Every thrust of his cock brushed against her g-spot, sending currents of excruciating pleasure through her limbs. God, she would swear he hit her womb every time he thrust deep. Lifting her hips only forced him deeper, but Paula didn’t care. It felt too good for her to care.
“Keith,” she whined.
He scraped his teeth along the side of her neck, making her shiver.
“God, you feel good,” he whispered in her ear.
She lifted her hands and gripped his biceps, holding tight as he thrust harder.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked.
“No,” she panted, but her heart skipped a beat that he would even ask. “Harder….please…I’m so…”
Keith growled and moved his hips faster, pushing into her harder and grinding his groin against her clit. Paula exploded with a scream. Her nails dug into his arms, leaving what she was sure would be deep indentions.
“Oh, God,” she gasped as he lifted her hips higher, and started her orgasm all over again.
With a shout of his own, Keith came as well. Paula could feel the throbs in his cock as he lost himself in his own release. With a tired sigh, he tugged at the pillow under her ass and removed it. Her hips dropped to the bed. Keith followed her down, then rolled to his side, pulling her with him so that she rested on her good side.
His arm draped around her hips, his hand on her ass, holding her close. His cock was still inside her. Even partially hard, the man was huge. His other arm ended up under her neck, bent at the elbow and wrapped around her shoulder. The soft touch of his fingers as he slowly drew them over her skin made her sigh and sink further into his arms.
She could get used to this.
They were both silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Keith let out a long slow breath as he tightened his arms around her. “Are you okay?”
“Never better.”
Keith brought his free hand up and cupped her neck. With the pad of his thumb, he pushed her chin up forcing her to meet his eyes.
“I’m fine,” she said.
“I know, but I’m not sure I am.”
She frowned, unsure what he’d meant.
“Why the hell did I never see you before,” he whispered.
Paula smiled slightly and rested her cheek against his chest. “It doesn’t matter.”
His arm dropped back around her as he placed a kiss on the top of her head, letting his lips linger against her hair. Her smile faded as she realized how dangerous this was. She was just in love with another man; or at least thought she was. Now, she was lying in the arms of another, so very close to losing her heart…again.
She didn’t want to be that girl, but this felt so incredibly right.
Keith inhaled the rose scent of her hair, trying to slow the beating of his heart. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so turned on by a woman. And the sex…God, the sex had been incredible. The way she responded to him, the way the walls of her pussy surrounded him had felt like nothing else had.
He was still embedded inside her, still wrapped in her moist heat and he had no desire to pull away. He wasn’t one to cuddle. Get a little and then get out. With Paula, getting out was the last thing on his mind. He liked lying here with her body cocooned by his. She fit within his arms so perfectly it was like they were made for each other.
It seemed so odd he’d never really noticed her before. Sure, he’d noticed how pretty she was; that she had a nice body, but whenever she’d been around his mind had been on other things.
Now that he’d spent time with her, watched her, listened to her, he found he liked her a lot. As the day wore on, he’d found it harder and harder not to touch her, kiss her, fuck her.
God, he shouldn’t have done that. What was he thinking? He could’ve hurt her, but damned if he could stop himself once he’d started. She cuddled closer, and he sighed, laying his cheek against the top of her head. This felt so good, but was it the right time for her?
Yes, she might’ve needed the physical release, but what about something more than that?
Would she be willing or was she now gun shy?
* * * *
Kiley rushed into her office as the sound of her phone alarm began to chime. One of the women she was watching had apparently gotten a ticket. She threw her purse onto the desk before reaching around to power her computer.
She pulled the leather chair closer to the desk and dropped down as the screen came to life. She tapped her finger impatiently waiting for the program she’d written to come up, showing her which woman was about to travel and where she was about to go.
The name and destination flashed across the screen. “Peru,” she growled.
The woman was scheduled to leave in three days. That should give them enough time to get everyone together and in place. She hoped. Keith still had the Lear in Europe. They would have to take the Gulfstream.
Scott stuck his head in her office door and smiled. “Thanks for dropping me off to get my car,”
he said.
“Hey,” Kiley said as she waved him into the room. “You can fly the Gulfstream, right?”
He frowned. “Yeah. Why?”
“One of the women I’m watching leaves for Peru in three days.”
Scott shook his head. “It will take two to fly that thing. You can fly the Lear with just one pilot, but not the Gulfstream. I’ll need John here if you want to take it.”
“I got a text from him after I dropped you off. He’s back and will be in later.”
“Did you let Keith know?”
“Not yet. It’s late there. I’ll call him tonight.”
Scott nodded. “I’ll start getting everything ready.”
Kiley turned her attention back to the computer. She was trying so hard to not notice how good Scott looked in his jeans and turtleneck; how the dark blue material clung to his wide chest; how his jeans outlined his trim waist and hard thighs. Taking a deep breath, Kiley pulled up her email account.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed Scott move around her to the back of her chair. He gripped the leather at her shoulders and jerked the chair back. She squealed in surprise and grabbed hold of the desk to keep herself from falling.
“Damn it, Scott!”
He kissed her cheek. Still holding the chair back, he nuzzled the side of her neck, making her stomach turn flips.
“You’re so cute when you’re working,” he murmured in her ear.
Goosebumps rose along her skin as she fought the desire to turn and touch her lips to his, but she knew the second she kissed him she wouldn’t be able to think of anything else.
“Exactly,” she said. “Working.”
He chuckled and set the chair back up.
“Is this what I have to look forward to?” she teased as she watched him walk to the door.
“Yep,” he replied. “If we hadn’t spent the entire day in bed yesterday I would’ve already had you laid out on that desk.”
Her lips twitched. “I appreciate the reprieve.”
“Yeah, well.” He glanced at her over his shoulder, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Don’t get used to it.”
Kiley smiled as she watched him leave her office and head to his own. She still hadn’t seen this kinky side he said he had and the anticipation had her heart racing wildly. How the hell was she going to get any work done today thinking about this?
Keith wanted the information on the cartel, and she couldn’t put it off anymore. If she did, he would get suspicious and that was the last thing she wanted until her and Scott were able to set him down and talk to him.
That was a conversation she dreaded.
Seriously dreaded.
Chapter Twenty-One
Scott opened the door to his apartment and bowed, leading Kiley inside with a flourish.
“So, why your place again?” Kiley asked as she stood outside on the small porch.
The devilish gleam in his eyes made Kiley’s heart flutter. “Because all the good toys are at my house. You’re n
ot scared are you, sunshine?”
Kiley stuck her tongue out at him as she passed through the front door and into the small living area. Scott was a minimalist. Only the basics. A large leather sofa, a massive big screen TV and kitchen full of beer and junk food. Sometimes she wondered how the hell he stayed so fit.
Scott’s chuckle made her smile as she set her purse on the couch and turned to face him. “John’s going to meet us for breakfast in the morning to talk about our plan in Peru.”
Scott wagged his finger. “No work talk, Kiley. We did that earlier. While we’re here, it’s a work free zone. Clear?”
“I was just—“
Scott scowled and put his finger over her lips. “Don’t make me get out the belt.”
Kiley raised an eyebrow at just what the mere mention of a belt by Scott did to her insides.
“Belt? Excuse me?”
Scott snaked his hand around her lower back and tugged her close. Her body molded to his from thigh to chest as she rested her palms against his chest. The muscles twitched under her touch as she slowly smoothed her fingers over the material of his shirt, absently exploring the ridges beneath it.
“Belt, hand, paddle, flogger. Take your pick, sunshine.”
“All?”
Scott chuckled deep in his chest. “You may regret that.”
“I’ve never been spanked before,” she whispered. “You’ll be gentle with me?”
Scott snorted. “No.”
Surprisingly, Kiley wasn’t afraid. Not of Scott. She could tell by the twinkle in his eyes he was partly teasing her, but at the same time she had a feeling he was also dead serious.
He softly kissed her lips before saying, “the whole point of a spanking is to feel pain, which will then turn to pleasure.”
“I can assure you, the spankings I got as a child never turned to pleasure.”
Scott’s lips twitched and a sexy gleam appeared in his eyes. “Your daddy didn’t spank you like I will.”
“I see,” she whispered.
Her stomach flipped at the images that ran through her mind. She liked this side of Scott.
Yesterday he’d been tender, sweet, fun, playful, and most definitely insatiable. But this wicked, kinky side definitely set her flesh on fire. She couldn’t wait to see just what he had in mind for them.
His palm slid over her hip, then lower to cup her ass. “Are you hungry?” he asked.
She swallowed and shook her head. They’d had a late lunch, she didn’t need dinner, not when her body burned this badly to have him naked beside her, over her…under her.
“I am,” he purred close to her lips.
“We just ate lunch a little while ago.”
“I’m not talking about food,” he growled.
Scott put his hands at her waist and lifted her onto the back of the leather sofa. With a soft shove, he pushed her backward. Kiley landed with a surprised squeal with her shoulders on the cushions of the couch and her ass still lying against the back. She was practically upside down and with his hands holding her thighs, completely at his mercy.
With a speed that shocked her, Scott removed her shoes, then quickly stripped off her jeans and underwear. Her pussy was bared to his lustful gaze, and Kiley couldn’t take her eyes off him as he slowly moved the flat of his hand over her mound.
“This looks good,” he murmured as he pushed her thighs out wider.
“You’re insane,” she whispered, but truthfully was enjoying the position she’d suddenly found herself in.
He swatted her clit with his hand. It stung, but the slap sent a sharp burst of pleasure to her womb. Using the tips of his fingers he separated her tingling pussy lips, exposing her sensitive clit. He licked his tongue between her folds, and she moaned at the warmth of his mouth and the teasing strokes of his kiss.
It shocked her how fast he could get her wild for him. Lifting her hands over her head, she gripped the edge of the seat cushions and moaned as Scott thrust his tongue into her channel.
“So sweet,” he murmured.
As he spoke his breath brushed over her clit, making her shudder. He nibbled along her labia, letting his teeth scrape over the sensitive, swollen flesh. Kiley moved her hips along with him, moaning and sighing as he expertly brought her so close to the edge she wanted to scream.
Before she could find that release, he tugged her back up to a sitting position on the back of the couch, then to her feet. She reached for his hard cock that pressed so obviously against the inside of his jeans. Scott shook his head and pulled her hand away.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he said as he turned her toward the bedroom.
Kiley walked on shaking legs, Scott’s hands on her shoulders guiding her down the hall. She was so turned on, her pussy throbbing to feel him inside her, she could hardly walk straight.
Once inside the bedroom door, Scott pulled her to a stop.
“Stand still,” he commanded.
Kiley took slow, deep breaths as he reached around and began to unbutton her shirt. Every brush of his hands across her breasts was exquisite torture, but she didn’t move. She held still, sighing softly as he slid her shirt off her shoulders.
He quickly unclasped her bra at the back. He slid it off as well, leaving her naked and suddenly very, very hot.
From behind he cupped both breasts, lifting them upward as his fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples. Kiley gasped and reached behind her to grab his hip. If she didn’t hold into something she might fall.
He touched his lips to her neck, and she fisted her fingers in the denim of his jeans. She wasn’t sure how much more of this foreplay she could take.
“On the bed,” he whispered.
Kiley moved quickly and climbed onto the large king size bed. The rough corduroy material of the bedspread scratched at her skin, adding another layer of erotic sensation to an already over sensitized layer of flesh.
She thought he would take her, slide his big cock into her and make her scream. Instead, he moved to the head of the bed. “Give me your hand,” he said.
Kiley frowned, but lifted her hand to his. He pulled a handcuff from behind the headboard and attached it to her wrist. The other hand was attached to the center of the headboard.
“Give me the other,” he commanded.
She did, shocked she would so blindly do as he said. She trusted Scott and that made a huge difference. She’d known him all her life. She knew he would never hurt her. He secured the other wrist. Now both hands were above her head, bound. She wouldn’t be able to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin, the way his cock twitched when she would slowly pump her hand down his length.
“Roll over to your stomach,” he said as he began to unbutton his shirt.
Curious as to what he had planned, Kiley rolled to her stomach. Her movements were awkward with her hands tied, but there was enough slack in the cuffs to allow her to turn.
She felt the bed sag as Scott climbed into it, straddling the back of her thighs. He gripped her hips and lifted her. “Move your knees up,” he said.
Kiley pulled her knees forward so her ass was high in the air. She pulled her arms back a little so that she rested more on her elbows. Scott smoothed his hands over her ass before he slapped one side hard. Kiley gasped at the sting.
“Don’t move,” he said.
Kiley nodded as she felt his weight leave the bed. She turned her head to the side and watched as he pulled a small dildo from the nightstand. He covered it with lubricant before climbing back onto the bed. He positioned the head of the toy at the entrance to her anus and for a split second, she tensed.
“It’s okay, baby,” Scott murmured as he kissed the small of her back. “Trust me.”
She nodded, and he pressed the toy forward. At first it felt odd, but as he pushed it deeper, it rubbed against her vagina from the other side, creating a wicked sensation of fullness that actually made her moan.
“That’s nice,” he whispered as he bent down and kissed her pussy.
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Kiley sighed and spread her legs wider, giving him easier access to that part of her that screamed for his touch.
“Good girl,” he purred, then circled her clit with his tongue.
Kiley shivered. “Scott,” she whispered as she pressed herself harder against his face.
Scott stood up and slapped her hip hard with his palm. Kiley gasped and glared at him over her shoulder.
“I control this,” he said, then slapped her ass again. “You’ll come when I tell you to and not before.”
“You can’t be serious.”
Scott slapped her ass again. The burning sting sent a surprising jolt of pleasure through her lower body.
“I’m dead serious. You wanted the kinky side of me.”
He leaned down and kissed her shoulder. As he did, he pressed his thigh against her mound, making her moan at the building need inside her channel.
“Now you’re going to get it.”
His wicked purr sent a thrill over every inch of her flesh. “What if you do something I don’t like?” she asked. “I’m tied up. I can’t stop you.”
“I would never hurt you, Kiley,” he said softly as he brushed the hair from her face so she could see his eyes. “Look at me.”
She lifted her lids and stared into his eyes. She’d known Scott all her life. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her…ever.
“If I do something that scares you or bothers you just say red. Understand?”
Kiley nodded, but her brow creased into a frown. “Red?” She’d heard that before somewhere.
BDSM. Scott was a…“You’re a Dom?”
“Sometimes,” he murmured as he nipped playfully at her shoulder.
His thigh still pressed between her legs, and she rubbed herself against it ever so slightly, but enough it sent tingles of lust up her spine.
“I just play at it mostly.” He moved close to her ear and whispered. “I think playing Dom with you is going to be loads of fun.”
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