Indulgent Pleasures

by Karen Erickson

  “Oh, yeah. Hold on.” He pulled out his cell phone and pushed a single button, speaking so low she couldn’t make out what he said. As quickly as he’d made the call, he slipped the phone back into his pants’ pocket, a small smile curving his lips.

  Nice lips, she noticed. Really nice lips. Utterly kissable lips too.

  “How’s your ankle?”

  “My ankle?” She watched his mouth, loving the way it moved when he spoke and his smile grew.

  “You know the ankle you twisted when you fell into me back in the club?” One dark brow lifted, an incredibly sexy move and his words slowly sunk into her alcohol-addled brain.

  Oh, right. Her ankle. It throbbed a little but she was all right.

  “It’s fine.” She waved her hand as if to wave her injury away. “It’s so great I already forgot about it.”

  “Right.” He nodded, his gaze dropping to her feet. “It looks swollen.”

  “It does?” She twisted around, lifting her foot to check it out but she wobbled on one wedge. “Whoa.”

  Her personal savior grabbed her again, his hands wrapping around her upper arms and keeping her steady. Her heart fluttered at his touch.

  “Trust me, it’s swollen. Give me a minute and I’ll look at it.”

  A sleek black Lincoln Towncar pulled up to the curb, stopping right in front of them and she glanced at him. “Is this your car?”

  “For the night, yeah.” He nodded, leading her toward the back passenger door. “Be careful with your ankle when you get in.”

  Stephanie paused, gauging the situation. She was about to climb into a very expensive car with a very handsome man she didn’t know. A man who had a nice smile, a hot body and extremely quick reflexes.

  Should she do it?

  He opened the door, waiting for her with an expectant expression on his face and she didn’t even think, just climbed into the car and slid across the soft leather seat. He got in after her and pulled the door shut. He was so close she could feel his body heat and his scent surrounded her, making her dizzy.

  “Where to, boss?” The driver was smiling at the two of them as he gazed into the rearview mirror.

  “Where do you live?” Handsome man’s golden eyes met hers and she couldn’t help but suck in a quick breath at the heat she saw there.

  “Emeryville.” In a hellhole apartment with a bitchy roommate she worked with, but she didn’t bother sharing those little details with him.

  He whistled low. “Going across the Bay Bridge this time of night ought to be an adventure.”

  “You said it, man.” The driver shook his head as he put the car into drive and pulled out onto the street.

  “You don’t have to give me a ride if it’s any trouble. I can find another way home.” She felt kind of bad making him go all the way out to where she lived.

  He shook his head. “Trust me, I don’t mind. Now why don’t I look at your ankle and make sure it’s okay?”

  She blinked once, twice. He wanted to put his hands on her? She didn’t know if she’d be able to take it. “What exactly do you want me to do?”

  “Let me see your ankle. I’ll be able to tell if it’s sprained or not.” He patted his thigh, indicating exactly where he wanted her ankle to be.

  Holding her dress down at the knees, she lifted her leg and rested her sandaled foot on his muscular thigh. It was hard beneath the fabric of his pants and so very warm. His big hands wrapped around her ankle, his fingers probing gently and she winced. It still hurt a little bit, not that she was complaining about his touching her.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Huh?” His quiet question didn’t quite penetrate her foggy brain. She was too enraptured watching his long, tanned fingers touch her, gently stroking her skin. His touch felt amazing, his calloused fingertips sending tingles skittering throughout her body.

  “Your name?” He glanced up and his gaze met hers. “And your ankle is a little swollen but I don’t think it’s sprained.”

  “Oh. Good to know.” She paused and he waited, his fingers still stroking her skin though they moved away from her ankle. Yeah, now they were sliding up to her calf. “Stephanie. My name is Stephanie.”

  “Nice to meet you, Stephanie.” He reached toward the door and pushed a button on the armrest. The tinted glass partition that separated the back seat from the front slowly slid up, cutting them off from the driver. “I think you’re going to live.”

  She laughed, thankful she’d shaved her legs this morning, and his fingers curved around her ankle, cradling it when he reached for her shoe.

  “Mind if I take this off?”

  “Only if you tell me your name.” The flirtation came easy, the situation that much more intimate with just the two of them in such close quarters. His hands were on her, her foot nestled in his lap and she didn’t even know his name.

  He paused, seeming reluctant to say it which she found weird. “Justin.” He watched her, as if waiting for a reaction and all she could do was smile.

  “Nice to meet you, too, Justin.”

  She watched as he slipped her shoe off. It dropped onto the floorboard with a heavy thump and then his fingers were kneading the sole of her foot.

  His touch felt so good she wanted to moan. She wanted to close her eyes and really enjoy it but she thought that might be a bit much. His thumb did slow, sweeping circles, pushing on the bottom of her foot and she curled her toes. Her skin tightened, grew hot and flushed and she shrugged out of his jacket, setting it next to her.

  If he could make her foot feel this good then what about everywhere else? She almost shivered in anticipation.

  * * *

  She didn’t recognize him. Justin nearly breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted was a simpering fan raving on and on about how great he was and how sad she was that he didn’t play anymore. He didn’t need the strokes and he wasn’t in the mood. He was never in the mood for that bullshit anymore.

  No, he preferred stroking this woman instead. He liked the way she sat in the corner of her seat, the full skirt of her dress resting primly against her knees with her foot in his lap. Those sexy red toenails wiggled and waved at him and her foot shifted against his thigh with every press of his fingers and thumb.

  If she shifted just a bit higher, her toes would brush against his engorged cock. Just the thought of that made him grow another inch.

  This was going to be a long night.

  “So what’s with the fancy car?”

  If he could avoid telling her exactly who he was then he would. “I knew I was going to drink tonight and I didn’t want to drive my own car.”

  “So you rented this instead?” She sounded incredulous. Probably was though it wasn’t so unusual for someone of his status to do something like this. Hell, he had plenty of money to burn. Plus, like a hopeful ass he’d anticipated bringing a woman back with him.

  He hadn’t counted on a woman like her but she was a pleasant, arousing surprise. One he planned on enjoying if she let him.

  How he hoped she’d let him.

  He shrugged. “I didn’t want to take any chances.”

  “I guess that’s an admirable trait.”

  “You guess?” He liked how she talked. She didn’t hold anything back and half the time she seemed a little confused. As if he confused her perhaps?

  It was cute. She was cute. And she had sexy feet. A body part he’d never really found sexy before.

  “Well, I think it’s better that you rented this versus potentially driving drunk. Though planning on getting drunk isn’t very admirable, you know.” She nibbled on her lower lip, the plump red flesh contrasting against the flash of little white teeth.

  Damn, everything she did was sexy.

  This was most definitely going to be long night.

  “I had no particular plans on getting plastered. It was just a precaution.” He couldn’t believe he was defending himself.

  “Oh.” She nodded, her toes curling again and he had the
strong urge to bring her foot up to his lips and kiss them. Suck each and every one of those little toes into his mouth.

  Great, now he had a foot fetish because of her. Unbelievable.

  “Give me your other foot.” When she stared at him oddly, he reached for her. He slipped his hand beneath her knee and lifted.

  She got the hint, slowly resting her other foot on his thigh and she stretched out, burrowing her back even further into the corner of the seat. He peeled off her shoe, let it drop to the floor and then started to massage the bottom of her foot.

  Her head tilted back, her lids going to half mast and she pursed her lips. The look of pleasure on her face was unmistakable and his cock twitched against his fly, suddenly anxious, the air becoming a little too close.

  Justin released his grip on her foot and unbuttoned first one shirt cuff and then the other, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. She watched in fascination, her gaze drinking him in, her expressive face a complete and total turn on.

  Yeah, there was no mistaking she liked him, maybe almost as much as he liked her.

  A little moan escaped when he resumed massaging her foot and nudged a particular spot. He nudged it again, dug his thumb in deep, eliciting another groan. Her eyes glowed in the dim light from outside that passed over them as the car moved and he allowed his fingers to wander. Up her ankle, across her shin and curving around her calf. Her skin was firm and smooth and he tickled lightly behind her knee, making her giggle.

  “Ticklish?”

  “A little.”

  “Feel good?” His voice deepened, went husky and her lips parted.

  The urge to kiss her was so strong it nearly overwhelmed him.

  “Yes,” she whispered and he desperately wanted to hear her whisper that single word in his ear when he entered her the first time. Wanted to hear her say it when he was balls deep inside her and pounding an endless rhythm within her body.

  More than anything, he wanted to hear her whisper a breathless yes when he made her come, her pussy clenching uncontrollably around his cock.

  Sweat misted his forehead, his skin felt tight and hot and he reached for the collar of his shirt. He undid the knot of his tie and pulled it off with a quick yank.

  “Are you hot?” Her sweet voice asked such an innocent question but the double entendre conjured up all sorts of images.

  He was most definitely hot. Positively burning for her.

  “Uh, yeah you could say that.”

  “Do you want me to move my feet?”

  “No.” He paused, feeling more than ready to pounce. “I want you to come closer.”

  Chapter Three

  She didn’t say a word and Justin wondered if he’d moved too fast or spoken too soon.

  Too late for regrets now. Most women would’ve jumped all over him at his invitation. Hell, they probably would’ve already started peeling off their clothes, they were always so eager to get with him.

  Of course, not this woman, not that he was really surprised. She studied him with caution clouding those pretty sea blue eyes, her lush lips twisted with doubt. She’d leaned forward, a tantalizing hint of cleavage showing with her position and her hands still clutched the hem of her dress tight.

  She was going to tell him no. He could sense the words forming on her lips and he breathed deep, preparing himself for the blow.

  He was such an ass but hell, he rarely heard the word no. It didn’t play a big part in his vocabulary. It hadn’t for years.

  In another life, he’d always been denied—of pretty much everything. But that was so long ago, it should’ve been a faded memory.

  It wasn’t.

  “All right,” Stephanie finally said. Her voice was so soft he had to strain to hear her.

  Shock coursed through him and he sat up straighter, staring at her in surprise. She said yes. He couldn’t believe it. Before she changed her mind, he reached for her, his hand wrapping around one of hers and tugging gently.

  “Come here.”

  She came forward, glancing about the limited space of the backseat. “Where do you want me?”

  “Where do you want to be?”

  Delicate brows shot up so far they were nearly in her hairline but she didn’t say a word. She seemed to be waiting for his direction.

  Gently he pushed her feet from his thigh and then pulled her closer. She slid slowly across the seat until her body collided with his, her warmth and curves molding to him as if she belonged at his side.

  He studied her face, utterly fascinated with her. The pretty blue eyes, her plump red lips and all the freckles. So many freckles. Reaching out, he touched her, his finger sweeping over first one cheek, then the other, down the gentle slope of her nose, across her sexier than hell mouth.

  “You don’t see too many women with freckles.” He was whispering, afraid to break the spell that had woven all around them.

  “I have too many,” she whispered back, a little gasp escaping her when he dragged his thumb slowly across her lower lip. He smudged her lipstick and turning his thumb over, saw the deep red line there. He felt as if he’d been marked.

  “I should count them.” Justin liked the sound of that. Lingering over her body and stroking her, counting each and every little freckle that was on her skin.

  She laughed shakily. “That’ll take at least two days.”

  He leaned in closer, his face aligned with hers and he felt her breath fan across his face, sweet and chocolaty. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

  Her eyes widened the slightest bit then drooped closed when he kissed her, just once, his lips brushing hers. She sighed, a wistful, yearning sound and he swallowed it, kissing her again. His mouth lingered this time, learning her taste, memorizing her texture. Her hands fluttered between them, hesitant before they finally landed on his chest and he couldn’t contain the rumble of pleasure at her touch.

  His tongue traced the seam of her lips and she opened for him willingly, her tongue meeting his. The kiss turned instantly carnal. Sucking and nibbling on that plush lower lip, he groaned, his cock standing at attention and he realized he wanted her with a fierceness that stunned him.

  Justin grabbed Stephanie about the waist and hauled her on top of him. Emitting a tiny squeal, she straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, the wide skirt of her dress billowing out around them. She pressed closer and he swore he felt the silky fabric of her panties, the very heat of her pussy beneath.

  He cupped the back of her head, pulling the elastic band out of her hair and it fell to her shoulders. She stared down at him, her dark hair a pretty tumble around her face.

  “What are you doing?” She sounded breathless, her eyes glittering as she stared at him. She clutched his shoulders with her fingers, her hands smoothing across them.

  “I think you know what I’m doing. What I want.” He thrust up against her, a subtle move that allowed her to feel exactly how much he wanted her.

  Her eyes widened and then she bent to kiss him. A hot, wet kiss which sent his senses reeling, his body tense with need. Their tongues tangled, lips meshing, teeth tugging and he buried his hands in her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss.

  Oh yeah, this was exactly what he wanted. He’d had a suspicion Little Miss Demure and Sweet would be a hot piece once he delved beneath the surface and she didn’t disappoint.

  Her hands were everywhere, her body brushing against his and driving him insane. Those knockout tits were just waiting for his hands so he touched one, cupping the lush flesh in the palm of his hand and she moaned against his mouth.

  “You feel so good,” he whispered, tilting his head so he could slide his lips down the side of her neck. Her skin was soft and fragrant and she tasted sweet.

  He wondered if she tasted this sweet everywhere.

  Stephanie shivered, her hands moving to the front of his shirt and her delicate fingers slowly worked each button undone.

  He was taken aback by her boldness but it certainly didn’t offend. He
ll no, he liked it, loved it even.

  She moved away from him and pushed his shirt apart, her breath coming in rapid little pants as she stared down at him. Her fingers skimmed across his pecs, down his stomach and his muscles rippled in response.

  “You must really work out,” she breathed.

  He wanted to laugh. Hell yeah, he worked out. It was his fucking job.

  Well at least, it had been. Up until that fatal afternoon had cost him his entire career.

  With awe sparkling in the depths of her eyes, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his, the kiss soft, sweet.

  “This is one of the top female fantasies you know,” she whispered against his mouth when she broke the kiss, her hand resting so low on his stomach his cock was screaming in protest.

  Just a nudge lower and she’d be touching him. God, how he wanted her to touch him, stroke him, go down on him.

  “Top female fantasies?” What, having sex with someone famous? That wouldn’t surprise him. Women were always writing him fan mail saying they super-imposed his face on their husband’s/boyfriend’s/lover’s head.

  Sometimes he found it flattering. Most of the time it creeped him out.

  She nodded and her hand strayed lower. He actually trembled, his hips doing a subtle lift and then she was cupping him, sure fingers sliding down his length. Holy hell, he was more than ready to spill like an eager and horny teenager in the backseat of a car on prom night.

  “Sex with a stranger. It’s in the top ten.” Her quick fingers flicked the button of his trousers undone and then slid the zipper down slowly.