by C. M. Albert
He leaned over the table, his slick chest rubbing against Lexie’s back. He circled her with his arms and cupped her breasts, massaging them as he licked the sweat off her shoulders. “God, you’re fucking hot,” he growled at Lexie.
She chuckled. “I thought I was sweet.”
“Christ. You’re that too,” he said, laughing. He rose, helping Lexie stand, as well. He motioned to Lucy and asked her to bring him the tray of fresh berries and some more white chocolate. He wrapped one arm around Lexie’s waist and dipped a strawberry in the warm chocolate for her, coating the base. “You are absolutely incredible, Lexie. Do you know that?” He placed the strawberry to her equally plump lips and pushed it in.
Her eyes never left his as she bit, savoring the sweet taste of chocolate and strawberries. She licked her lips as the juice ran over. “I do,” she said, nodding.
Alec laughed. He appreciated a confident woman.
That’s when he noticed a small tattoo running along her clavicle. It was a thin, delicate arrow with a fancy feather design at one end and “still I rise” in cursive along the arrow’s shaft. Indeed, she does, Alec thought, admiring the strong woman before him.
“You promised I’d get a chance to taste something sweet from you,” Lexie reminded him.
Alec asked Lucy to fetch a warm washcloth as Lexie dipped a finger into the bowl of white chocolate, bringing it to his mouth. She painted Alec’s full lips before leaning forward to suck the chocolate off.
He knew their time was almost up, but he didn’t care. He’d wanted to feel her lips around him from the moment he walked in and saw her lying on the table, her mouth a sinfully sweet dessert itself. When Lucy returned with the washcloth, he had her wash his cock off for him while he kissed Lexie, tugging and pulling at her bottom lip.
When Lucy was done, Lexie picked up the container and poured the remaining thick, warm chocolate over the tip of Alec’s cock. He gasped when the heat of the liquid met his soft, clean skin. Lexie bent her knees and immediately took him into her mouth to sooth the pain with her wet tongue. The pleasure sent tidal waves of lust throughout his body. He’d never had anyone do that to him before, and the sensation was just as thrilling as he’d imagined it to be. He’d have to remember that for another day.
He pushed his hips forward and slid into her mouth, grabbing her soft curls as he did. She eagerly took him all the way in, sucking his shaft and the tip of his head like an ice cream cone she was sneaking on a hot summer’s day. She cupped his ass and took him deeper into her throat, loving the soft texture of warm skin covering the hardness underneath.
“Lexie,” he growled in warning, “I didn’t think I’d come again so fast, but Jesus, your mouth is a wonderland.” He slid in and out while holding Lexie’s head in place, his eyes raising to meet Lucy’s. He could tell she was hot with excitement, even though she was only allowed to watch.
His eyes never left Lucy’s soft green ones as he fucked Lexie’s mouth. He watched as she sucked the corner of her bottom lip in, biting it to remain neutral. Her body arched ever so slightly and Alec nodded, watching as relief washed over her face. She brought her hand down under the sheer skirt of her maid uniform and began to rub, even as Alec quickened his pace. Lucy closed her eyes, letting her head drop against the wall as she worked furiously. Alec was no monster. He knew she was going to need relief one way or the other after watching so dutifully today.
He raised a single finger to his lips and mouthed “Shhh” to her. Lucy nodded, parting her lips, her body shaking as she orgasmed silently, Alec’s eyes never leaving her busy hand.
It was all he needed. He felt Lexie’s teeth scrape against his shaft, sending shivers down his body as he exploded, bellowing out—this time with Lexie’s warm tongue wrapped around him. She looked up at him with those stormy fucking eyes and grinned, raising to her feet and licking him from her lips.
“Delicious,” she said, even as the bell chimed, signaling their time was over. Lexie ran her nails down his chest and to his waist, leaning in for one last kiss on her way out. “Thanks for showing me how sweet it could be, Sir,” she said with emphasis. “And for making new memories to replace the old ones.” She winked at Alec and sauntered out, her head held high, her large brown hair bouncing as she disappeared through the dining room doors—like a boss; he grinned.
Alec looked around at the mess and laughed. Strawberries, white chocolate, and rose petals covered the floor around the table as if there had been a massive food fight. He caught Lucy’s eyes as he examined the carnage. Her chest heaved from her small release, but her eyes were aroused like a caged tiger in heat.
It was the least he could do . . .
“Follow me, Lucy,” Alec said. He made a quick call to his concierge and led Lucy into the bathroom. If he had to shower anyway, he might as well have some fun doing it.
The warm water fell like a kiss from heaven over his tired frame. His body had taken a beating today on the court, and a sweet lashing while ravishing beautiful Lexie. As his muscles loosened under the hot spray, he pushed Lucy up against the shower wall, her hands pinned over her head. He pressed his new hard-on against her flat stomach and leaned forward, grabbing her earlobe between his teeth while biting down.
“You’ve been a very faithful servant, Lucy. It’s time to receive your bonus,” Alec said, dropping to his knees. He pushed her legs apart and inhaled deeply. She smelled like a warm cinnamon bun, and he couldn’t wait to taste her.
God it’s good to be the boss, Alec thought as he leaned forward and began his second round of dessert that day.
10
Callum
CALLUM STRETCHED OUT on the long white sofa like a lazy panther who had just finished bathing and was now luxuriating on a rock in the mid-afternoon sun. Rays of warm light streamed in to the White Room, but frosted windows hid the spectacular views of the city. One of the perks of the penthouse wasted, but for good reason.
Though, as Callum studied the frosted glass, a gleam came to his eyes as he imagined all the dirty ways he could pleasure his partner up against the cool surface of the tall glass windows. A cocky grin spread over his face as he rubbed his jawline, contemplating his options as he stroked his newly acquired beard.
The doors to the White Room opened and the blonde who sashayed through the opening nearly stopped his heart. Callum wasn’t one for romance and fancy words, but she was literally like a ray of sunshine brightening the room even further. He took in the sleek, shoulder-length hair and the cute little bounce in her step. She was wearing nothing but a man’s white dress shirt and a pair of black panties. Though one button held the shirt together at the center, he saw perfectly round tits beneath the crisp, white cotton. She was carrying an expensive camera in one hand, and fuzzy white handcuffs dangled from her wrist.
Callum was rarely at a loss for words, but he suddenly felt very, very parched. Luckily, the looker was also a talker.
“Mr. Davenport, I presume?” she asked, crossing the room to where he sat reclined. It wasn’t his real last name, of course, but he nodded. She offered her hand and Callum was surprised when her shake was strong, firm, confident. “I’m here to take some press release photos of you today, at the studio’s request. Shall we get started?”
This had to be her fantasy, because it sure as hell wasn’t his. He yanked her by the hand, forcing her to sit on his lap and face him. Her brown eyes flashed hot with passion—or irritation—but she said nothing as she stared back at him. The rise and fall of her chest was the only sign that her heartbeat had quickened. In Callum’s job, it was life or death to notice the details. He wanted to reach out and feel the thump-thump of her racing heart under his palm.
He focused on her words instead. “The studio got it wrong,” he growled, his faint Scottish accent making him sound even more menacing. “I don’t do photos.” That’s all Callum needed. Even if it was just for fun, there was no way in hell he could risk a real photo being taken with his profession.
He
slowly slid his hand under the starched white cotton, dragging it up her bare side to the gentle curve of her breast. He didn’t touch her fully, just traced his fingertips along her skin, teasing. “Why don’t we switch roles and I’ll take a few pictures of you, instead? Ever dream of being a pinup girl?”
She licked her lips, just inches from his. “I’m the photographer, not the model,” she retorted. “But I suppose I could let you take one or two. You know, for your personal collection.” She winked as she started to stand, but he yanked her back down, pushing into her with his hips as he settled her onto his lap. And his hard-on.
Callum ran his other hand along the side of her face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her skin was flawless, making him question just how young she really was. “What’s your name, princess?”
She wrinkled her adorable nose. “I’m hardly a princess. I’m just here to do my job, Mr. Davenport. Then I’ll be on my way.”
Callum stood, lifting the woman on his lap with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist so she wouldn’t fall, and he quite liked the feel of her warm center pressed against his bare stomach. “Drop the camera,” he ordered. She scowled but conceded, letting the camera fall to the couch.
“If you’re just here to do your job, then why do you have handcuffs?” He carried her across the room to the very window he’d been contemplating just moments ago. “And who are you?” he asked, pushing her back to the cool glass and pinning her.
“Who do you want me to be?” she challenged.
Callum dragged his eyes over her full lips, her straight white teeth, the dimple framing her saucy mouth. He wanted to take her chin in his mouth and suck on it. It was defiant, wealthy. You could always tell someone who came from money and those who did not. Callum fell into the latter category, but he saved every damn penny so he could fuck those who did.
“Summer,” he said, pressing his muscular frame closer so they were now chest to chest.
“Cute,” she said dryly. “Because I’m such a little ray of sunshine?”
Callum couldn’t tell if she was playing the role or just being sarcastic. “No. Because I lost my virginity to a girl named Summer and you look just like her,” he said, shutting her up. That part was true. And he’d never admit that she did, in fact, take over a room like a bright ray of sunlight. He’d lose his fucking mancard.
She ignored his retort. “So, why exactly do you have a problem with me taking your picture, Mr. Davenport?”
“Do you always talk this much?” Callum asked, snarling. He closed his mouth over hers to silence her. There was no way she was getting a picture, fantasy or not. As an undercover officer, he couldn’t take that risk—it would ruin him.
Her tongue was quick, demanding. She tried to take control, drawing his thick tongue in and sucking it seductively as if it were something else. He’d give the hot little minx something to suck on later. She tugged at his lower lip before releasing it, running her mouth over his sexy, thick beard and down his neck.
“Enough!” he said, lowering her to the floor so he could remove the only thing he was wearing—his jeans. She stood against the cool, frosted glass, the white shirt now unfastened. Callum swallowed, nearly coming undone as he studied the curves of bare skin that peeked through. His eyes worshipped every inch of her body as he dropped his pants to the floor, kicking them to the side. He watched as Summer raked her eyes over his body, lust clouding her eyes as she made her way down.
“Summer,” he whispered, leaning in, “you’re in for a ride today. And you’re not the one who’s calling the shots, got it?” His hands went up and held both sides of her face as he kissed her, taking charge. Their tongues danced and jockeyed for alpha position, her hands going to his bare chest as the pace of their kiss quickened. He hoisted her back up so she was straddling his waist once again, her legs wrapping around his back.
“Callum—” she started, then quickly lost her thought when his hands slipped between her legs and slid her panties to the side. His fingers brushed her warm center, her viscousness telling him she was more than ready.
“I usually like a lot more foreplay than this, but ever since you walked through that door, I’ve been wanting to do this,” he said. He guided Summer down his shaft, burying himself deep inside her. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he grabbed her ass, raising and lowering her back and forth on his cock. She ran her tongue up his neck and around the folds of his ear. Jesus! That was his weak spot. Not many women took the time to find it, let alone to zero in on it so fast.
She gasped when he plunged even deeper inside in slow, steady thrusts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her backside for leverage. “Do you like that?” he grunted, slowly pulling out. She locked eyes with him, nodding. “Then tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”
She batted her mischievous brown eyes at him, cocking an eyebrow. “But—didn’t you just silence me with your mouth?”
He pulled out and slammed back inside her, causing her to moan as her head fell back against the glass. Callum leaned over and licked along her collarbone, wanting so badly to get one of those perfect, puckered nipples in his mouth.
Get it together, man! Callum thought as he plunged deep inside her, riding her hard as she bounced up and down on his cock. At this rate, he wasn’t going to last very long. And he wasn’t a newb in the White Room. What the heck was wrong with him today? It was as if he lost control the minute Summer strolled in, all that expensive blond hair shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. He pressed her back against the cool glass, one hand on her ass, the other flat against the wall by her head. He took a deep breath and slowed his pace, growling in her ear. “What the hell are you doing to me, blondie?”
Summer chuckled, low and sexy. “Yeah, this isn’t going exactly how I planned either. Let me down, so we can slow this down. That’s what was on the agenda today. A little role play, soft and slow.”
Callum was confused, but he pulled out, lowering Summer to a stand. Her expensively manicured nails explored the flat planes of his stomach, over the sculpted ridges of his chest. “Wow,” she breathed, stepping back. She ran a hand over her hair, smoothing it out. She was still wearing that sexy white shirt, but it was sliding off one shoulder now.
Summer lifted her gaze to meet Callum’s intense scrutiny, her eyes flashing with heat as she stepped back, putting some distance between them. “Okay . . . let’s slow this down and take this into the bedroom, shall we?”
“Why the bedroom?” Callum asked, stepping forward and brushing up against her body. He lifted his hands to her bare chest, noticing her nipple rings for the first time. He tugged one, watching as her eyes closed and her chest rose to meet his hands. “You like that?”
Summer nodded, swallowing. “I’m here to make you slow down, Callum. You promised a previous client you would make love the next time, and she wanted you to see it through. This afternoon is on her. She insisted you let me take the lead and make love to you. I’m doing a pretty lousy job so far,” she said, her laugh a little shaky.
“What did you just say?” Callum asked, stepping back and looking down at Summer, his alarm bells firing. “Why would you be talking to any client I’ve slept with? That’s a huge breach of contract.” A darkness crossed Callum’s eyes as he considered the ramifications. “Has anyone else discussed this?” he demanded.
Summer shook her head. “Sorry, let me back up. Can we go to the bedroom though? I’d like a glass of wine and we can sit and talk before, well . . .” she trailed off, blushing, even though he’d just been buried deep inside of her. His cock tightened remembering the way she felt wrapped around him, but there was no more fucking till they got to the bottom of this.
He rubbed his beard, considering. Then nodded. It didn’t matter where they talked, as long as she came clean.
When they entered the bedroom, he noticed a bottle of red and two glasses on the mirrored vanity. There was also a brush, a bottle of perfume, and makeup s
cattered over the surface. Summer poured the wine as Callum paced the room. He accepted his glass and took a healthy sip.
“Spill it,” he said as Summer coolly sat down on the vanity’s stool and gazed into the mirror.
She carefully removed the handcuffs from around her wrist and set them next to a row of makeup brushes. Summer lifted a bottle of Eros and applied a light spritz before picking up the brush. “Have you ever brushed someone’s hair, Callum?” she asked, evading his question.
Callum took another sip and met her eyes in the mirror, narrowing them. In his line of work, he was a master at cuffing someone before they even knew what was happening. Even though these were just toys, he was tempted to wrap her hands behind her back, secure her with those damn fuzzy cuffs, and interrogate her hot little body with his tongue until she confessed.
“Come, brush my hair for me and I’ll tell you what happened,” Summer offered.
Callum rather liked his idea better, but he walked over and set his wine down next to hers. The white dress shirt was all but falling off, and he couldn’t help but trail his fingers over her delicate shoulders. Her skin was softer than any he’d ever touched. Jesus, she must be rich. Without thinking, Callum ran his fingers over her thick wall of hair, lifting a soft strand and smelling it. Yep, grapefruit. He thought he’d smelled that earlier when he’d had her pushed up against the window.
Summer handed him the brush and asked, “Will you brush it for me while we talk?” Callum had something else in mind he’d rather do with the paddle brush. Something a little less intimate and intimidating. “It’s okay, Callum. It won’t bite.”
He felt silly, but he reached out and ran the brush over her hair. She closed her eyes and let out a sexy purr. Even though he just wanted answers, he’d do just about anything to hear her purr like that again.
“My real name is Arianna. Please don’t share that outside this room. Names are still forbidden. I work for the White Room as the director of client experience. And my godmother owns the business now that her husband passed away.”
