by Amy Redwood
Holy fucking shit. “Don’t call.” She closed her eyes when he smiled wider, his finger over his mouth, telling her to hush.
“Hi, Randall, how was the flight?”
She opened one eye. He’s bluffing again. He wouldn’t call her brother. Not when she was cuffed and half-naked in his bed.
“Randall, why I’m calling, you wouldn’t believe who bumped into me here in Vegas.” She opened both eyes, staring in his face, and he winked, saying, “Your little sister.”
He’s bullshiting me. She exhaled slowly. “Brian, I’m not falling for that one.”
“No, I have no idea why she’s here…yes, I know it’s her birthday today…wait, I’ll put her on the phone,” he said, walking toward her with murder in his eyes. He held the phone close to her ear.
“Hello? Suzie? Happy birthday. No wonder I couldn’t reach you. What are you doing in Vegas? Hello? Are you there? Hello?”
Randall. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Brian snatched the phone away from her ear, and at least for that, she was thankful.
“Sorry, can’t find her, but I’m sure she’ll be back in a second.” He pinched her nipple.
She yelped as both lust and fear shot through her. What would he do after he hung up?
“Randall, would you mind if I take her out for a few drinks?” He listened and after another moment, laughed. “Better me than someone else, you say? I’m really glad you said that. Okay, speak to you soon.” He snapped the phone shut.
“Brian, I know you’re angry, but—“
“You,” he said quietly, opening the buttons of his jeans, his gaze locked on her face. “I will never take these cuffs off.” His voice was low, rumbling deep in his throat.
She closed her eyes, relieved that he wasn’t about to throw her out of his bed. She heard his clothes dropping to the floor, and she gasped as his hands closed around her knees. He moved between her legs, zipped open her skirt and pulled it down her hips, and moved slightly to pull it over her ankles. Efficient, not playful, and she was glad. With a soft whoosh, it landed on the floor. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down. Her eyes flew open as his erection nudged against her thigh.
He leaned over her, pushed up on his hands. “You’re a bad girl.” He gazed down, his green eyes dark with lust.
“Story of my life.” She arched and rubbed against his cock, getting a low groan from him in return.
“I can’t believe you sent me that email.” He moved his hand between them. “I can’t believe you came here to fuck me.”
He stroked a finger along her folds, making her sigh as lust spread from her clit through the rest of her body. When she gasped, he closed his mouth over hers, taking her breath. He grew heavier on top of her, and she welcomed his weight on her breasts.
He kissed her, deep, his tongue thrusting in her mouth. She moaned and parted her legs farther in reaction of his kiss. His cock, hot and hard, rocked against her, but as much as she shifted, she couldn’t take him inside her. She couldn’t be more ready. Everything tightened inside her, and she gasped, her body so tense, she’d forgotten to breathe.
“Screw foreplay. I want you now.” She arched her hips, knowing he would feel her wetness. “I can’t wait—”
He kissed her mouth shut, and she lost herself in the heat. She sighed when he broke away. He moved down to her breasts, over her stomach, and farther down. His cheek rasped against her thigh, and she thought she would die of sheer pleasure. But it wasn’t what she wanted. “Brian, now.” She wanted him inside her, filling her.
“I want you to scream.” He kissed her clit.
She moaned as his tongue slowly drew circles. “Not enough.” She moved her hips against his mouth. “I need more.” Her hip jerked as he licked her again, and then a finger slid inside her, stroking her, in and out, teasing her with slowness. “Faster,” she said, breathing hard. “You’ll never make me scream at this rate.”
“I’m patient.” He laughed against her skin and trailed kisses over her stomach to her breasts.
No, why couldn’t he stay farther south? “Take the cuffs off,” she whispered, and bit back a gasp when he sucked her nipple. “I’m good on top.”
“I’m sure you are.” His weight pinned her hip down on the mattress. “We’ll do that some other time.”
“If you want me to scream with frustration, you’re getting pretty close.” She drew in a sharp breath, irritation washing over her body.
“I have a feeling you too often get what you want, Suzie.” He moved off the bed.
“Come back!” She stamped her feet on the mattress, causing her body to bounce. “And don’t call me Suzie.” He stood naked in front of the window. Damn, he had a nice backside. He turned around. She sighed. “Come to me,” she whispered, keeping her gaze glued to his erect cock.
“Stop staring with that hungry look in your eyes.” He walked over to his desk and switched on his laptop. He was typing, but she couldn’t see what he was doing.
“Brian, I’m losing my interest here.”
“That’s a lie,” he said, looking over his shoulder, smirking. “I’ll be with you in a minute, and we’ll be working toward your screaming abilities.”
“Empty words.” She almost smiled back at him. “What are you doing?”
“Something I should have done a long time ago.” After another minute, he closed the laptop and turned around. “Where were we?”
She shook her head, not looking at his face. “No idea.” Her fingers twitched as he closed his hands around his erection, stroking it. “I want to do that,” she whispered, faint with longing.
“You’re still staring at me.” He stepped to the bedside table. He opened a drawer. “I’m sure you’ll like this.”
She craned her neck to see what he held in his hands. Something dark, it was a— “I warn you, don’t do that.”
“I think it’s a great idea.” He slipped a black sleeping mask over her head. “Can’t have you looking at me like that.”
Darkness wrapped around her. “You’ll pay for that,” she said as he moved his hands over her body, and she closed her eyes beneath the blindfold.
His breath feathered over her skin. Tickling, he made her laugh out, and a moment later, turned that laugh into a gasp. Unable to anticipate his next touch, her breath skipped. He switched from soft kisses to hard strokes. Gave her sharp nips along her neck. She bit her lip, denying him the satisfaction of hearing her moan. His finger slipped inside her pussy, stretching her. She swallowed her cry. She drew in the scent of his skin when he kissed her, heard his low growl as she bit his neck. Heat built and he whispered in her ear everything he did, how tight and wet she was, how hard she made him, and that he wanted her to scream for him…
She moaned when he stopped, and inhaled sharply when he licked her clit, his mouth sucking gently, making her shudder. His tongue flowed over her skin, bringing her slowly to the edge, holding her there. “More,” she breathed, her heart pounding while she turned to liquid under him. Soft ripples of pleasure vibrated through her body. She arched against him, lifting her hips. Almost there, almost there… “Harder,” she gasped, twisting, her thighs clenching around his head. He gave a low, rough laugh, spread her legs wider, and covered her with his hand, pressing hard on her clit. Pleasure, hot and sharp, shot through her, and she sucked in air.
“Please,” she breathed as he leisurely moved his thumb around her clit. He pushed his finger into her with a sudden thrust that made her scream out.
“That’s a start,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Her breath came ragged and she shuddered as his hands slid up her body. She throbbed with need. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” He shifted away, the desire in her so intense it was almost unbearable.
His hands closed around her wrist, and her heart skipped as metal snapped open. For a second, she didn’t move. Then she ripped the mask from her face and jumped at him, raining blows against his chest.
; Laughing, he caught her wrists. “Stop, or I’ll tie you up again,” he said and released her.
“Hope you have enjoyed that.” She rubbed her wrists, glaring at him. “Because you will never do it again.” She exhaled and pushed him once more. “You’ll never tie me up again.” She shrugged out of her torn blouse and stretched her arms, the feeling of being free unbelievably good.
“We’ll see.” He took her into his arms. “I’m stronger than you are.” He forced her arms behind her back and pulled her on top of him. “I can do what I want with you," he said, but let her escape.
“You wouldn’t,” she said quietly and moved between his legs. She closed her hand around him and stroked. Hearing a strangled sound from his throat, she licked along the shaft of his cock, swirling her tongue around the thick head. A thrill slid down her spine, hitting her core. She took him into her mouth and was rewarded with a deep groan that spiked her arousal to an excruciating level.
"Ah, fuck, stop." He sank his fingers into her hair, pulling her up, and she straddled him, the heat of his cock pressing against her. He made a raw, smothered sound and wrapped his hands around her ass, lifting her. “I should have told you to wait only five years.”
She cried out when he slid his cock hard up into her. Clenching him tighter, she rocked against him, welcoming him with slick heat. She kept her gaze on his face as she moved her hips up and slowly down, and his low groan almost sent her over the edge. She tipped her head back, riding him faster. There… The heat inside her coiled tighter and she heard her own breath quicken. There…almost there. She moved faster, feeling sweat form between her breasts and leaned down, sliding against the full length of his naked body.
With a curse, he closed his hands around her hips, slowing her movements. She laughed, fighting against his grip. His arms closed around her as he kissed her deeply, taking her breath away. In one swift move, he rolled her on her back. She cried out as he pulled out of her, and then gasped as he sucked at her nipples. The sensation shooting from her breast to her pussy was so strong she nearly came. With a strangled cry, she tangled her fingers in his hair. “What the hell are you waiting for?” She arched against him, her orgasm so close, it was agonizing.
His gaze found hers, and he rested his head on her forehead. “Susannah,” he murmured, his body pinning her down.
Her breath caught in her throat as she stared up at him, feeling him hard against her. She moaned, rubbing against him. “Now,” she gritted, “or I’ll come while you just look at me.”
He thrust inside her in one smooth stroke. “Ah, fuck,” he groaned as she locked her legs around him in a tight grip, taking him deeper. She buried her head against the side of his neck as he moved, each thrust taking her closer. There, ah, yes, there… She shut her eyes, giving herself up to the friction. He thrust harder and faster, his cock pounding into her, making her come so hard, she screamed. She clung to his shoulders, riding her orgasm, and another cry tore from her lips as she came again in a smaller surge of pleasure.
“Love your voice,” he said as his thrusts grew ragged. With a rough shout, he grabbed her hips and she could feel him throb inside her pussy as he came.
She smiled as he collapsed on her, his weight deliciously heavy. He kissed her shoulder, slid off her to the side, and cool air caressed her hot skin. For a moment, she listened to their breathing then turned her back to him. His arm settled around her, pulling her closer to him, and she leaned her back against his chest.
“What’s the time?” she asked, breaking the silence.
He propped himself up on his elbow, saying, “Having another date later?” He checked his watch. “Close to midnight.”
“Good. I wanted you on my birthday, not the day after, but you managed on time. Well done.”
“I feel used.” He pinched her bottom. “Will you at least stay for the rest of the night?”
Rest of the night? That wasn’t in the plan. I should get dressed and leave. She sucked in her lower lip. She could stay a little longer. But what good was it to stay for the rest of the night, only to leave him in the morning? I would be twice as lonely.
She stared at him, her throat too tight to speak. Oh, damn, suck it up. “The stay-for-breakfast routine doesn’t work for me.”
He slid his leg across hers then rolled on top of her again. “Ah, you’re a tough girl.” He sounded amused, pinning her down with his weight. “Did you even book a room in this hotel?”
“Of course I didn’t book a room here,” she said, seeing no point in lying. “I didn’t know where you would be staying. But, I really do prefer to sleep naked.”
“I can tell you, that line almost killed me.” He kissed her nose, which made her smile. “If you don’t have a room, where are you going now?”
“Not your problem.” Her gaze fell to her blouse on the floor. “You ruined my clothes.” The fabric was beyond repair. “How am I supposed to walk out here? Topless?” Well, without the blouse, I can hardly leave now.
“You can have my shirt.”
Great, he couldn’t wait to get rid of her. She closed her eyes, trying to soak up the feeling of having him in her arms so she could revive it when she was alone again. She had come to Vegas for one night only, and she had gotten her wish. I have absolutely no reason to feel depressed.
“I want to go.” She pushed herself up on her elbows, untangling her legs from his.
“No,” he said, kissing her, slowly, taking his time, and she wrapped herself around him, kissing him back with too much hunger, admitting that she really didn’t want to go. His hands wandered over her skin, stroking new heat in her. With a shudder, she broke the kiss.
“Let me go.” She pushed at his shoulders, wanting to pull him close instead. He didn’t move an inch, just smiled at her. His smile suddenly took her breath away. She’d slept with Brian. She might need some time to grasp the fact. He still holds me in his arms, but now I lose him. Her heart twisted, and she closed her eyes. She had to get out before she embarrassed herself and, heaven forbid, started crying. She wouldn’t tell him how much she wanted him to whisper her name again. She gave him another push. “Brian, would you mind not making this harder for me?”
“And here I was thinking that you’re a tough cookie,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “But you’re not so tough after all.”
She flinched. “Fuck off.”
“I haven’t told you yet that I’ll be leaving Vegas tomorrow morning.”
“Didn’t you say something about an important meeting?”
“I’ll send my secretary, you know, the one I sleep with, to the meeting. I’m off to another destination.”
“Good for you,” she said, keeping her voice light.
He looked at her, saying, “You don’t want to know where I’m going?”
“Where?” she asked exasperated, desperate to leave before she broke down.
“Hawaii.” He kissed along her jaw. “Diving.”
“Really? Why?” She looked into his eyes.
He smiled. “Really. As for the why…you told me I’m a self-important jerk. Incidentally, you were right. I think”
She gave a short snort. “I was right. I’m also right when I tell you to let me go.” She pushed against his chest. “Get off me.” When he complied, she sighed. She was free to leave. I’ve never confused sex with love before, so why start now? She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and fished for her shoes with her toes.
"You are beautiful, do you know that? You looked like a black goddess in my bed." He traced along her spine. "A slightly naughty goddess, though."
She heard the warmth in his voice and her throat tightened, tears burning at the back of her eyes. "No need any more to sweet talk to me, sweetie. You've already fucked me."
“I booked more than one ticket.”
Why the hell did he think she wanted to know more about his vacation? “Brian, I don’t care where or what you—“ She had just slipped her left foot into her right shoe when his words hit home. �
�Why exactly are you telling me this?” Kicking the shoe off, she shot him a searching look over her shoulder.
He moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle. “I want you to come with me.”
“I’m not interested.” Hah, what a lie.
“I’ll marry you tonight if it would help you decide,” he said, his face buried against the side of her neck. “Damn, you smell good, Susannah.”
She stood up so abruptly, she twisted her ankle stepping on her shoe. “Brian, we only had sex, no need to overreact.” She glared down at him. He couldn’t be serious, could he?
“It’s Vegas, honey.” He winked. “And have I told you about my intuition yet? Helped me close great deals. Never failed me and—“
“I’m not a deal you’ve a good feeling about.” Holy shit, she'd found someone even more nuts than she was. And I love him for it. She crossed her arms over her breasts, feeling his gaze running over her body and knew that now was her time for revenge. Now, with him wanting her badly, wanting her to stay with him. If she turned him down and laughed, she would pay him back the insult he gave her ten years ago.
Then again, there’s a sweeter form of revenge.
She smiled. “So, how bad do you want me to come with you?” She took his still full whiskey glass from the table and drained it, then took the handcuffs from the bed. “Would you like to try these on?” She dangled them in front of his face.
He paled. “Absolutely not.”
“Well, then you’ll only need one ticket. But if I can have you under me, all nice and secure, for the rest of the night…”
“I’d rather marry you.”
“Let’s take this slow, will you?” She bit her lip to keep from smiling, shaking her head. “I promise you’ll like it. Though, if you don’t want me to go diving with you…” She leaned over the bed, deliberately brushing up against him, and searched for her panties, knowing that they were on the floor. “Have a good trip, Brian, and have a nice life.”
