“Sorry I—”
My words died in my throat as I met dark blue eyes. Cole’s gaze bore down into mine. “Trying to run, huh?”
The hatred that covered his chiseled features made me recoil. He let me go, but his body was tense as if he expected me to take off running for the stairs.
I should.
Unbidden, my gaze traveled over his form. I bit down on my lip at the sight of his brawny form clad in a black suit. The jacket covered his thick shoulders. A white tie wrapped around his neck. His hair hung loose much as it had the night before, though it appeared damp, as if he had just hopped out of the shower minutes before. Impossible. His suit was way too crisp, his tie fastened perfectly. The shadow of his beard had been trimmed close to his face. My cheek tingled at the memory of the rough hair rubbing against my skin. My heart jumped into my throat.
“Run? From what?” I furrowed my brow. “It’s just sex.”
I didn’t wait to see his reaction, in fear that he would notice my breath had shallowed to near-panting. I moved past him quickly and headed to the changing room to put down my purse. He was right behind me. I could feel his stare on me like he was physically touching me with his calloused hands. I tried to ignore it, but couldn’t and found myself rocking my hips back and forth as I walked. I could have sworn I heard a groan from behind me, but couldn’t be certain, as we passed through the growing crowd of people.
Everyone was dressed fabulously, women in their most expensive dresses sipped champagne and men in tuxedos and bow ties crowded around chatting with one another out in the lobby. I knew the great ballroom would have even more patrons. Last month the lobby had been decorated immensely for a jungle-like appearance to go with the Avatar theme. This event was a big deal. A great late-night networking opportunity. CEOs from major companies came from all over the country bringing their favorite clients or potential clients.
“Jewel, here you are! Where the hell have you been?” Patricia’s heart-shaped face came into view just as I rounded the corner into the secluded hallway that led to the dressing room. She had a headset on and wore a suit over her frumpy body.
“Sorry, I was running late.” I pushed a lock of my aqua hair out of my face.
Patricia waved her hand through the air. “Doesn’t matter. You’re on.” Her eyes flickered behind me where I could feel Cole’s presence.
I ran my fingers through my hair. “I need to put my purse down and touch up my—”
“No, we don’t have time!” Patricia jerked my purse from my hand and touched her fingers to her headset. “Yes, I’m with the both of them. They’ll be at the grand entrance in less than thirty seconds.” She made a hurry-along motion with her hand before moving off toward the dressing room.
“Looks like we’re on.” Cole’s heated breath tickled my ear. I didn’t look at him, my nerves already flaring.
Don’t let him see how he affects you.
“Let’s just get this over with,” I said through clenched teeth. He didn’t say anything else and I didn’t glance his way. Not until we were standing outside the vast doors that led into the ballroom. The patrons had all been ushered inside awaiting our entrance.
“You’re really dreading this?” His question took me by surprise. I glanced at him to see that he wasn’t looking at me, but staring at the massive golden wrought doors before us. A muscle ticked in his jaw.
“No.”
“You’re not?”
Is that relief lacing his voice?
“It’s a job, Cole. I try not to over-think it.” I could have laughed if I wasn’t so hyper-aware of everything about him. If I was doing anything, then over-thinking was definitely it. Since the moment I read his ridiculous stage name on that piece of paper, he was all I’d been able to think about.
“You should think a little bit though.”
“Huh?” I glanced at him.
He nodded his head at my shoulder, a hint of a smile on his lips.
I glanced down and realized I was still wearing my black sweater. “Shit!”
The massive golden doors started to open as I jerked it off and tossed it onto a small side table. The ballroom came into full view. Chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, glittering in the soft yellow glow of the lights. For the first time in a while the room resembled itself on a normal basis. Abstract modern art decorated the walls and was in bright contrast to the pale colored couches and chairs. A dark marble floor looked flawless with the lights reflecting off it. Long wooden tables were covered in platters of food to both my left and right. Champaign fountains sat in the center of both tables, each over three feet tall with strawberries floating in the bottom tier. I licked my lips.
I could go for a drink right about now.
The crowd fell silent when they spotted us.
“Milady.”
I glanced at Cole to find his arm extended toward me. I took it immediately slipping my hand across the soft material of his suit jacket. Shawn and I had briefly talked about how things would go down, though not in much detail. He had been to every Rapture X party. He knew the natural course of how things went, especially since this theme was simple. No hanging from ropes or fucking upside down while suspended from the ceiling.
“Look at her dress! I wonder where she got it!” a middle-aged woman whispered to a younger one. I smiled at them as we came down the stairs.
Thrift store find, baby. Three bucks.
“Hey honey, you wanna fuck me later? I’ll pay you real good.”
I didn’t even make eye contact with the speaker. Men made comments like that all the time. The first time I’d been mad, but now I was immune. Cole’s elbow tightened around my hand. I glanced up at his towering form. He didn’t return my look, but a frown seemed to be permanently set in his handsome face. He’s going to be buried in my pussy in less than twenty minutes. My heart jumped in my chest.
“I bet his dick is massive.” Giggles broke out to our right.
I glanced over and saw three cocktail waitresses who were each holding trays of hors d'oeuvres, dressed in skimpy suit-like outfits. Jealousy stabbed at my insides. He inclined his head toward them and I couldn’t see his expression.
Does he want them? Will he take one of them home after he gets his check tonight, and fuck them for pleasure instead of just a job?
The questions rattled me.
The crowd parted completely and we reached our destination. A large, antique desk covered in paperwork, a computer, a glass of water, and desk mate full of pens and other odds and ends. I hadn’t been told we were going to fuck on a desk. It made sense though. Fifty Shades of Grey had opened up the world of BDSM, but more than that it had renewed the twenty-first century’s love in the “sexy billionaire falling for the average girl” kind of romance, which is what the “Billion Dollar Sex” theme embraced. I was to be the lucky girl who got fucked on the billionaire’s expensive desk.
He released my arm and walked around the desk. He looked so casual as he unbuttoned his jacket, slid into the black leather chair, and propped his feet up. He acted like he’d done it every day of his life. I stared at him in disbelief. This wasn’t how Vic and I usually worked. Vic would undress me, get me down to my g-string, maybe play with my pussy a little bit, and then I would pull his erection out and suck it. Shawn and I had discussed following the same formula, but it didn’t appear that Cole was interested. What does this mean?
“Are you just gonna stand there?” He quirked a brow and crossed his arms.
The patrons had crowded around, though there was at least ten feet separating them from us on all sides. A ruby red rope hung from waist-high black poles surrounded our little area. At least five security guards stood at the barrier for our protection as well.
As soon as he finished speaking the slow rhythm of an acoustic guitar flared to life overhead. The music was loud around us, but people who moved away from the center wouldn’t be able to hear it as well if they weren’t interested in watching us.
I stoo
d there for a moment letting the sultry music wash over me. A raspy female voice started singing along with the slow beat. Instantly I knew what he wanted. He craved a show. I bit my lip.
He wants me to dance for him? I’ll give him something that will make his dick hard for days.
I dragged my fingers up the smooth material of my strapless dress and wiggled my hips slowly. Men groaned behind me. Cole’s dark eyes watched the movement. When I reached the top where the tight material pressed my breasts together he shook his head back and forth. I frowned. I had planned to slip the dress down slowly. He tapped the side of his head with his fingertips.
Ah, my hair, eh?
There was no mistaking the hunger in his gaze. I had convinced myself that I had imagined it the night before in my loft, but there was no denying it now. Desire burned there in his dark blue irises. That look enflamed my insides sending heat straight to my already sopping cunt. A sense of control slammed into me.
He wants this as much as I do.
Moaning, I trailed my fingertips up my chest, caressed my collarbones and brushed them against the side of my face until I reached the clip that pinned my hair back. Instead of pulling it out I dropped my hands and shook my head at him with a pouty smile. My I’m running this show smile.
I gripped my dress on either side of my waist and shimmied my body slowly while tugging down. The satiny material clung to my skin like a glove, so pulling it down without unzipping it was a hard task, but that’s what I wanted. The fabric pressed hard against the large spheres of my breasts as I pulled, pressing them down. My soft, tan flesh bulged over the material. I kept my eyes on him the entire time. He didn’t look away from me either. His body stayed in its relaxed position, his feet propped up on the desk, and his arms crossed though I could tell he was anything but relaxed. His massive body seemed tense like he was a lion ready to pounce on his prey.
My nipples pebbled, scraping against the smooth material, at the vision of him doing just that. A hiss escaped my lips at the erotic sensation. The beginning of an orgasm built in my core. What the hell? He hasn’t even touched me yet! I tried not to let my surprise show on my face. This man had readied my body to cum without even touching me.
My breasts bounced free of the material. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and watched him drink me in. Does he like? I pinched my hard nipples between my fingers and let my head fall back, a moan escaping my lips. Suddenly, hot hands gripped my shoulders sizzling my skin. Mumbling low words, Cole stared down at me, and then focused on my lips. And for a second, much like last night, I thought he would kiss me.
He didn’t.
Instead, he gripped the material pooled just beneath my breasts with both hands. A ripping sound followed. I stared down in disbelief at the front of my dress, which was now completely severed. He dropped the material on the floor like it was nothing but a hindrance. The crowd gasped.
“Ripper, huh? Now I know where you get your name,” I teased.
He took a step back, ignoring my words, and leaned against the desk, tugging off his suit jacket. He tossed it on the floor with my ruined dress. He held up his pointer finger and twirled it, signaling for me to spin around. I obeyed, turning on the spot, rocking my body to the music. Giving him my back put me face to face with the crowd and only wearing my g-string. Men and women alike stood pressed against the velvet ropes. All of the men I could see had boners in their expensive pants. I gave them all a sly smile and tweaked my pink nipples with my fingers.
Something that sounded like a growl had me glancing over my shoulder. Cole still leaned against the desk, the murderous glare on his face targeted at the crowd. I completed my turn and cocked my head at him.
What’s with that?
I moved toward him and before he could say anything I gripped the dark fabric of his expensive shirt with both hands and tore it open, though I wasn’t quite as effective as he had been with my dress. Only three buttons popped free. My embarrassment at my lack of finesse didn’t last long. He finished the job for me in a smooth move, ripping the shirt off. I stayed in sync with his movement and pushed the material down his shoulders exposing his flawless chest and tattooed arms. I leaned in and pressed my lips against the tan flesh of his pec. A red imprint from my lipstick was left behind. A thrill of pleasure soared through me at the sight. Like I was leaving my mark on him.
“Get on your knees,” he growled.
My shins smacked against the floor, like he was the master and I was the puppet. A thrill of excitement pulsed through me. I pulled at his belt. The hard length of his cock stood at attention beneath the fabric of his pants. My mouth watered. Never had I anticipated seeing a man’s hard rigid length like I did this one. After the belt, I fumbled with the zipper, and then his thick erection was there before me, a shade lighter than his olive skin tone. A broad mushroom-tipped head protruded at the end of an impressive thick length.
Circumcised, just like I thought.
A collective gasp sounded from all around me.
Women ogling him.
I didn’t want them enjoying the view. I didn’t want to share it, so I wrapped my lips around that pulsing length. Cole groaned and his hips jerked forward.
I sucked him deep into my throat trying to take all of him, but it was impossible. His fists clenched on either side of his hips as if he was holding back from gripping my head and forcing his cock deeper into my throat. I moaned at the image, wishing he would. I wanted to swallow him whole.
“Yeah, girl, suck it! I’m next in line!” The slurred words came from my left, but I paid him no mind and started bobbing my head up and down. Cole tensed.
“Yeah, suck it like a good whore,” the man called out again.
“Sir, you’re going to have to step back from the ropes,” a security guard said.
“Nah, man. I’m just encouraging that whore to do what she does best!”
I bobbed my head faster.
Before I knew what was happening I toppled backward on the floor. My butt met the marble, Cole’s cock gone from my mouth.
What the hell?
I turned my head just in time to see Cole’s fist connect with a man’s face. The guy went down like a sack full of bricks, collapsing in a messy heap on the floor. The crowd gasped, someone screamed, and everyone scattered back.
“What the fuck?” Two college-age men came forward against the retreating crowd.
“He punched Craig!” one yelled.
The other swung at Cole’s face, taking him by surprise. His fist slammed into Cole’s mouth, though it didn’t knock him down. People gave them space, not wanting to get hit themselves. More guards appeared. Cole returned the guy’s hit, slamming into his jaw with his clenched fist, sending him sprawling back on the floor. A crack sounded.
“Oh shit!” The other one retreated, clearly realizing the Ripper wasn’t someone he wanted to fuck with. A security guard grabbed him by the collar before he could run. Astonished looks painted the faces of the crowd.
Yeah, cause none of them have ever seen anything like this here.
Cole turned around, his dark gaze met mine, only this time there wasn’t hunger painted on his face, but some sort of vicious feral need. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He looked like an otherworldly beast with his dark eyes, long hair, and ripped to shit body. I sat where I had fallen moments before, watching him, completely enthralled with his fluid movements. His cock had gone limp in the fight, hanging out of his fly, but I watched it come back to life as he moved toward me, lengthening, hardening with each step.
He snatched me up off the ground. “You okay?” He grunted the words. I could only nod in response.
“Good.” He balanced me in one arm and shoved a bunch of things off the desk.
“What are you doing?” Alarm laced my tone even as arousal coated my thighs.
“I’m going to give these people the show they came here for.” He dropped my body onto the desk. I stared up at him in shock.
He’s an
gry?
He moved between my legs and I realized he was taking his pants off. Leaning over me, he reached across the desk and grabbed a foil packet and tore it with his teeth, then shoved the condom onto his rock hard length. Chatter buzzed around us, someone yelled, but I didn’t focus on any of that. The only thing I could see was Cole’s muscular arms flexing as he rolled the condom over his length.
“He’s still going to fuck her?” An excited voice rose over the crowd.
“Oh my God, look at his face.”
“He’s bleeding!”
Cole rubbed his hand over his lip, smearing the blood across his chin in his attempt to wipe it away. He gripped my hips and spread my thighs. He stared down at my bare pussy for two heartbeats before he thrust forward, stabbing his cock into my cunt. He filled me up with every solid inch of him. A whoosh of air left my lips at the rough impact. The walls of my vagina stretched to accommodate his wide girth. He didn’t pause, didn’t wait for anything, just started to move. Intense pleasure ripped through me. I was vaguely aware that the music still played over us, the sultry beat too slow for his fast pace.
“Cole!” I moaned and stared up into his dark blue eyes. The vicious expression on his face made me spread my thighs wider, desperate for him to consume me from the inside out. I don’t know what came over me. I walked into this room knowing that I would fuck him, but I never expected to feel this way. To feel like if he stopped, a piece of me would die. I had to have him until it was over.
“You look at me when you cum.” One of his hands gripped my shoulder while the other palmed one of my tits. Liquid smeared across my skin. I glanced down.
His blood.
The orgasm that had been building since the moment I’d laid eyes on him in the lobby came rushing to the fore. I was close, so fucking close. His relentless pace increased and I thrashed my head, the pleasure nearly overwhelming me. Strong fingers grasped my chin, forcing my head to stop.
“Only me.”
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