Revenge Sex: A West Coast Hotwifing Novel, Book 1

by Jasmine Haynes

  She smiled at him slightly, feeling something melt inside her as if she’d been in deep freeze, and finally, someone had found a way to thaw her out. “Yeah, that whole thing about men not wanting to analyze their emotions.”

  He laughed softly. “We don’t even like to admit we have them. But I knew you’d have to understand it.” This time he cupped her cheek, held her more tenderly with that small touch than when he’d been buried deep inside her. “Let me tell you.”

  “All right,” she said, leaning into his palm.

  “It’s something we share. I’m thinking of you, you’re thinking of me. The other man is just a vehicle that makes it hotter, better, mind-blowing. He’s an outside force that brings us together explosively. And when you come back to me, it’s like you’re saying all over again that you’re mine. That you’ve tasted and touched and had, but you still have to come back to me. You need me. I wanted that with my wife, but she hated me for it. I tried to have it with Ruby, but I didn’t feel enough for her to achieve the connection I was looking for.” He leaned close to touch his lips to her forehead. “But with you, it short-circuited me. It turned everything upside down. I wanted you, but one of us would have to leave. I couldn’t ask you to do that. And I couldn’t do that to Holt or West Coast. So I decided we had to stop.” He folded her into his arms. “Only I can’t stop. I’ll leave West Coast if that’s what it takes to have you. And I’ll keep wanting you to drive me crazy with other men, but I also realize that the fantasy you made up with that guy in the hotel was just as fucking powerful as the real thing.”

  For the first time, she allowed herself to hold him as closely as he held her. He loved her. He really did. “I’ve had the interview. I’ll get the job. And I’ll do just as well there as I’ve done at West Coast.”

  He pulled back. “I can’t force you to make the sacrifice.”

  “I’ve already made it, Clay. I don’t want to be controller at West Coast with someone else at the helm. This is the better way.”

  “Jessica—”

  She put her fingers to his lips. “Shut up and make love to me.” Love. She’d said. It had been lying dormant in her for three years, but now she felt it bursting free inside her.

  “Fuck yes,” he whispered.

  She pushed him down onto the carpet next to the coffee table.

  “What about the bed?” he asked, already pushing up her T-shirt.

  “Too far away.” She unbuckled his belt, then leaned down for a quick kiss. “I need you inside me now.”

  “I’ve got a condom in my wallet.” He shoved her T-shirt up over her breasts.

  She laughed. It felt real, good, honest. “You were sure of yourself.”

  “No. I simply had no intention of letting you go no matter what I had to do.” Then he pulled the cup of her bra down and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh God,” she murmured, savoring the warm, wet feel of his mouth. “I love sex with you.” He groaned his agreement against her nipple. “Take my pants off,” she demanded. It felt glorious to ask for everything she wanted.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He shoved her sweats down, taking her panties with them. They rolled around inelegantly on the carpet, getting naked, laughing, tasting, teasing, finding the condom, putting it on.

  “Oh yes.” Straddling his hips, she held him in her hand. “Did I tell you what a magnificent cock you have?”

  Clay chuckled. “Yes. But feel free to say it again.”

  She squeezed until he groaned. “It’s the biggest, fattest, juiciest, hottest.”

  He growled. “Take me, baby, I’m yours.”

  Then her cell phone rang. It sat on the coffee table right beside them. Jessica froze when she read the caller ID.

  “It’s him, isn’t it,” Clay said.

  Jessica licked her lips. Talk about bad timing. But she nodded.

  One hand on her hip, his other hand on his cock, stroking her with it between the legs, he said, “Answer it.”

  Very slowly, she reached out, picked up the phone, pushed the button.

  “Got time for a booty call?” Vince asked.

  Clay held her steady, his cock at her entrance. His gaze was just as steady on her.

  “How about some phone sex?” she countered.

  Vince laughed. “Sounds hot.”

  “Let me put you on speakerphone so I can be hands free.”

  “Yeah, baby,” Vince said even as Clay’s eyes lit up and his cock nudged her, harder, throbbing.

  She laid the phone down and put both hands on Clay’s chest. “Fuck me, Mr. Blackwell, please, I need it.”

  On the phone, Vince grunted. “My pleasure, Miss Murphy.”

  With those words, gaze hot on her, Clay impaled her.

  Jessica cried out. “Oh God, Mr. Blackwell, you’re so big, you’re so good.”

  “And you’re so tight, Miss Murphy.” Vince said the words, but it was Clay’s hands on her body, his cock inside her.

  “Fuck me hard, please,” she begged Clay. Silently, he held her hips, controlled her motions, went deep, lifted her, then thrust hard again.

  Vince’s words, Clay’s body. It was wild, completely crazy. Jessica felt herself go mindless with need, words spilling out of her mouth, nonsense words, sex words, love words, Vince saying them all back to her, but it was Clay taking her. There had never been anything like it, never with Vince, certainly not on the phone, never when he was inside her either. Yet with Clay it was wilder, crazier, more intimate. Even with another voice in the midst of their lovemaking. Especially with another voice.

  Her body trembled on the brink, then with a hand at her nape, Clay pulled her down, took her mouth. And she lost herself in him forever.

  * * * * *

  “Fuck that was hot, baby.” A voice. From the phone on the coffee table.

  Clay shuddered inside her. Her legs still clasped him tight at the hips, her breasts flush to his chest, her nipples hard, her pussy wet and warm. Christ. It had never been like this. As he lost every last drop of his essence to her, the voice, her body, his body, it had all become one. They were one.

  “I love you,” he whispered into her hair, her body prone on his.

  “Jessica?” The voice again.

  She turned her head on Clay’s shoulder. “I’m here. That was hot. Thanks a lot. I gotta go.” She reached out to end the call, cutting the guy off in mid-laugh.

  “You were right,” she said, her lips against his shoulder. “That was the hottest.”

  “It can work any way you want it.” He would take her any way he could have her. He’d quit West Coast. He’d never ask her to do another man, not even her fuck buddy. Yeah, any way she wanted it.

  “I’m thinking”—she kissed his neck—“that there are all sorts of possibilities I never considered.” She licked the shell of his ear, her body moving sinuously against his. Inside her, his cock flexed, grew. “For instance, what would it be like if I called you while he was inside me?” she mused.

  “Unbelievable,” he answered, trying to sound mild, yet his pulse roared in his ears. He wanted anything she’d give him. Christ. She’d drive him crazy with nothing more than words.

  “Or”—she nipped his earlobe—“what if I had you both together?”

  Suddenly, he was hot and hard inside her again, his body arching, thrusting.

  Jessica moaned. “So many possibilities.”

  He grabbed her hips, pushed her down on his cock, then short-stroked inside her.

  “Maybe there are ways it can work.” She teased him within an inch of his life. “We should talk about the rules...” Her voice trailed off in a groan.

  Her pussy contracted, squeezed him, drove him to the very brink. “You tell me the rules, baby, and I’ll follow every one.”

  “We should make them up together,” she said, her voice soft, faraway, giving him everything he’d always wanted. And then so much more.

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  Here’s a sneak preview of the next West Coast novella, Submitting to the Boss, where Ruby gets her comeuppance.

  Copyright 2011 Jasmine Haynes

  Ruby Williams completely underestimated her live-in lover. She thought she had him wrapped around her little finger, and she could do anything she wanted without any consequences. Now she’s just another dumped woman bemoaning her fate.

  Then her boss, West Coast Manufacturing’s CEO Holt Montgomery, calls her into his office and gives her the punishment she so richly deserves.

  Holt is determined to show Ruby the error of her ways with his own special brand of dominance and submission. Her sexuality now belongs to him, and he’ll give her permission as to when, where, how, and with whom she’ll use it. From voyeurism to exhibitionism to more than one man at a time, with a little tying up and a bit of well-deserved spanking, Ruby discovers she likes following a man’s rules. But she still won’t let a man have the upper hand.

  Can their naughty affair move from just sex with the boss to something more lasting? Or will Ruby learn her lessons a little too late?

  Chapter One

  “Ruby, in my office, now,” Holt Montgomery barked over the intercom.

  Ruby Williams pressed her lips together, staring at the offending device. It was just before five on Monday, and Ruby always left at five. But she pushed the Talk button obediently. “Yes, Holt.”

  She hadn’t found a decent apartment and had been living in a hotel for over a week, since the day Clay kicked her out of his house. All the rumors being bandied about last week had been squashed, and the demise of her three-year relationship with the CFO hadn’t yet made it to West Coast Manufacturing’s gossip mill, but her boss, Holt Montgomery, knew. She couldn’t be sure if Clay had told him the specific reasons why, but they’d been friends and coworkers for twenty years, the last ten at West Coast, where Clay was CFO to Holt’s CEO. It stood to reason Clay had told Holt. And Holt had been treating her...differently. There was a new hardness in his tone when he spoke to her. Like now. Before, Holt would have asked if she had a minute. It was a subtle difference, true, but there were other signs. He hadn’t joked with her. He’d rarely smiled at her. Holt had always been an easy-going boss from the day she’d started as his executive admin a little over four years ago. Now, it seemed that not only had she screwed up her living arrangements, she’d screwed over her job as well.

  There was nothing to do but pick up her pad and pencil and go into his office the way he demanded.

  Behind his big mahogany desk, surround by report folders and his two computer monitors with which he effectively multitasked, Holt Montgomery looked like a captain at the helm of his battle ship. At fifty-two with a head of thick steel gray hair and the fit, muscular body of a man fifteen years younger, his bearing inspired respect, awe, and even fear.

  Ruby had always felt the respect and awe, but today, there was also a smidgen of fear.

  “Close the door,” he ordered, his voice deep and hard-edged.

  Ruby jumped to do his bidding. Her smaller office was an annex to his much larger one. In many respects, she was his guard dog, vetting all his calls and his visitors. She had to admit she liked the power in that, but with the door closed and the scowl on his face, she wasn’t feeling particularly powerful.

  She’d lost so much more than she could have imagined when Clay kicked her out.

  “Sit.” Holt pointed at the chair dead center before his desk.

  It was one of the conference chairs, and that wasn’t its normal place. His office was spacious with a six-man conference table, coffee service trolley, and a sofa grouping by the large window, all this in addition to his massive mahogany desk. He conducted meetings, entertained customers, and signed multimillion dollar deals in this domain.

  But that chair was out of place, and Ruby’s tension ratcheted higher. Clay was paying for the hotel, but he wouldn’t do that forever. She had to find a new place, and she needed a job in order to sign a lease.

  Holt wouldn’t fire her because of what happened with Clay. Would he?

  She sat, wishing she’d worn something more circumspect. But Ruby didn’t own anything circumspect. Her skirts were short, and her tops had plunging necklines. Holt had never complained.

  He stared at her silently. He didn’t even seem to blink, just regarded her with piercing eyes so dark they were almost black. Holt was the only man in the world who made Ruby’s palms sweat. Most men she could wrap around her little finger, even Clay—at least until last week. But never Holt. She’d always felt subordinate to Holt, and funnily enough—probably because of her respect for him—it had never been an unpleasant feeling. Until now.

  “What can I do for you, Holt?” Her voice seemed to crack and her mouth was dry.

  Finally, he spoke. “You’ve been a very bad girl.”

  Ruby swallowed; it hurt going down. “You mean about Clay?” She wasn’t about to admit to anything until she knew exactly what Clay had told him.

  “Yes,” he said. “You fucked around behind his back.”

  Okay, she could explain. She had to explain. “It wasn’t behind his back. He knew. In fact—”

  Holt held up his hand, and she didn’t dare go on. That was another thing about Holt: he was the only man Ruby would shut up for. “Don’t prevaricate. I know all about your arrangement with Clay.”

  Her face flushed. Ruby wasn’t the type to get embarrassed, yet there was something about knowing that Clay had told Holt her faults. But she wouldn’t cave by asking how much he knew. She waited him out.

  It didn’t take Holt long to come back at her. “You had sex with a coworker in Clay’s office.”

  All right, yes, she’d done that. She hoped that was the only thing Clay had revealed. “Clay and I have a special relationship where he enjoys my being with other men.” She allowed herself a slight smirk. “And he loves to hear all about it.”

  Holt gave her the silent treatment again. Maybe the smirk was ill-advised. Then Ruby just couldn’t shut up despite herself. “That’s what he wanted from the beginning. That’s always been our relationship. I love sex, and he likes to hear about it. The more the better. It’s what gets him off. He...” Her voice died into the echo of her own words. A car drove by on the road visible Holt’s window, a big, rumbling diesel engine that set her nerves on edge.

  “You didn’t mention the little matter of rules,” he said. His handsome face was granite hard.

  She couldn’t believe Clay had told him everything. He couldn’t be so vindictive as to want to ruin her job as well. Her only course of action was to tell the truth. “He liked it when I broke certain rules, so I didn’t think he’d mind if I broke others.”

  “But Bradley Palmer?” For the first time, Holt made a face, one of distaste.

  She’d been a total idiot. She fully admitted that. “Having sex with him on Clay’s desk was a mistake.” Bradley was young, twenty-nine. His desire had stroked her ego. Not that she didn’t have a healthy ego. At forty, she was hot, and she wasn’t ashamed to say that. But every woman sometimes had a little niggling of doubt, and Bradley had caught her at that weak moment. Still, she hadn’t thought Clay would get riled up. She’d truly thought he’d get off on it.

  “And what about the other places you fucked him, Ruby? Not to mention the rumors.”

  She felt herself blanch. God. Clay really had told him all. “I didn’t start those rumors, and I made sure they were put to an end.”

  “Damage done, Ruby.”

  She almost snorted, then thought better of it. “No one ever believed any of that.” Because she’d taken things in hand. And really, five days later, it was just a blip on the rumor-mill horizon. They’d weathered the whole debacle.

  Holt merely stared. It was completely unnerving. And again, she couldn’t shut up. “Why are you doing this? When I moved in with Clay, you told us business was business and personal was personal.”

  “It is. But you brought it here. An
d against his wishes.”

  She pursed her lips and puffed out a breath. If she wanted to keep her job, she was going to have to grovel. She wasn’t good at it, but she simply couldn’t afford to be fired. Besides, she actually liked working for Holt. He was fair-minded. Usually. “I made a mistake and I’m very sorry. I told Clay it would never happen again, and I’m telling you it won’t.”

  If he was silent again after that, she’d have to scream.

  Thank God he wasn’t. “There’s only one solution,” he said softly. Holt could be dangerous when he spoke that softly. She’d heard that deadly tone in meetings. And seen the results.

  “What?” she asked, her heart racing.

  “You’re going to have to be punished.” He waited a beat. “Severely.”

  Then Holt rose, strode to the door. And locked it.

  Ruby’s pulse began to beat against her eardrums.

  Here’s a taste of one of Jasmine’s steamy romance single titles.

  Kinky Neighbors

  A naughty little foursome tale

  Copyright 2011 Jasmine Haynes

  Cover design by Rosemary Gunn

  Two couples, two very hot wives, two husbands who don’t mind a little swapping...

  The Mitchells and the Harts have been next door neighbors and friends for the past year. They have loads in common; double incomes, professional careers, no kids,...and a kinky streak.

  Now they’re about to become very good friends...with kinky benefits.

  The sex between them all is hot, naughty, and unbearably exciting. It isn’t merely swapping partners and moving to another room; it’s true foursome sex, same room, same bed, all four involved. For Drew and Cat Mitchell and Logan and Alexis Hart, it’s about barreling through boundaries none of them have ever crossed before, doing kinky things they’ve only fantasized about. But when they begin to exchange not just sex but emotional connection, the problems start; a little jealousy, feeling left out, wanting more from the wrong partner. Can two couples really share everything without losing it all?