by Cathryn Fox
Kale rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. The floor-length mirror seemed to catch his eyes. His grin turned wicked. She shivered with excitement, wondering what other fantasy he had in mind.
“I want you on your knees with your legs spread for me,” he whispered into Erin’s ear.
That excited her. “Is this another one of your fantasies?” she asked.
He nodded and smiled that bad-boy smile of his that made her insides melt and her heart turn over.
After he helped her to her knees, Kale straddled her from behind. “You were very naughty for not wearing underwear tonight,” he said, cupping her chin and turning it toward the mirror. “And I told you how I punish naughty girls.” He whacked her ass.
“Oh my,” Erin whispered breathlessly. The slap stung, but she liked it. A lot.
He pitched his voice low and put his mouth near her ear. “You understand I need to punish you, Erin.”
“Oh yes, I understand,” she said eagerly, wiggling in anticipation.
He slapped her with an open palm. Harder this time, leaving her backside warm and wanting. Her knees quivered and buckled beneath her. Had it not been for Kale’s chest pressed against her back, she would have collapsed in a quivering heap.
After another slap, her legs wobbled. Not wanting to break the erotic moment, she fought to remain upright. When his hand connected again, waves of hot desire rushed through her, turning her limbs to pudding.
“I don’t know if I can stay like this,” she murmured, not wanting him to stop but needing him to hold her tightly, to prevent her from toppling over.
He anchored her to him, supporting her. “I’ve got you,” he whispered gently.
God, he was so in tune with her emotions, her needs. Her insides turned to putty. She was amazed at the intensity of feelings he brought out in her. For a brief moment she wondered what it would be like if he weren’t leaving in a month. Wondered what it’d be like if this relationship wasn’t about casual sex. Lord, what was it about him that made her begin to reevaluate dating and relationships?
He tightened his grip on her waist and held her against him while he ran his other hand down her neck and over her breast. He plucked at her swollen nipples. Erin began to pant as his fingers inched lower. Staring at each other in the mirror, their eyes met and locked.
“Spread farther for me.”
Erin opened her legs as wide as they would go and arched into him.
“I can smell your arousal, Erin.”
Eyes fluttering shut, she moaned and wiggled her backside against him. He growled and pressed his cock between her ass cheeks.
His fingers brushed her damp, curly locks before parting her dewy folds. As he exposed her pink, swollen pebble in the mirror, her eyes darkened with heat. He flicked her delicate nub and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Oh God, Kale, that feels so good.” She reached behind her in search of his erection.
He inched away. “Oh no, you don’t. You must watch.” He tilted her head forward again. “This is also part of your punishment. You only get to watch. There will be no touching or tasting for you. Only for me.”
“That’s not fair,” she whimpered her protests, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
“I don’t play fair. I thought you would have figured that out by now.” He stroked her with the lightest caress and she nearly exploded into a million pieces. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his warm breath caressing her neck, making her wild with need.
She began panting. “I want you to make me scream, like you promised.”
He chuckled, his warm breath stimulating her flesh. “Are you hot and wet for me?”
She nodded eagerly.
“You’d better be. If I lower my finger and dip into you only to find out that you’re not dripping wet, you’ll be punished even more.” His eyes flashed with dark, hot passion. God, he looked so wild, so out of control.
“I am wet, see for yourself.” She whimpered and wiggled her backside over his groin, hoping to make him as wild as he was making her. He groaned.
Deliberately slow, he toyed with her, dragging his finger lower, but never touching where she needed it the most.
Her eyes pleading, she met his glance in the mirror. He was killing her with his slow seduction. “Please, Kale. Touch me. I ache so much, I need you to touch me before I go up in flames,” she begged, feeling insanely open and honest with him. She’d never been comfortable enough with anyone to voice her body’s needs, her heart’s desires.
Kale growled and honored her request as he dipped two fingers in her.
She felt her pussy clamp over his fingers as he pushed deep inside her. She closed her eyes and drew in a ragged breath, savoring the exquisite feel of him moving in and out, slowly, steadily.
In no time at all, she could feel her orgasm pulling at her as he kept up the gentle assault. He was raising her passion to new heights just as she’d known he would. Taking matters into his own hands, giving her what she needed instead of worrying only about his own pleasure.
Her head lolled to the side. “You always know how to touch me just right.” She bucked against his hand and felt the wet tip of his arousal against her flesh. “When do I get to touch you?” she asked, breathless.
“Soon, Erin, but right now this is about you.”
He worked his fingers in her as his lips scorched her skin with heated kisses. Her muscles began to clench and undulate. She was on the edge, ready to fall over. Erin cupped her breasts and squeezed, knowing ecstasy was merely a stroke or two away. Moments before she felt herself tumble into euphoria, he removed his fingers.
“No…” she protested. “Don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan on it,” he murmured.
He shimmied between her legs until she was straddling his mouth. He gripped her hips and eased her onto his face where he replaced his fingers with his tongue. His thumb circled higher until he touched her fleshy clitoris. Using small circles, he toyed with her hard nub until she lost her grip on sanity. He pushed his hot tongue deep inside her, stroking her inner fire until that first sweet clench of fulfillment took hold.
Erin cried out as a powerful orgasm rolled over her. She writhed over his mouth and ran her fingers through his hair. “That’s so good.”
He continued to work his tongue over her sex as she rode out her orgasm. “I want to feel you inside me,” she cried, bucking against him. He cupped her bottom in his hands and held her in place. “Please, Kale, let me slide down and put your cock inside me.”
“Soon,” Kale assured her. “I just need to finish tasting your sweetness first.” He feathered his tongue over her pussy with long, luxurious strokes. His tongue felt rough against her overly sensitive clitoris. Once again her muscles began to tighten and swell in bliss.
She palmed her breasts. “Oh God, Kale. I’m going to come again.”
“That’s the plan.” He pushed two fingers deep inside her and applied just the right amount of pressure to her clitoris as she tumbled into her second orgasm of the night.
After Kale had his fill of her sweetness, he rolled her onto the bed beside him. Warmth flooded her as she touched his cheek. He twisted his head and brushed his lips over her palm.
When their eyes met, something intimate seeped under her skin and curled around her heart. Erin blew out a shaky breath and swallowed.
“Kale,” she whispered breathlessly, rubbing her palm over his face. Her voice lodged somewhere deep in her throat.
“Erin…” The way he said her name instantly brought them to a deeper level of intimacy. He leaned into her hand. “I love the way you touch me,” he said. The soft timbre of his voice filled her with solace. When he smiled at her, her heart turned over in her chest.
A cocoon of warmth encompassed her. “And I love the way you touch me,” she returned, acknowledging the rush of emotions turning her insides to jelly.
“That’s good, because I’m far from done.” He smoothed her
hair back and looked deep into her eyes. He pitched his voice low. “Let me grab a condom.”
She nodded in agreement. “Hurry, Kale. I don’t want to wait another second for you to make love to me.” Her voice was husky with emotion.
Make love.
Oh God!
This wasn’t sex. This was lovemaking. She wasn’t naïve enough to believe otherwise.
Nervousness stole over her. Common sense would have dictated she get dressed and run away from him, but since common sense wasn’t ruling her actions, she remained sprawled across his bed. Wide open and vulnerable.
Kale turned sideways and grabbed a condom from his nightstand. She glided her fingers over his back as he ripped the foil package open. With skilled efficiency, he rolled it down the length of his erection.
He turned back to face her. When his gaze locked with hers, she felt so close to him. She wanted to crawl inside him and stay there forever. She swallowed past the lump in her throat.
“Did you want to be on top, babe?”
She felt tightness in her chest, a little to the left. “It doesn’t matter, Kale. I just want to feel you inside me.”
He rolled on top of her and situated himself between her legs. Blood pounded through her veins as his erection probed her slick opening. She thrust her hips forward, forcing his cock to press against her passion-drenched cleft.
He growled, his breath fanning her face. He looked at her with pure desire. “Next time, you can be on top. I want to take you like this for now so I can hold you close and kiss you.”
Next time.
There wasn’t supposed to be a next time.
She made a sexy noise and shifted, bending her legs at the knees, welcoming him into her body. His mouth closed over hers for a soul-stirring kiss as he buried himself in her. The tantalizing sweep of his velvety rough tongue inside her mouth made her shudder.
Heat coursed through her as she wound her hands around his neck and held him close. His thickness pushed open the tight walls of her throbbing pussy. She felt so deliciously full.
He lifted his lips a fraction of an inch from hers and growled into her mouth. “Ahhh, you feel so incredible.” His breathing was labored as he began thrusting. At first his movements were slow and gentle, but when she lifted her hips off the bed to meet his every push, he began pumping harder and faster.
She could feel her orgasm building as his cock caressed her oversensitized hot spot. Her head fell to the side as the pressure grew. She began panting, gasping for her next breath.
Kale buried his mouth in the crook of her neck. A strangled cry sounded deep in his throat as he kissed, licked, and nibbled on her flesh.
Slick moisture pooled on their naked flesh as need consumed them both. She pushed Kale’s damp hair from his forehead and writhed beneath him. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside her, and she knew he was only a heartbeat away from finding his own release.
“Kale, I’m…”
“I know, babe, me too.”
Her senses exploded with the sudden onslaught of pleasure as her orgasm took hold. She dug her fingers into Kale’s back and arched off the bed.
His breath came in a ragged burst as he exploded inside her. She tightened her sex muscles around his cock, milking every last drop from him. They held each other for a long, quiet moment, both needing time to recoup and recover from their mind-blowing sex.
He inched back and gazed deep into her eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, breaking the comfortable silence encompassing them.
She cupped his cheeks and brought his mouth close to hers. She drew a shaky breath and moistened her lips. “God, Kale, that was so…so incredible. “I’ve never—”
He cut her off. “Gone past five minutes?”
She chuckled. “Yeah, that too. But I’ve never had so many orgasms in one day before.”
He brushed her hair from her face and planted a soft kiss onto her forehead. A kiss so full of emotion and tenderness, she wanted to weep.
His mouth twisted and he gave a soft chuckle. His laugh wrapped around her like her favorite cotton robe. She felt so safe, so cherished. So complete. She wanted to stay in the circle of his arms forever.
“Hold that thought, babe. I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured.
She raised her gaze to his. When she looked deep into his smoldering blue eyes, she felt a possessive tug on her heart. God, she could drown in those eyes. She swallowed hard and pushed down the wave of emotions. “I’m not done with you either. Come with me.”
“Where?”
She grinned. “You’re not the only one with fantasies.”
Chapter 9
Sweat beaded on his forehead as life surged into his cock. What was the little vixen up to?
“I’ll be right back.” He made a quick trip to the bathroom to dispense with the condom. After cleaning himself up, he came back with a warm cloth for her. Erin sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him.
“I thought you might want this.” He dropped to his knees, urged her thighs apart, and caressed her swollen sex with the cloth.
“Oh my,” she moaned. As she blew out a breath, her silken curls shuddered. “Is that supposed to be turning me on?”
Kale grinned. “You really are a bad girl, aren’t you, Erin?”
She returned his grin. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” She reached for his hand. “Come with me.”
Kale stood. “I’ll come with you anytime, anywhere,” he whispered, a faint tinge of humor in his voice.
She made a quick trip to the bathroom and grabbed a couple of oversized towels, then guided him to the patio doors off the dining room.
She tossed him a towel. “Wrap yourself. It’s cold out there.”
Erin pulled her thick terry towel over her bare shoulders.
He cocked a brow. “We’re going out there? Naked?”
She nodded.
“Is your fantasy to freeze me to death?”
Standing on her tiptoes, she leaned into him and pressed her lips over his. Her breasts grazed his chest. He loved how free and uninhibited she was with him.
“Hot tub,” she murmured into his mouth.
Understanding finally dawned on him. How in the hell had he forgotten about the hot tub?
Erin inched open the door. Before she could make a run for it the doorbell sounded, stopping them both in their tracks.
Kale glanced at the clock and noted it was nearing eight. He wasn’t expecting anyone. He furrowed his brow. “Who could that be?”
Erin shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Should we ignore it?”
Erin hugged her towel tighter. “I think we should answer. It could be something important for Jay or Laura.”
Kale nodded in agreement. “You’re probably right. Let’s grab a robe.” He turned to face the door. “I’ll be right there,” he called out. He grabbed Erin’s hands in his and put his mouth close to hers. His eyes darkened as he whispered, “Then we’ll finish what we started.”
After they each pulled on a thick terry robe, Erin went and sat on the sofa in front of the Christmas tree while Kale made his way to the front door. He pulled it open and came face-to-face with a UPS courier. In one hand he held a padded manila envelope, in the other an electronic signature device.
“Are you Kale Alexander?” the man asked.
“Yes,” Kale answered, confused. Who would be sending him a package here, tonight?
“Sign here, please.”
Kale signed and accepted the padded envelope. As he made his way to the sofa, he turned the package over in his hand and looked for some indication of its origin but found no return address. “This is strange.”
Erin twisted around to face him. “What is it?”
Kale tore into the package and produced a computer disk. He ripped off the sticky note attached to it. “It comes with instructions to view right away.”
“Who sent it?” Erin asked.
Kale shrugged. “I have no idea. Come o
n, Jay’s computer is in his office. Let’s go check it out.”
Erin grabbed the envelope and examined the package and the metered postage. “This looks like it’s from the lab.”
Seating himself, Kale inserted the disk while Erin stood behind him, watching over his shoulder.
A few key strokes later a blurred video image appeared on the screen. Brow furrowed, Kale angled his head and squinted. “What the hell am I watching?” As the image focused, understanding dawned. “Holy fuck,” he bit out and nearly fell off his chair.
Erin gasped. “Ohmigod.”
He twisted around to see her. Her face paled, her hands flew to her mouth. “Ohmigod,” she repeated.
Kale jumped from the chair. Shock segued to rage as he watched a digital slide show of Erin writhing beneath him in the research room while he brought her to orgasm. “Who the hell…” His gut clenched, along with his fists.
He jabbed the eject button and tore the disk from the computer. He spun back around to face Erin. Eyes open wide, she stood there, slack jawed, staring at the blank screen.
“Erin, what the hell is going on?”
She reached for the envelope and fished around inside until she produced a note. As she scanned the words, her face paled even more.
“Ohmigod,” she repeated, and held the paper out for him. “Lab…recorder…still running…director…distracted…forgot to turn off…Hooker Barbie…watching me…pink camper…run her over.” Her words were fractured and she wasn’t making sense. He was definitely missing something.
Kale dropped the disk onto the desk and grabbed the paper from her hand. He read it once, and then a second time. “Jesus H. Christ.”
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” Erin blurted out, pressing the butts of her palms to her eyes. “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.” She turned her back to him and paced toward the door. “My list of people to kill just grew by one.”
“Where are you going?” He closed the small distance between them, grabbed her by the waist, and turned her back around.
“You read the note. If I don’t step down, Hooker Barbie is going to send a copy of this to the director.” She rubbed her temple and mumbled another round of curses. “Playing sex games in the research room during work hours isn’t going to get me that promotion, Kale. It’s going to get me fired.”
