[EB03] Bad Girls Do

by Rosalie Lario

  Curiosity prompted her to say, “So you have an office here? I was under the impression you didn’t come into work often.”

  He gave her a wicked grin. “I don’t. Only when one of my brothers manages to guilt me into it. Which isn’t often.”

  Sam stopped in front of a set of dark wooden doors and turned the knob, motioning for her to enter. As she stepped inside, the voice of a man filtered out from deeper inside the room. She exchanged a curious glance with Sam, who looked as confused as she did. But then his expression cleared and he turned toward the large mahogany desk set in front of the large windows at the far end of the room.

  A man in an elegant suit sat in the chair at the desk, his back turned to them so that he faced the windows with their impressive skyline view. He clutched a bottle of amber liquid in one hand while talking and laughing into the phone.

  “I thought you were going to bring the whiskey back to the conference room,” Sam said dryly to the man.

  The man gave a start and spun in the chair to face them. That was when she recognized who it was: Zach Beringer, Zoey’s brother.

  His eyes widened as he took note of her presence and he murmured into the phone, “Let me call you back later.”

  Her shoulders ached to bow forward, like that would hide her from Zach’s curious gaze, but she forced herself to stand straight, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

  Zach stood and schooled his features into a quirky grin. “Sorry. Got distracted by the view.”

  When his eyes wandered to Sam’s, Diane could all but read his expression. He wanted to know what she was doing here.

  Well, at least that answered one of her questions: whether Sam had been bragging to his friends about what had happened between the two of them.

  Zach cleared his throat and lifted the bottle in his hand. “Did you want some?”

  Sam shook his head. “I think Zoey does. She’s back in the conference room.”

  “Oh.”

  Understanding dawned on Zach’s face, and this time, Diane couldn’t stop the heat that crept to her cheeks. What did Zach think she and Sam were going to do in here?

  Even more importantly, was he right about it?

  “Well, um.” Zach coughed into his fist. “I’d better get this to her. You know how psycho Zoey gets without her liquor.”

  With those words, he beat a hasty path to the door, exchanging a loaded glance with Sam on his way past. It was so quick she would have missed it had she not been looking for it.

  Her stomach gave an anxious flip.

  Oh god. She’d never known the Beringers to be gossipy like some of the Manhattan elite could be, but she still couldn’t help but worry.

  Then Zach was gone, the door shutting behind him with a firm click. The cavernous room suddenly felt too small with her and Sam in it.

  Fighting her spate of nerves, Diane ambled through the room, examining its contents. Sam’s artwork covered the walls; fiery, impressionistic pieces she couldn’t help but admire. They practically oozed passion and danger. Like the man himself. His desk was far too neat. Clearly he hadn’t been lying when he said he rarely came in.

  “It’s a nice office. Shame it doesn’t get more use,” she teased.

  He grinned at her words. “You should see my art studio. It’s a fucking mess.”

  Laughing, she picked up a framed photo from his desk. It was of him standing at an easel with several kids. They all held paintbrushes to a canvas that had already been dotted with splotches of color. The top of the easel had a plaque emblazoned with the words “Art for Underprivileged Youths”.

  Surprised, she asked, “You’ve volunteered here?”

  He nodded. “Every few months. It’s fun to paint with the kids. They have no filter on their creativity.”

  Somehow, she hadn’t envisioned him as the charitable type. She’d figured him far more likely to spend all his free time carousing at bars. Apparently, there was more to Sam Everly than the carefree playboy image he presented to their social crowd.

  “It’s a great charity. We’ve worked with them before.”

  Sam’s brow rose. “We?”

  Diane set the photo back in its place. “I run a local charity supporting unwed teenage mothers.”

  Sam looked surprised. “Really? I had no idea.”

  She nodded, absently sliding her fingertips along the cold, hard wood of the desk. “I talked my father into funding it right before I moved here to open it up.”

  “Wow. For some reason, I thought you didn’t work.”

  She made a face at him. “I’m not a carbon copy, bored Manhattan socialite, you know.”

  “Apparently not.”

  Without warning, he edged closer. Startled, she froze in her spot and watched him approach.

  He stopped right in front of her, practically sucking up all the air in the room with the sheer masculinity of his presence. When his palm cupped her cheek, her heart hammered against her rib cage. “So, what motivated you to start such an altruistic pursuit?”

  The heat of his hand seeped into her skin, making her breath harsh and raspy. She gave an unconscious lick of her lips. “I had a friend back in high school who got pregnant. Her parents were very concerned about their image and social status. Not so much about her. They disowned her, leaving her homeless and destitute.”

  “Wow,” he rumbled. “That’s horrible.”

  “Luckily, my mother allowed her to move in with us until she landed on her feet, but I guess it stuck with me, you know?”

  “I can imagine. Those younger years can be very impressionable.”

  Sam’s words made it sound like he was remembering his own past. Suddenly, she recalled that her father had told her in passing of his mother’s death when he was younger. Of a drug overdose. She could only imagine what sort of an impression that had left on Sam.

  His sudden grin broke the heaviness that had settled over the room. “You know, I’ve never actually fooled around in here.”

  The insinuation behind his words made her pulse race. “I find that hard to believe.”

  “It’s true.” His blue eyes glimmered with intensity as he stepped closer.

  Her derriere made contact with the desk. Caught up in watching Sam, in anticipating what he would do, she absently sat on top of it.

  Sam wasted no time in settling his knee between her legs, nudging them open so he could wedge his hips in-between them. The movement slid her skirt higher up her thighs, but he didn’t take advantage of it. Not yet. Instead, he stood there, staring down at her with thinly veiled hunger in his eyes.

  “I always thought it would be fun to christen this room.”

  When his finger reached out to trace the line of her cleavage, a shiver of desire racked her body. “I…do you think that’s a good idea? Someone could walk in at any moment.”

  Sam made a low, amused sound in his throat. “That’s part of the thrill, isn’t it?”

  He was right. The thought of letting Sam touch her body while a whole crowd of people convened just down the hallway sent a naughty chill through her.

  “Have you thought about it?” he murmured.

  “Um…” She gasped when his finger moved to circle the tip of one breast over the fabric of her dress. “Thought about what?”

  “Whether you’re going to be a bad girl, after all?”

  “I…”

  When he lowered his head to the other breast, setting his mouth over the thin fabric and sucking in hard, she let out a whimper.

  Oh, what the hell. Lord knew she wanted this. She’d already laid out all the reasons why she should let loose. It was time to stop being afraid, and start living a little.

  Her hand snagged in Sam’s hair, urging him to continue nuzzling her breast.

  “Yes,” she panted.

  He broke away from her grip, lifting his eyes to hers. “Yes, what?”

  She practically yelled in frustration. Here she was, almost dying from her desire for him, and he wanted to talk
about it? “Yes, I want to be bad. Very bad.”

  A throaty rumble tore from his throat, and then he was on her, yanking her hair to the side so he could press nipping kisses to her throat. He was going to leave love bites, but right now she couldn’t care less. Gasping, she shimmied on the desk until her skirt rose high enough for her to wrap her legs around his waist.

  His arms went around her back, unerringly finding the zipper of her dress. He slid it down, then lowered the fabric of her dress so her breasts were bared to the air.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, cupping her breasts and squeezing them together. “I love that you didn’t wear a bra.”

  The cut of the dress had made it hard to wear one without the straps showing, so she’d decided to go without. And if it had given her a little thrill to think of walking around without that extra barrier, well that had simply been an added bonus.

  Diane peeked over at the windows facing the neighboring office buildings. Though it was late enough that many of the offices would be empty by now, there were still many lit offices within her view.

  “What about the other buildings? Anyone in there could see us.”

  He gave a low chuckle. “Then they’ll be very happy they decided to work late.”

  His head lowered to her breast, sucking it hard into his mouth, and she arched into his touch. Honestly, the thought of strangers from a neighboring building spying on them, watching Sam worship her bare breasts, made her even hotter. Apparently, there was a bad girl in there somewhere.

  Her clit hummed with vibration as Sam used his mouth and tongue to lavish attention on both of her breasts. Liquid heat pooled in her body, making her slick with desire.

  She raked her nails through Sam’s hair, squirming into his touch, when a sudden thought occurred to her. This was the second time he was kissing her breasts, he’d already had his finger inside of her, and, “We’ve never even kissed.”

  That broke him from his single-minded focus on her breasts. He looked at her for a second, then a rakish grin crept to his face. “First kiss, huh?”

  Before she could do so much as nod, his face was lowering to hers. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips rising expectantly. But when his mouth landed, it was on her collarbone.

  Her eyes shot open as he licked and kissed his way down to her stomach, every now and again hitting her with his sexy gaze.

  When he knelt before her, spreading her legs wide, she practically started hyperventilating.

  “I’ll bet you’ve never let a guy go down on you before he even kissed you,” he rumbled.

  She shook her head no. He had that right.

  A look of challenge darkened his eyes as he hooked his thumbs beneath the straps of her silk panties and tugged.

  Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod.

  Blue spots danced in Diane’s vision as she struggled to suck in some air. Her legs tightened with the instinctive urge to clench them closed. She started to do just that, when she caught herself.

  No.

  She was going to do what she wanted for once. No matter how naughty it might be.

  Biting her lower lip between her teeth, she lifted her butt so Sam could slide the fabric down her thighs.

  Surprise and approval shone in his gaze as he tugged her panties down while murmuring, “Well, look at you, bad girl.”

  Heat flushed her cheeks. “Shut up and just do it already.”

  His laughter tickled her thigh as he bent forward to set his head between her legs. She had no more than a moment to continue her internal freak-out before his tongue slid out and raked a heated trail along her slick, sensitive folds.

  “Oh, god,” she cried, her body jerking convulsively. The knowledge that he was down there, doing that to her, made her whole body go into overload.

  “Mm-mm,” he uttered, his breath kissing her flesh. “Who would have thought? You taste like honey.”

  His eyes met hers, his gaze thick with erotic promise, and then his tongue swept her crease once again, dipping and sliding along her folds before reaching out to flick her clit.

  Crying out, she slid her hands up her waist, then cupped her bare breasts, sliding her palms against the tightly budded tips. She was vaguely aware of him watching her while his tongue explored her body. His groan of excitement reverberated against her super-sensitive skin.

  “Please,” she gasped, undulating against him as spears of desire pummeled her body.

  Unbelievable.

  He’d only just gone down on her, and already she was on the verge of coming. The only two other men she’d ever allowed to kiss her there had quit in frustration before she’d ever gotten anywhere near this point.

  He broke away with a muffled groan, setting his palms on her knees and sliding them further apart.

  “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes right now,” he murmured. “Skin flushed, your gorgeous tits in your hands.”

  She bit her lip and whimpered at the image his words sparked.

  His voice lowered to a deep, honeyed tenor. “The pink folds of your pussy, slick with your desire.”

  “Sam,” she whispered, wriggling her hips. His words were killing her.

  “And your delicious little clit,” he rumbled. “Practically begging me to suck it into my mouth.”

  “Sam, please.”

  His dark laughter washed over her, and then his lips were there once more, closing around her clit and sucking on it hard.

  A violent tremor racked her body, and suddenly she was exploding against his mouth. A cry tore from her throat, one she didn’t bother to muffle. She was too far gone anyway. Stars burst in her vision and the roaring of her own blood in her ears muted all sound.

  As if sensing the force of her climax, he slid his thumb to her nub, pressing into it while his tongue slid along her soaked crease once more and then unceremoniously rammed inside her body.

  “Oh, god. God, yes.” Her orgasm intensified, going on and on as he proceeded to fuck her hard with his tongue.

  Finally, when she could take it no more, she gasped and tugged at his head.

  “Stop,” she croaked. “You’re killing me.”

  A sound that was half groan, half laugh spilled from him as he rose to his feet and pressed into her body. The thick heat of his arousal settled right between her thighs, making her squirm.

  “Not yet,” he murmured, his voice heavy with promise.

  Then his lips were on hers, his mouth claiming hers just as thoroughly as it had worshipped her body mere moments before. He tasted of honey and musk, and the knowledge that she tasted herself on his tongue aroused her more than she could have ever imagined.

  She wound her arms around Sam’s neck, kissing him for everything she was worth until finally, he pulled away with a rumble.

  When his eyes met hers, any embarrassment she might have felt was swept away by the passion in his eyes.

  “Our first kiss,” he whispered.

  That was right, and it had tasted of her own climax. Who would’ve thought that would be so incredibly arousing?

  Much to Diane’s surprise, she found herself wanting him again. Wanting more of the sinful ecstasy he’d so expertly given her.

  Without taking his eyes off her, he slid his hips from side to side, pressing his erect cock against her core so that heat penetrated through his slacks. “I’m gonna fuck you now, Diane.”

  It wasn’t a question, but she answered it anyway.

  “Okay.”

  Like she could ever say no, not after what he’d just done to her.

  A low animal sound escaped him, making her realize he’d liked her meek acquiescence to his declaration. That only made her hotter for him.

  One thing was for sure. If she were going to explore her every secret fantasy, it seemed like she’d definitely picked the perfect partner to do it with.

  His body shook with barely controlled lust as he reared back to slip his wallet out of his slacks. He rifled through it, but then his brows furrowed. When he flipped through it again,
she began to comprehend the problem.

  “You don’t have a condom?”

  “No. I normally keep one on me.”

  She pressed her legs together as a sudden knot of jealousy formed in her stomach. Had he recently used the condom he usually kept in there?

  The thought made her crazy, but it wasn’t as if she could ask him about it. This thing between them wasn’t a relationship. It wasn’t anything other than an outlet for her to ease her frustrations.

  If only that made her feel even the slightest bit better about it.

  His face ripe with consternation, Sam said, “Do you have one?”

  “What, you think I carry a box in my purse?” she snapped.

  His eyes narrowed. “A simple no would have sufficed.”

  Feeling the moment effectively slipping away, she fought to keep a tight rein on her emotions. It was hard, though, when all she really wanted to do was scream in vexation.

  Diane started to slide off the desk, but Sam said, “No,” and set his hands on either side of her. He bent to press another hot kiss to her mouth, his tongue dipping inside and making her squirm all over again.

  Damn, he was good at that.

  Pulling back, he murmured into her ear. “Stay here. I’ll find one and be right back.”

  “Seriously?” But then his thick, hard cock pressed insistently into her through the fabric of his slacks, and she sucked in a breath. “Okay.”

  He made a sound of satisfaction and reared back. When his hot gaze washed over her, she realized what a mess she must be. Her hair curled wildly around her shoulders, the top of her dress was still hiked down to bare her breasts, and the skirt was bunched up around her waist.

  A belated blush crept to her cheeks. She slid her hands to her dress and started to pull it up, when his hand landed on hers.

  “No.” His hand cupped her chin, lifting her eyes to his. “I want you to stay just like this, waiting for me.”

  “But…what if someone comes in?”

  He smirked and slid his mouth to her ear. “Then they’d know what a naughty girl you really are, wouldn’t they?”

  Somehow, his words had the unexpected effect of setting her body ablaze. She half suspected that he’d known they would. Maybe she was easier to read than she’d thought.