[EB03] Bad Girls Do

by Rosalie Lario

  Her eyes slid down past her flat stomach to her legs, spread every bit as blatantly as she’d imagined. The sight of her bare and glistening with her juices surprised her. She’d never spent much time on that area, certainly never seen a picture of it before. She had to admit, the sight was beyond arousing.

  As if he sensed her excitement, he leaned forward to suck one of her nipples into his mouth, working it hard before nipping his way to the other one. Then he rose once more. “Should I take a few more?”

  Oh, he knew just how to work her, didn’t he?

  “Yes,” she panted. If he kept making her feel this way, she had a feeling she would allow him to do absolutely anything he wanted.

  A rumble tore from his throat as he stood back and snapped the camera a few more times. Knowing what he saw gave her the confidence to relax, to spread her legs just a little bit wider.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, continuing to snap away. The harsh sound of his breathing was the only sound, until he murmured, “Touch yourself. I want to see your hand there.”

  This time she didn’t hesitate. She was too turned on.

  Supporting herself on one hand, she slid the other between her legs, gliding against the moisture that coated her labia and thighs.

  “Now inside,” he said, his voice a grating whisper. “Where I’m going to be very soon.”

  Whimpering, she obeyed. The feel of her body clenching around her finger made her gasp.

  Sam gave a strangled groan and rose. “Enough. I can’t take anymore.”

  She couldn’t blame him. In fact, she wholeheartedly agreed.

  His face hard with passion, he finally closed the distance between them, carelessly dropping his phone onto the desk beside her. His hands closed around her thighs, caressing the sensitive flesh there, and then his finger replaced hers, sliding inside her body. Making her moan and writhe beneath his touch.

  She couldn’t help but watch his face as she rested both hands back on the desk. He looked like a man on the edge of losing control. And she very much liked it. In fact, between his expression, the feel of his finger inside her, and the knowledge of what they’d just done, she was on the verge of coming.

  “No more foreplay. I need you inside me now,” she whispered, too turned on to be embarrassed by her admission.

  “Thank the fucking gods,” he murmured.

  Through her haze of longing and passion, she noted him slipping his suit jacket off, then frantically undoing his belt and fly. She caught a glimpse of his erect cock before he slid the condom on. Then one hand was at her thigh again, shaking with the force of his passion as he used his other hand to fit his erection to her.

  “Sam,” she pleaded, wriggling her hips. She was so worked up she thought she might explode.

  “I know, baby,” he whispered. And then he was there, thrusting deep into her with reckless abandon.

  Her back bowed from the force of his entry. He was thick and hard and oh so big, filling her deeper than she’d ever been filled before. Her body went into immediate overload, a climax ripping through her with such brute force that she screamed out loud, convulsing wildly around him. Her trembling hands refused to support her and she went crashing back onto the desk.

  “Oh, fuck,” he roared, his upper body covering hers as he slid almost all the way out of her, then rammed back in. Again and again, fucking her every bit as hard as he’d warned her he would. And she loved it even more than she could have imagined.

  On and on her orgasm went, sending tingling pulses of arousal through her body and making her ears rush with the sound of her racing blood.

  Finally, he groaned and, with one last brutal thrust, slid in as deep as he could go. He buried his face in her neck, his body shaking with the intensity of his release.

  Her heart raced as she closed her arms around him, holding him tight while she fought to calm her breath. To think straight again.

  But that was an impossible feat. Sex with Sam had clearly broken her brain.

  Spent and limp, she trailed lazy circles down the back of his dress shirt. The silence was thick around them, but she was too mind-blown to break it, or even care.

  Never in a million years had she imagined sex could be so primitive, so all-consuming. She could only hope that Sam had enjoyed it as much as she had because after just one encounter with him, something had become very clear.

  Bad girls did have more fun. And she was determined to become even more of one.

  Hell, if life-altering orgasms were the end result, she would never be good again.

  ***

  God knew how much time had passed before sanity returned and Sam realized he was laying all of his weight atop Diane. She hadn’t said a word in complaint, just slid her finger down his back in caressing motions, but it had to be damn uncomfortable to be pressed between him and the cold, hard wood.

  “Sorry,” he grunted, sliding out of her enveloping heat and off her body.

  She said nothing, simply gave him a sated grin and slid her hands along her stomach, looking every bit like the sex goddess she’d proven herself to be.

  This was normally the part where he came up with something witty to say, but as he stared down at Diane, words deserted him. What did you say to a woman who’d just rocked your world in ways you hadn’t known possible? Thanks, and I can’t wait to do it again?

  While that was certainly true, it didn’t seem like the right thing to say.

  Hell, maybe there was no right thing. All he knew, was that a woman he’d once thought boring and cold had taken him so deep inside her body that he’d seen stars. Shit, she’d taken him so high he’d seen the fucking center of the universe.

  Just looking at her made lust stir within him once more. Thankfully, enough blood had flowed back north for him to realize it probably wasn’t the best of ideas. Hopefully, no one had heard the sounds they’d made, though lord knew they hadn’t been quiet at the end.

  This wasn’t the time and place. It never had been. He’d just been too turned on to resist.

  Finally realizing he was just standing there staring, he gave her a lopsided grin and stepped away to dispose of the condom in his wastebasket.

  She let out a sigh and, when he turned back around, she sat up and hopped off the desk. She turned to look at him, uncertainty registering in her expression. No doubt she was wondering what the protocol was for this situation. Damned if he knew. This was unlike any he’d ever been in before.

  Attempting to diffuse the mood, he murmured, “Looks like you have it in you after all.”

  She let out a shocked little laugh. “I guess you’re right.”

  When she lifted her hands to her hair, it made the tips of those perfect breasts arch toward him. He bit back a groan at the sight. “You’re killing me.”

  If they didn’t get out of here fast, he might have to go find another condom. How embarrassing would it be to have to do that again?

  Looking chagrined, she murmured, “Sorry,” then headed toward her discarded dress. But when she bent to retrieve it, teasing him with the view, he realized he was the culprit, not her. Apparently, now that he knew what it felt like to be inside her, even looking at her was enough to make him hard.

  He averted his eyes and set about righting his clothes, then slipped his jacket back on.

  When he finally dared look at Diane again, she was back in her dress, her hair combed out and her makeup looking a bit mussed but not so much that it would attract attention. That “What do I do now?” expression was back on her face.

  Since it was a perfect match to what he was feeling, he looked around for any distraction. He found it in his phone. Grabbing it, he said, “I’m going to erase the pictures now.”

  A promise was a promise.

  “Wait.” Flushing, she approached and took his phone, then started scrolling through it. She pressed some buttons as she went.

  Assuming she wanted to erase all the pictures herself to ensure they were truly gone—and rightfully, he couldn’t b
lame her for that—he patiently waited. But when she handed the phone back to him, he caught a glimpse of creamy flesh on the screen.

  Nonplussed, he stared at the erotic image still on his phone. It was already burned into his mind, probably for all of eternity, but still, to have the actual picture was a shock.

  When his puzzled gaze met hers, she turned almost as red as her dress. Lowering her eyes, she murmured, “I thought you might want to keep a few of them. You know, as a memento.”

  A scoff of disbelief escaped him.

  Visibly steeling her shoulders, she looked back up at him. “For your eyes only, of course.”

  Then, much to his shock, she turned and headed for the door, her head held high as a princess.

  Holy shit.

  Willing his rubbery legs to move, he caught up with her by the door. “Wait.”

  The moment she turned, he caught her in his embrace, pressing a passionate kiss to her lips. She froze, but then her arms wound around his neck and she threw herself into the kiss with abandon.

  When he felt his slacks grow uncomfortably tight again, he pulled back. Smoothing a lock of hair off her face, he drawled, “Sweetheart, I gotta say, you are really good at being bad.”

  She grinned. “Thanks. I think.”

  “Keep this up, and in a few weeks, you might be able to teach me a thing or two.”

  One of her thinly arched brows lifted and she cheekily said, “I plan on doing just that.”

  Then she was slipping out the door, leaving him to recover from all the surprises she’d sprung on him that night.

  Shit, Sam.

  Now, after everything that had gone down in this room, he was beginning to realize something. The seemingly mundane and unfeeling Diane Milstrom he’d known before, the one he was betting Andrew knew, was only the protective outer shell of the woman beneath: a vibrant, passionate person who wanted to experience more out of life.

  Just like him.

  If he weren’t careful, Diane might be able to work her way under his skin.

  The knowledge of that was all too prevalent as Sam stealthily slipped out of his office and headed back down the corridor. It was foremost in his mind when he paused at the door and, after seeing Diane standing inside the conference room with her father, turned and headed for the elevators.

  He had to get out of there. Clear his head. He’d head down to the nearest pub and call Zach and Zoey from there. No doubt they’d be up for meeting him for a few rounds of drinks. A game or two of pool. He’d get shitfaced with his friends and have a carefree night on the town.

  Anything to forget the images burning up the phone in his pocket. To forget how fucking amazing Diane had smelled. How tight she’d felt clenching around him. Because they’d both been clear about this thing from the start. It was nothing more than meaningless fun.

  No matter how much part of him might want to think otherwise.

  Chapter Nine

  Five days had passed since the most thrilling night of Diane’s life. Five days of waiting and wondering when Sam was going to call her, then hating on herself because she’d vowed she wasn’t going to do that. If not for the periodic text messages he’d sent, she would have thought their tryst had meant less than nothing to him.

  But, of course, it hadn’t been words he’d been texting her. No, that would have been too normal. Too safe. Instead, each of the three messages she’d received had contained images of her on that desk, all splayed out before him.

  After the initial shock of receiving those texts had worn off, she’d gone back and reexamined the photos. They’d been surprisingly exciting and had sparked memories that kept her on the verge of arousal.

  She wanted to see him again. Wanted to experience the amazing feeling of being with him. But she couldn’t be the first one to say it. She might be new at this game, but she knew that much at least.

  When they made love again, it had to be because he had initiated it.

  Her current train of thought made her scoff. As if she could call what had happened between her and Sam making love. It had been nothing of the sort. They’d had raw, animalistic sex. Or as he would likely say, he’d fucked her good and hard.

  And she’d loved every minute of it.

  A knock on her office door saved her from further analysis. She looked up just as the door opened and Angela’s head poked inside. “Are you busy?”

  “Not really.” She was supposed to be pouring over last month’s figures but, to put it mildly, she’d been distracted. “What are you doing all the way up here?”

  Her charity’s office was located on Park and 96th, right on the edge of the Upper East Side and Harlem. Though Angela wasn’t a snob by any means, Diane would venture to guess she rarely made it into this part of town.

  “I wanted to see if you were up for lunch.” Angela pushed the door open all the way and leaned on the doorjamb. “I left you a message but you didn’t call me back.”

  Diane flushed at the semi-accusatory tone in her friend’s voice. “Sorry.”

  Angela had called a couple of times over the past few days, but Diane had blown her off, knowing she would ask about the office party. She was going to tell her what happened between her and Sam. How could she not? But, well…she didn’t know. She’d wanted to keep it to herself a bit longer. Analyze it more before facing Angela’s questions.

  Diane glanced at the timestamp on her computer. “I can slip away for a little bit.”

  She logged off and grabbed her purse and coat, then led the way to the door, pausing just long enough to inform Teresa, her program manager that she was going out.

  “Is there anywhere good to eat around here?” Angela asked as they stepped outside, pulling her heavy brown coat tighter around her body to ward off the winter chill.

  “There’s a decent pizza place a few blocks down.”

  Angela fell into place beside her and they walked in silence, focusing their attention on the icy patches of yellowy sludge coating the sidewalk. As much as Diane loved the city, this was the one thing she disliked. The awe-inspiring purity of the falling snow all too quickly morphed into a nasty, messy pedestrian hazard.

  Diane had to give her friend credit. She’d waited until they’d ordered their slices and cokes, then sat at a table and taken off their cold weather gear before grilling her.

  “Don’t think I haven’t realized you’re avoiding me.”

  Wincing, Diane said, “Sorry. I just needed some time to think, I guess.”

  Angela raised a brow and sat forward. “So, something did happen.”

  Mutely, Diane nodded.

  Clapping a hand over her open mouth, Angela whispered, “What? Did you two…do it?”

  It all sounded so juvenile when she put it that way. But since that was about the gist of it, Diane nodded. “Yes.”

  Angela gasped. “When? After the party?”

  Yikes. Even though Diane’s bad girl vow meant she really shouldn’t care, she couldn’t help but be embarrassed. “Not exactly.”

  Her friend’s iron grip wrapped around her wrist. “Then when?”

  A flush spread over Diane’s face. “Sort of, kind of, at the party.”

  When Angela half squeaked, half choked, the flush morphed into full-on fiery heat.

  “Tell me how that happened.”

  Diane went over what had occurred without going into specifics about the actual encounter, much to Angela’s consternation.

  “Come on, tell me about it,” Angela urged.

  “Nope.” She would never be naughty enough to go into those kinds of specifics. There was only so far a good girl could go.

  Scowling, Angela said, “At least tell me whether or not it was good.”

  But, as it turned out, she didn’t have to because the answering blush on her face gave it all away.

  “I knew it,” Angela whispered, absently brushing her wind-blown auburn hair off her forehead. “So, when are you gonna see him again?”

  “We didn’t make any pla
ns.”

  Angela’s mouth dropped. “Seriously?”

  Diane shrugged.

  Her friend looked at her incredulously. “And that doesn’t bother you?”

  “No.” At least it shouldn’t.

  A look of consternation crept to Angela’s face. “Well, you have to see him again.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “If he’s inspired you to sleep with him at a crowded office party, just imagine what else he could do? You two might blow that list of yours right out of the water.”

  She had a point there.

  “We’ll see,” she said to Angela. “I’m not going to get crazy about it. This is just a fling.”

  Just a fling. Which meant she should give it no more than the occasional thought.

  That turned out to be much easier said than done, however, especially since Sam sent her a few more texts over the new few days. But when a week came and went with no actual call from him, she’d begun to conclude he was only playing with her emotions. Why else would he tease her with those pictures and not follow through? If they’d made him as hot as they made her, he wouldn’t have been able to stay away for so long.

  That thought haunted her all throughout her shower the following Thursday evening.

  Maybe you should just call him.

  She talked herself out of it as soon as the idea came to her. With all the lovers Diane’s mother had experienced, not once had she seen her mother care enough to seek one out. They always came to her. That was the way it should be.

  If Sam wasn’t going to come to her, maybe she should find her fun elsewhere.

  Diane worked her hair into a fierce lather, trying to ignore the voice inside her head that said there was no way she was going to do that. Seeking Sam out had taken every ounce of bravado she’d had. Doing it again with someone else seemed impossible.

  Especially considering that she didn’t want anyone else.

  After rinsing off, she wrapped her hair in a towel and slipped on her fluffy white robe before exiting her cavernous en suite bathroom.

  The fact that she’d been here in the city for close to a year now and still lived with her father in his massive brownstone hadn’t really concerned her before the New Year. Before Sam. Lately, she’d started thinking she needed to get her own place.