by Kelly Harper
“That’s not what I meant.” He shot a desperate look past Bre. “Aimee, of course you’re beautiful. I just meant that Mara being here doesn’t make any sense.”
Angered heat built inside of Bre. Was he really going to stand there and play dumb and then actually start talking about how beautiful her friend was right in front of her?
“We don’t care where she is,” Bre fumed. “The point is that Logan is engaged and you never even bothered to mention it!”
Collin looked helpless.
“It’s not really any of my business,” he said. Once again, he looked past her. “You should talk to him, Aimee—just the two of you.”
For the second time, Bre leaned between them, just enough to bring his attention back to her.
“What makes you think she even wants to talk to him anymore?” she said, accusingly. “Aimee can do whatever she wants…”
“No, Bre, it’s fine,” Aimee said.
Bre fixed Collin with another angry glare before turning back to her friend to make sure she was okay. Aimee’s recent relationship track record wasn’t exactly the best. Guys she dated had a habit of sleeping with other women. She was going to have to deal with how she was feeling sooner or later—Bre just wanted her to know she was there if Aimee needed anything.
“I don’t have anything to say to him,” Aimee said, sounding surprisingly put together. “He’s showed me his true colors and I’m over it. I’m just happy I didn’t actually sleep with him…”
Collin shook his head as though Aimee didn’t understand the point he was making.
“Look, I’m really not allowed to say anything else or I could get in serious trouble, but… you should talk to him.”
“Why?”
“I can’t tell you anything more than that. But trust me on this.”
Bre scrunched her nose. Trust was in pretty short order around here lately. Was Aimee really buying into this?
“OK,” Aimee said. “I’ll do it.”
Bre studied her friend for a moment, just to make sure she wasn’t talking crazy.
“You sure about this?” Bre asked.
“I’ll be fine,” she said, nodding. “Besides, I’m sure there are more interesting things you two would rather do without me.”
Aimee flashed a knowing smile even as Bre felt a tinge of heat touch her cheeks.
“You know I’m here for you. No matter what else is going on.”
Aimee thanked her for everything and then left. Bre waited until she was certain Aimee wouldn’t be able to hear them before turning back to Collin. He had a devious smile on his face.
“So were there some more interesting things you wanted to be doing?” he asked.
A sudden tightness squeezed through Bre’s core, but she fought it off.
“What the fuck was that all about?” she asked.
Collin actually looked frustrated.
“Are you really blaming me for something Logan did?”
“You knew something was going on between them. At the very least, you could have given me a heads up.”
Collin’s face darkened and his nostrils flared. It was good to see this side of him. She didn’t want to be with a man that didn’t stand up for himself. She might have to pick some fights with him more often.
“Look, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “Everything to do with Logan and his business is strictly off limits. There could be serious trouble if I start saying the wrong things.”
Bre’s brow knitted together as she eyed him suspiciously.
“Why? Is he doing something illegal?” Instead of answering the question, Collin fixed her with a look. Bre snorted in frustration. “Aimee is my friend. I don’t want to see her getting hurt.”
Collin’s features softened and he closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around her waste and held her close. Bre hated the fact that things like that felt so good with him.
“What I can tell you is that I’m sure your friend is going to be just fine. Logan isn’t a monster, and she’s got you around to protect her.”
“I’m not worried about him being a monster. I’m worried about him being a cheating, lecherous, manwhore.” Collin’s lips pursed as he gave her another wide-eyed look. Bre crossed her arms in front of her and stomped her foot—she was happy he kept holding her while she threw her little fit. “Fine, I’ll drop it. But if I find out you’ve been lying about anything it’s not going to end well for you.”
She poked him in the chest to drive home the point.
“I rather prefer the happy endings, myself,” he said. It was obvious that Collin’s mind had already moved on to more interesting things.
Bre’s legs tightened as another energized rush went through her. It’s not like she could stay mad at him for long. She’d said what she wanted to say, and it’s not like Collin had actually done anything wrong. But it was definitely fun getting all worked up with him.
“Well, we do have this private gallery all to ourselves…”
The corner of Collin’s lip turned up into a smirk.
“I like the way you think.”
Chapter 13
Bre sunk to her knees, letting her hands slide down Collin’s sturdy frame along the way. He didn’t protest. He couldn’t have stopped her even if he’d wanted to. It didn’t take long for the bulge to form in his shorts.
“We’re doing this right here?” Collin asked, giving a nervous glance around the room.
“It’s so hot, right?”
“I guess…”
Bre rubbed the bulge with her hand. She enjoyed feeling the blood rushing into him, swelling him. All because of her. Everything was getting so tight and she desperately wanted to help him relieve that tension.
“Stop worrying. No one is going to find out. This weekend is supposed to be fun right?”
Bre gave the outline of his cock a hard squeeze, making Collin groan in pleasure.
“Definitely fun,” he managed.
“So, turn off your brain and let me give you that happy ending…”
She wrapped her fingers around the outline of his cock and began jerking him off. It was rock hard already and Collin’s heavy breathing let her know he was enjoying it. How hot would it be if she got him off without even taking his dick out? The thought of seeing him shoot his load in his pants, of feeling his hot semen explode through his cock, was almost too much for her to handle. She needed to try that sometime. Soon.
Collin may have sensed what she was thinking because he reached down and unbuttoned his shorts for her. Bre eased the zipper down and spread the flaps wide enough to reach her hand inside and release his thickness. She licked her lips and admired it as his shorts fell loosely to the ground.
His cock looked even nicer in the romantic lighting of the art gallery. Bre licked it from tip to base while softly cupping his balls. Her lips parted and she took his curved head into her mouth, sucking it lightly. She let her mouth take its time with him. She wasn’t in a rush. Nervous tension built inside Collin and she absolutely loved it.
She knew the longer she took the more likely it was they would get caught. The thought of one of the house staff walking in on them made her incredibly hot. But Collin did deserve a reward for being so bold with her. It’s not everyday that she found a man who would let her go down on him in a semi-public place.
Bre took him even deeper into her mouth. Collin slid his fingers through the back of her hair while groaning in delight. She liked the idea that she was putting on a show for him. She liked having his eyes on her while she performed. His dick slid in and out of her mouth, reaching nearly all the way to the back of her throat as her cheeks caved in around it. There was an energy that buzzed through his balls that let her know he was just as turned on as she was.
She sucked him for a while, but eventually it became too much. She had to have him inside of her.
“I want you to fuck me,” Bre said, finally pulling away. “Fuck me on this table.”
She s
tood next to a table with a few clay sculpture pieces on it, each in their own glass cases. She didn’t want to know how old these sculptures were. All she cared about was getting defiled. Immediately.
“You’re a wild girl,” Collin said, a grin spreading across his face.
He closed the distance between them and slid his hand between her legs. Heat and sensations crashed through her as Collin’s fingers deftly slipped up her loose shorts and through the side of her panties. He found her wetness as easily as a lover who’d had her a thousand times.
Collin sunk one finger inside of her. He explored her, almost timidly at first, but then more vigorously. Bre leaned back against the table and spread her legs, giving him more access. She could feel her wetness spreading. His finger was fun, but what she really wanted was to feel his cock inside of her again. The memory of having it the night before was already fading, and her body craved what she knew he could do with it.
“Take me,” she whined.
A devious grin spread across Collin’s face
“You’re always torturing me… It’s my turn to have some fun with you.”
Christ, that’s hot. Who knew this mild mannered Wall Street guy could turn into some kind of Sex Demon when she got him behind closed doors. He didn’t look like the kind of guy who had it in him.
“Don’t make me wait too long or I might get grumpy.”
“I might like to see that,” he said, giving her a devious grin. “But it’ll have to wait for another time.”
Bre squealed in delight as he spun her around and bent her forward over the table. She managed to fit herself between two of the glass cases, or they could have had a serious problem on their hands. But right then the only thing she could think about was having him enter her. Maybe it would be even hotter if they smashed a few priceless artifacts in the process.
Collin didn’t bother unbuttoning her shorts before ripping them halfway down her thighs. Thankfully, they were loose enough that it didn’t hurt when he did it. Now that she was completely exposed, the cool air hit her wetness and sent a tingling sensation straight through her core. She was even wetter than she had thought.
Collin stepped up behind her, positioning himself. The head of his cock swirled around her entrance. Bre whined again, but she knew what he was doing. And she wasn’t about to let him tease her and make her wait even longer—not if she could do anything about it. She reached back, grabbed his asscheeks, and sucked in a deep breath as she pulled his cock into her. Her body instantly gave way to him, welcoming him, consuming him.
Collin groaned loudly, and then began fucking her.
He didn’t start slow this time. They were in the middle of a private art gallery in a huge mansion and someone could show up at any moment. This wasn’t one of those times where you made slow, passionate love. This was one of those times that you fucked.
Bre ground her hips in little circles as Collin pounded her over and over again. She moaned loudly, splaying herself forward over the table as he went deeper and deeper. It was hard to balance herself with her shorts around her thighs. She wanted to spin him around and mount him on the table, but she’d probably just trip and make a fool of herself.
It was a weird sensation… She was already fucking him but, somehow, she wanted to fuck him even more. She imagined that’s what too much of a good thing might feel like. All she could concentrate on right now was the fact that she wanted to get him off. She wanted to do whatever it would take to make Collin come. Over and over again. Every orgasm would mean she was doing something right.
“Harder,” she said.
She arched her back as far as it could possibly go, giving him an even better angle to get deeper inside of her. That was when that downward curve of his cock found her g-spot and pure ecstasy made the world around her go blurry. In an instant there was an explosion that sent waves of bliss crashing through her entire body. Her fingers clung to the far edge of the table as she panted screams of delight.
“There it is!” Collin growled.
Bre could barely form coherent thoughts. Her body tried to respond to what he was doing to her, but nothing seemed to work the way it was supposed to. Judging by the sounds he was making, he was handling the situation on his own.
Collin grunted in pleasure. Bre could feel his cock twitching and jerking inside of her. His hands squeezed her tiny waist and at what had to be the last possible moment he pulled out. She felt his steaming hotness spray all over her ass and lower back.
“Oh my god, I made a mess,” Collin said, still breathing heavily.
Bre let out a laugh
“I can feel it!” she said, not daring to look back for fear that she’d only make things worse.
“Thankfully it missed your shirt! Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
There must have been a restroom nearby because Collin was only gone for a few seconds before returning with a roll of paper towel. He chuckled as he unspooled some and cleaned her up. Bre let out another laugh when she could finally stand and pull up her shorts. Collin looked relieved that she’d responded so well to the whole incident. She wondered how much it would surprise him to find out that the risk of someone walking in and finding her bent over the table with his cum all over her back had actually turned her on just as much as everything else had.
Maybe she would keep that secret to herself.
Chapter 14
After getting themselves cleaned up, they quickly retreated from the art gallery. It would have been hot to get caught in the act, but getting caught after they’d both finished was just tacky and embarrassing.
Bre wasn’t sure where they were going so she just followed his lead. Collin never mentioned how many times he’d been to the mansion, but he seemed to know his way around. Come to think of it, Bre didn’t really know very much about him at all. Other than the fact that he worked on Wall Street for Logan Atwood. She was enjoying the mystery, but she had to admit that she was curious to get to know him better.
“So are you normally into that kind of thing?” Collin asked, breaking the silence.
“You mean messing up priceless art?” Bre countered, grinning.
He gave her a knowing a look.
“Everything has a price.”
“Not one that I can afford.”
Collin let out a tiny laugh before getting serious again.
“But seriously… you like having sex where you know someone might see you?”
“I didn’t hear you complaining. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I wasn’t the only one having a good time.”
He laughed even harder, this time. It sounded nice. She liked making him laugh like that.
“It would be pretty hard to hide how much fun I had.”
“You did leave a mess all over my back.”
Collin winced at the mention of what he’d done.
“Sorry… I felt bad about that.”
“Gross,” she groaned. “It was fun, right? The worst thing you could do is apologize for it.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I had a blast.”
She hooked her arm through his and hugged herself close to him.
“Good. Me too. Let’s just leave it at that.”
“Deal.”
They made their way through parts of the mansion she hadn’t seen yet. Bre didn’t really care if any of the house staff saw her clinging to his arm like that. It was actually pretty nice to have him that close to her. Nothing like all of the other guys she’d hooked up with before. She found she liked pretty much all of the ways he responded to her.
“What about you?” she asked, after a while. “You can’t be all work and no play… what kinds of things do you like to do?”
Collin’s body tensed. It was enough for Bre to let him go. Did she just say the wrong thing?
“You mean in bed?” he asked.
“I mean I want to know more about you.”
They walked on for a few moments in silence while she waited for him to respond.
“Look… I don’t know if that’s something we should get into.”
Why was he taking this so serious? She gave him a playful nudge, trying to lighten the mood.
“You got some dark, sordid hobbies that you don’t want me to know about?”
“Nothing like that,” he said, flashing her a grin. “I just think we should keep some boundaries, is all.”
She pulled to a stop, giving him a concerned look.
“Boundaries?” she repeated. “What do you mean?”
Collin looked nervous for a moment as he tried to find his words.
“This is just a weekend fling… When we leave here we’re never going to see each other again.”
“What does that matter?”
“Look, I have these rules when I hook up with a girl…
“Rules?” she repeated.
“I should have mentioned them last night, but we were in the heat of the moment.”
“Last night you told me that you don’t usually hook up with women and now you’re telling me that you have rules? Why are you acting weird all of a sudden?”
“Don’t make a scene,” he said, giving a quick look around. “I didn’t lie to you—I haven’t really dated all that much. But I still have needs…” He gave her a serious look. “Look, the sex is fun but I can’t have you getting all lovey-dovey with me. You snuck into my room last night and that was fine, but I don’t want us getting confused about what’s happening.”
“You invited me to sneak into your room!”
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Could she really have been so wrong about this guy? Everything had been going fine—where was all this coming from?
“It’s not a big deal. We’re having fun, right? Let’s just play by the rules and we’ll both have a good time.”
She shook her head.
“You’re not the person I thought you were.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I thought you were different than all of the other guys…”
He shrugged.
“This is who I am. If you don’t like it then we shouldn’t keep doing this.”
