He didn’t say anything.
Which forced her to go on. “You go on a date, then come back home and torture me with all the details.”
That was new. Ruby loved having sex with other men, but she wasn’t interested in sharing him with anyone. She claimed she wouldn’t feel special anymore. Their needs were in perfect sync. He didn’t want other women; he needed a woman who made him crazy with her salacious tales.
So why was she offering this now? He didn’t have a clue what her real motive could be. The only way to find out was to take her up on the offer.
He let silence hang in the kitchen five beats longer than necessary, until her smile had drooped fractionally. “That’s a very good idea. We’ll put the shoe on the other foot.”
She shifted her weight to the opposite heel. Her jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. He didn’t admire it about himself, but he felt a note of triumph in calling her bluff. She hadn’t been expecting him to agree. Perhaps she’d thought he’d turn it around and tell her she needed to go out on a date and do it right this time.
“You’ve grown cocky and complacent,” he said, “thinking you can do anything.” He let that sink in. “You need to be taught a lesson.”
She swallowed, backed up. “And then you’ll forgive me?”
There was nothing to forgive. She was the woman he’d invited to live in his home. She hadn’t changed. He simply didn’t like the lie.
Fuck it all, he didn’t like the image of Bradley doing her on the boss’s desk either. Bradley Palmer was the taint. A part of him couldn’t stop feeling she’d chosen the guy for that very reason.
“After you’ve been punished for all your lies, then yes, you’ll be forgiven.” Perhaps this was what they needed: a fresh start with new rules, and more of them.
“When will you do it?” she asked, suddenly avoiding his gaze as she sat once again at the table.
“Tomorrow. I’ll go to the gym.” Saturday morning, the place would be packed. “I’m sure I’ll find a suitable candidate there.” The gym was a meat market, but he had no intention of going on a date or fucking another woman. He wanted only the illusion of it. He hadn’t taken a firm enough hand with Ruby. She needed a lot more controlling. “And in future, I will attend your dates with you.”
Her head shot up. “What do you mean?
He ate, forced a pleasant tone into his voice. “We’ll go to a hotel bar, find a suitable candidate.” He smiled, baring his teeth. “Then you’ll call me up to the room when you’re done. I’ll have you the moment he’s gone.”
Her breath came faster. Yes, new rules would be very good for them. He should have thought that before.
Yet later that night, even after the blow job Ruby insisted on giving him, he couldn’t sleep.
He couldn’t get Jessica Murphy’s face out of his mind or her scent out of his head. He couldn’t stop his body’s reaction to his thoughts. Even after Ruby’s blow job.
Before, Jessica had been an attractive woman: now she was a sexual fantasy.
Something had definitely happened in his office. He feared it wasn’t good for any of them.
Chapter Five
That man knew how to rock her world. Why hadn’t she thought of it before? Have Clay help her pick out a man. Let him wait down in the bar while she went to a room. When she was done, she’d let him lick her, clean her up, then fuck her right into heaven. It was brilliant.
Saturday morning, Ruby sent Clay off to the gym with a condom in his pocket from her very own special stash she used for her dates. He wasn’t going to do a darn thing. He just wanted to punish her by allowing her to think he would.
Things had been getting stale, same old, same old. That’s why she’d noticed Bradley. He’d trailed in her wake like a puppy sniffing at her. He was just what the doctor ordered to spice things up, and it had worked even better than she’d imagined. What she hadn’t realized was that Clay himself needed to be spiced up, too, and her flouting of his rules had given him an excuse to become domineering with her, something he obviously needed at this stage in their relationship. Her only mistake had been letting Jessica Murphy catch her.
Ruby smiled to herself in the mirror as she applied her makeup. What she needed now was something truly extraordinary to make Clay go completely out of his mind. His workout would take at least two hours, especially when he was teaching her a lesson, letting her imagine he was checking out all the gym bunnies. Gosh, he might even be gone three hours, just to push her buttons. It was more than enough time to execute her plan.
She strolled into the bedroom wearing only a pretty white lace thong and picked up her phone.
She typed out a quick text. Get over here. Now. She thought a moment, then typed again. And park down the street. Wouldn’t do to have the neighbors start talking. That would piss Clay off rather than excite him.
But oh, she’d have such a nice surprise for him when he got home. The scent of come all over his bed. Who knew what kind of exhilarating ideas he’d come up with when she gave him the right incentive?
Ruby got so wet thinking about the possibilities that she had to touch herself before Bradley even rang the doorbell.
* * * * *
Friday night, Jessica had gone to bed thinking about Clay and woken up to dreams of him on Saturday morning. She still couldn’t stop imagining them together as she’d dressed in leggings and a long-sleeved T. After pulling her hair back in a ponytail, she headed out for a run before dropping by West Coast to work on those answers for Clay.
She made it as far as the parking lot of her condo complex. Standing beside her car, she made a booty call. “Are you busy?”
Vince’s voice was a low drawl. “No, what do you have in mind?”
“I need relief.”
“I’m at your disposal.”
She’d had serious relationships—the last one ended before she came to West Coast—but she’d never found a man she wanted to marry. Now, she visited Vince when her hormones were raging. When she had to have relief or go mad.
That’s how Clay made her feel. She needed something immense to work him out of her system. Vince would have to do.
She had a key, but she always called first. A few times during their three-year arrangement, they’d taken a break while he dated one girl or another. But he’d never asked for his key back.
She unlocked his door. The apartment was silent, but she smelled the shower and fresh soap as she passed the bathroom. When she entered his bedroom, he was on the bed, idly stroking his cock. Vince was forty-nine, but he had the body of a man ten years younger, and he worked to keep it that way. He reminded her of Clay: his looks, his age, his hot body. Her mouth watered.
“So how do you want it, sweetheart?” His voice was deep; his hair was gray; his cock was thick and long and tasted good. His features were easy on the eyes, too.
“I don’t have much time. I have to go into work.”
“Hard and fast then.”
She thought of Ruby on Clay’s desk. Then she thought of Clay and his desk and what she’d have liked him to do to her yesterday afternoon while his door was closed.
“I want it from behind.” She waggled a thumb over her shoulder. “In your office.” Vince was a contract technical writer. He did most of his work out of his home office.
He smiled. She’d always liked that smile. They’d met at her previous company when he’d done some work for them. They fit perfectly as friends with benefits, but some of his habits would drive her crazy in a boyfriend. Like the way he just up and went on vacation for a month or two. And he didn’t have a 401K or an IRA.
He rose from the bed, sauntered past her through the open door, his cock at the ready. “Do you want to call me Mr. Blackwell while I do you from behind on my big desk?”
Usually his flippancy made her laugh. Vince was the only person in the world she’d ever told about her hots for her boss. He let her play out her fantasies. Today, though, she felt a little raw about it. “No,” she said. “
just do me.” She was already pushing her running pants over her hips.
Vince simply picked her up off her feet, kicked the chair out of the way, then set her down in front of the desk. She liked his height, his strength. Another reminder of Clay. Sometimes he pushed her high up the wall and fucked her like that. Now he shoved her facedown on the desk.
“I’m going to pull your panties down, Miss Murphy, and fuck the hell out of you.” It was their signal, Miss Murphy and Mr. Blackwell, not that she was ever so formal with Clay. Vince was playing him despite what she’d said. With her leggings halfway down her thighs, he bent over her and put his hand between her legs. “You’re wet, Miss Murphy. Were you thinking about this in the staff meeting?”
She closed her eyes. “Yes.”
He played her clit. “I was thinking how I wanted to throw you down on that conference table and fuck the hell out of you, Miss Murphy.”
She moaned. The fantasy consumed her. “Fuck me, Mr. Blackwell. Please.”
“Don’t rush me. I want to play with your pretty little pussy first.”
She curled her fingers into fists as he went down on his haunches and licked her. “Oh God, Clay.” She wanted this. She wanted him. Knowing his kinky desires, talking about sex with him, it amplified her desire.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, Miss Murphy.”
“God, yes.” She kept her eyes closed, holding onto the fantasy as he slid open the desk drawer. He kept a stash of condoms in every room, so he could be spontaneous.
He entered her with a hard thrust and no more preparation than that quick lick along her pussy. Jessica didn’t need it. She jammed her hands down on the desk to push back against him.
“Fuck, you’re hot today, baby. So wet and wild.” It was no longer Vince, it was Clay, his deep tones, his hard cock taking her.
Generally, she needed to touch herself as well, but today, all it took was the incessant pounding of his cock, his deep male voice calling her Miss Murphy, telling her how badly he’d wanted her these last three years, that he couldn’t wait. That she was his. The ripple of orgasm started at the bead of her clitoris, then streaked out like a flash fire through her veins, across her skin.
She gasped as she felt him pulse in her. “Don’t come in me.” She thought of what Ruby said, that Clay loved the scent of come on her. “Do it all over me.”
He grunted, but did what she said, withdrawing, tossing out the condom, then she felt the hot spray of him over her ass. She reached back and rubbed it in. God, Clay would love that. Then she turned. “Let me suck you.”
She went down on her knees to take him in her mouth, gathering the last of his come on her tongue, swallowing it.
She pretended she was tasting Clay.
* * * * *
Ruby had given him a goddamn condom when he left, smiling, shoving him out the door. She was so sure of herself, so sure of him. She wasn’t in the least repentant.
What would she do if he actually used it?
Clay did his usual forty-five minutes on the treadmill. He wasn’t interested in the gym bunnies. If he followed his Saturday morning routine, he’d have done weights, then followed up with the stair climber. Yet he left after his run on the treadmill, Ruby’s condom burning a hole in his pocket.
She had always amused him, yet her antics of the last few days no longer seemed so entertaining. They needed to have a serious discussion.
His Palo Alto home had high ceilings and an open floor plan. Sound traveled. The kitchen, family room, and his office were off to the left. The front hallway opened onto a formal dining room and the living room, with its sixties-style fireplace and flume in the center. When he’d had the place remodeled, he’d preserved the vintage-era feel. The bedrooms—one each for his sons, another he used as an office, and the master—lay to the right.
Sounds filtered down from the bedroom wing.
He wasn’t angry. In fact, he was emotionless. Ruby had done no less than he expected. The hall was carpeted, his footsteps effectively dampened. He wondered idly what position he would find her in.
The king-size bed sat beneath the window, facing the door. Ruby was in the process of executing a reverse cowgirl, legs spread, a cock buried deep in her lush pussy. Clay had to admit, the sight was impressive. The size of Bradley’s cock certainly didn’t match the smallness of his mind. Ruby leaned back, supporting herself with one arm on Bradley’s chest, her vibrator on her clit. Her thighs were taut with effort, Bradley doing all the work, his hands at her waist, his hips pumping.
Eyes squeezed tightly shut with pleasure, she moaned. “Oh baby. Yes, yes.”
He was hard. How could he not be as he watched a gorgeous woman getting fucked, the scent of her sex in the air. Yet, he was also detached. Unmoving. Unfeeling.
“He can’t do you like this. He’s too old. He probably needs Viagra.” Bradley. Asswipe.
Clay had taught her the delights of that position, especially with the vibrator. She came hard when she rode him like that.
“No, never like this,” she agreed, then gasped. “Oh God, you can’t imagine how much better this is than anything he ever does to me.”
Watching, Clay merely breathed deeply.
“I love fucking you in his bed.” Bradley punctuated with a grunt. “You’re going to think about me while he’s fucking you.”
Ruby moaned. Her legs began to quiver, a sure sign of impending orgasm, and sensing it, Bradley pumped harder, pile-driving inside her.
He pondered whether to let them finish. In the end, he decided it was a cheap shot to cut them off right at the best part.
Ruby cried out, wailed, in fact—she’d probably hate knowing she wailed when she came—and humped him. From his vantage point, Clay could see the pulse of Bradley’s orgasm through his cock. Thank God she’d made him wear a condom at least.
“Oh fuck,” Bradley said on a moan, his arms flopping against the mattress, his body going slack, even as Ruby continued to quiver on top of him.
And Clay began to clap.
Chapter Six
Ruby shrieked, and Bradley practically threw her off. Rolling from the bed, he grabbed his jeans and stuffed himself into them without even removing the condom.
“Don’t rush away on my account,” Clay drawled. “Didn’t Ruby tell you I like to watch? Especially since you’re so much better at it than I am, me being so old, of course.”
The asshole yelped his dick caught in the zipper.
“Clay, you scared me.” Ruby put her hand to her chest, her skin still flushed. She didn’t jump for her clothes. All she did was lean back on an elbow, her legs still spread, the vibrator between them. “Why didn’t you work out for your usual two hours?”
“I wanted to come home and catch you in the act.”
She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “I wanted you to come home after it was all over and smell the come on the bed.”
Meanwhile, Bradley had unzipped his cock, zipped back up properly, and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He looked around madly, his chest heaving and his eyes wide when he realized the only way out was through the doorway in which Clay stood.
Bradley looked to Ruby for rescue. “I really should go,” he said.
Clay grinned at him. “Yes, you really should.”
Then he stepped aside, and Bradley ran out as if Clay had lit a fire beneath his ass. He’d certainly never shown that much urgency over his work.
The front door slammed. Clay didn’t say a word in the echo of it.
Ruby pouted. “You spoiled my surprise.”
He didn’t know whether she was pretending that she’d intended to tell him what she’d been doing in their bed, or if she’d truly planned to surprise him with come-scented sheets.
He looked at her, trying to see right into her head. “What part of not in the house and no one at work don’t you understand?”
She flapped her hand at him. “Oh, honey, you know we needed some spicing up.” She wrinkled her nose, then smiled. He’d
never met a woman who could have such down-and-dirty sex and never mess up her lipstick. “I wanted to drive you wild when you got home from the gym all sweaty and sexy.”
She’d broken his rules, fucked on his desk, fucked in his bed, and all with a man he had absolutely no respect for. He understood the real message she was sending. She’d lost all respect for him, too. He’d given her freedom; it hadn’t been enough. Or it had been too much.
“Is that what you do with all your dates, tell them I don’t cut it in bed so you have to find someone better.”
She frowned. “Oh, sweetie.” Then she sinuously rolled to her knees. “It’s not like that. But sometimes those other men need a little building up.”
She didn’t understand at all. The other man was just a vehicle to make sex hotter for them, an outside force that brought them satisfaction. Instead, she disrespected him in order to build them up.
He wondered if his ex-wife had been right all along, that what he wanted was impossible.
“Oh come on, honey baby,” Ruby cajoled. “Come and do me. I sucked his cock. You can smell him all over me.” She ran her hands up her abdomen, plumped her breasts. Then she looked at his crotch. “I can see you want it.”
He was still hard, but his cock and his brain were two different entities. “I’m going to finish my workout.” Or perhaps he’d go to work for a while, read a few financial reports and get himself straightened out.
She tipped her head. “You’re not really mad, are you?”
“Mad isn’t the right word.” He simply had his head screwed on backwards, and he needed some time away from her to figure out what was wrong. Because on the face of it, she was only doing what he’d told her to, adding spice to his life.
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