wild fall. She’d been everything he’d remembered and so much more. Free. Wild. Trusting.
So damn trusting.
The wonder of that alone humbled him. She’d submitted to his rough treatment and had begged for more.
A long, harsh groan tugged him back to the here. The now. They were still in the Boardroom.
A series of soft slaps indicated that someone else had taken over the show, and the others were still enjoying it.
He lifted. Her limbs tightened around him before they relaxed. He eased from her protective hold, regret eating at his rules.
To achieve success. To earn respect. To be better. To deserve more.
To not feel.
Brie was a gorgeous sight to behold. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, their deep red plumpness declaring the punishment he’d given them. He slicked his tongue over his own that throbbed as he became aware of their soreness. Her blouse was spread wide, the white cups of her bra parting to leave her breasts on full display, dark rose tips still puckered. The color matched the blooming line of bites he’d left down her neck and over her
shoulder.
Possessive pride raged before he could call it back. He dragged his fingers over each mark, awed and proud at once. Her panties were shoved to the side, his dick still encased in her heat.
Regret sucked at his chest when he slid free, a firm hold on the end of the condom. Her soft whimper kicked that sore spot in his chest. The one he didn’t recognize and didn’t know how to acknowledge.
A wet wipe lay on the table next to them, and he didn’t question where it’d come from. Just like he hadn’t questioned the condom that’d been handed to him. He cleaned up quickly, taking care of the condom and tucking himself away. Brie was still lifeless when he finished. Most of the room was focused on the next act, but he caught more than one guy admiring Brie.
He didn’t condemn them for doing so, yet he also didn’t like it. Not now. When she was vulnerable and still so damn trusting.
He scooped her up, her arms and legs coming around him without prompting. She clung to him when he’d thought she was weak and listless. She buried her face in his neck, a soft sniff reaching his ear.
His arms tightened. His heart hitched. That soft little sound tore through his resolve and demolished every damn wall he’d spent years erecting.
He turned to the door. A guy held out her skirt and one of her heels that’d fallen off. He took them, grateful for the assist.
“That was stunning,” someone said quietly as he passed.
“Fucking hot,” another added.
The same guy who’d let them in held the door open as he departed. His smirk and nod had Ryan’s arms cinching tighter.
The door clicked closed behind him and finally they were alone. His lungs filled with air, the tension slipping from his shoulders on his exhale.
Brie snuggled closer to him with each step he took. He hunted for an empty office but gave up when his hold started to slip.
He found a desk with a cleared surface and lowered her onto it. “Brie,” he urged, easing back. “Hey.” He cupped her face, concern weaving in. “Brie.”
Her eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile curling her lips. She looked at him beneath heavy lids, a mellow daze still holding.
