[EB03] Bad Girls Do

by Rosalie Lario

  You have to grow up sometime.

  Besides, it wasn’t as if she couldn’t afford it.

  She stepped into her large combined bedroom and sitting area, then screeched when something scratched at her balcony door.

  A pair of eyes appeared on the other side of the French doors, and terror racked her body. Despite all the tales of crime she’d heard while living with her mother in Paris, she’d never had cause to be afraid here in New York City. Not when her father lived in one of the best parts of town and had a security guard manning the premises at all hours of the night. But now she remembered all the horror stories.

  Her fear lent her adrenaline as she searched the room for a weapon. The lamp, maybe. It was certainly heavy enough.

  But before she could cross the room, a familiar voice filtered in through the tiny crack in-between the doors.

  “Diane. It’s me.”

  “Sam?” Setting her hands against her heaving chest, she took a better look. Sure enough, even though it was too dark outside for her to see his full features, she recognized the contours of his face.

  Her anxiety morphed into annoyance. Scowling, she crossed to the doors and unlocked them, then opened one of the doors a fraction so she could slip out into the frigid night air. Her second-floor balcony overlooked the courtyard below. It was surrounded on three sides by the walls of their townhouse, and the fourth wall belonged to the neighboring building. The seclusion of the courtyard was one of the things she loved most about her father’s home, especially since his own suite of rooms was located up on the fifth floor. She’d never had the occasion—or the nerve—to entertain anyone in her rooms, but it had at least helped to know she could without having to worry about him.

  Right now, though, it wasn’t her father she was concerned with. Shivering, she slid her hands into the folds of her robe and searched for the guard. “You crawled up the fire escape? How did you get past Manny?”

  A grin crept to Sam’s face as his eyes raked over her body, taking in her robe and her damp hair. “Nice outfit.”

  Frowning at the sloppy tone of his voice, she took a closer look. Rough stubble covered his face and his leather jacket was only halfway zipped. A black sweater peeked out from beneath it, and his gloveless hands were partially shoved in the pockets of his coat. He looked completely disheveled, and a little bit toasted.

  “Have you been drinking?” she asked him suspiciously.

  His grin widened. “How’d you guess?”

  Maybe because you’re here in the first place.

  She didn’t give voice to that thought, however, for fear it would make him leave.

  “I saw him,” he said absently.

  She scrunched up her freezing toes. “Who?”

  “Manny, your security guard. He let me into the courtyard.”

  Diane’s jaw dropped. “Why would he do that? It’s, like, the opposite of his job.”

  Sam gave a soft chuckle. “He knows me, Diane. He’s seen me at events before, remember?”

  Thinking back on it, she supposed his face would be familiar to Manny. Still, she couldn’t believe he would just let Sam pass without at least asking her about it.

  “I told him we were secretly hooking up.” When she gasped at Sam’s blunt words, he gave her a carefree shrug. “Don’t worry. I asked him not to tell anyone.”

  “Well, I suppose I should feel better about it, then,” she responded acidly.

  He took a step closer, his voice turning soft and silky. “Are you mad?”

  She had been, but somehow, miraculously, all it took was a few words from him to practically make her forget what she had been thinking about.

  A frigid gust of wind slapped her in the face and she hugged her arms tightly around herself. “What are you doing here?”

  “What do you think?”

  Then he was closing the distance between them, warming her with his proximity. His hands slid out of his pockets and he pulled her in tight, his eyes flashing with heat as he stared down at her.

  “I missed you,” he murmured, his whiskey-scented breath kissing her cheek. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

  Even though logic told her he was only saying those words because he wanted to get under her robe, her heart still lifted with something that felt suspiciously like hope.

  Which was stupid, when she thought about it, because this was nothing more than a fling.

  Taking a shaky breath, she tried to infuse lightness into her voice. “You have my pictures to keep you company.”

  He let out a hearty groan. “They’ve been fucking torture. I can’t stop staring at them.”

  Her mouth twisted into a grin. “Good.”

  Laughing, he swept his head down toward hers. His lips landed on hers, cold as ice. She gasped at the contact, and then his tongue swooped inside her mouth, bringing with it a tidal wave of heat and desire.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting to her toes as the kiss deepened, blossoming into a full-blown make out session.

  Sam’s arms closed over her waist and he lifted her, taking a few steps until her back hit the wall. He covered her front, shielding her from the worst of the cold as he continued to kiss her like the world was about to end. His body was like a wall of steel…if steel could make her burn with desire, that was.

  But when he undid the belt of her robe and slid it open, reality slapped her in the face, along with the cold blast of air that tightened her nipples and broke goosebumps out over her flesh.

  “What are you doing?” she gasped.

  He pulled back to rake her with an amused glance. “I thought that was obvious.”

  “Not here.” The odds were low that her father or one of his household employees would go out into the courtyard in this weather, but if they did, the last thing she wanted was for them to see this.

  But when she started to close the folds of her robe, he grabbed her wrists and trapped them against the wall. “Come on, baby. Live a little.”

  Then his lips were on her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth, and her body went into automatic response mode. Her head thumped back against the wall as she gasped and arched into his touch. Her fingers and toes were freezing, but heat unfurled low in her tummy, making her all but senseless with desire.

  “Sam,” she whispered.

  “Mm.” He released one of her wrists and his hand slid between her legs, finding the moisture building at her clit. He let out a hiss and worked his tongue up to her collarbone, then the pulse point at her neck. “Do you know how much I’ve dreamed about feeling you from the inside again? Burying myself in your heat?”

  A soft moan slid from her lips. “That sounds good to me.”

  “I can tell,” he whispered against her ear. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

  Since that didn’t seem to warrant a response, she wound her fingers through his hair, arching into the fingers questing between her thighs.

  “Would you let me fuck you right here?” he murmured.

  She was beginning to think she would let him do anything he wanted. But when a sharp stab of wind sparked a full-blown shudder, Sam reached past her and grasped the handle to the partially open door, then pulled it further open.

  “Get inside.”

  Not about to protest, she slid out from under him and held her robe closed as she raced inside. Shivers racked her body as it struggled to adjust to the change in temperature.

  He was behind her before she could turn, clicking the door shut and tugging her backward so that her ass pressed against his thighs. His hands reached over to rub along her front, warming her quickly.

  “Better?” he asked, arching his hips against her.

  When the thick heat of his cock pressed against the small of her back, Diane sucked in a hard breath. “Much.”

  “Good.” He lowered his mouth to her ear, biting gently on the lobe, and then his hands tugged open the folds of her robe once more. His hands palmed her breasts, thumbs grazing
her nipples, and he commented, “Nice room.”

  Before she could even wonder at his ability to process what her room looked like when she was all but mindless with her lust for him, he urged her forward so that she crossed the room and stood directly in front of the full-length mirror mounted on a wooden swivel frame beside her vanity table.

  Now she had a clear view of the both of them—her, with her damp hair wild and eyes glazed with desire, and him, his eyes locked on her bare body. They feasted on her breasts, darkening with lust as he kneaded the globes and then moved down to the shadow of a triangle between her thighs.

  One of his hands followed his gaze. His fingers slid between her legs, drawing against the moisture slickening her labia. Without warning, he thrust one digit into her.

  She gave a sharp cry and bucked beneath him as the unexpected pressure spread tendrils of arousal through her body. “Oh god, Sam.”

  “Mm…” His lips slid along her collarbone. “I like hearing you moan my name.”

  Apparently. He certainly had a knack for making her do it.

  When he withdrew from her body, she let out a whimper of protest. “No.”

  “Shh. I’m not going anywhere.”

  With deft fingers, he snatched her robe from her shoulders and let it fall in a pool at her feet. He unzipped his jacket and shrugged it off so it landed right beside her robe. Then his hands were on her again, one caressing her breast while the other lifted her thigh and propped it over his knee.

  His questing fingers danced along her clit, strumming her into a frenzy, and then two of them slid back into her body, gliding in with an ease that spoke to the depth of her hunger for him.

  “Oh…Sam.” Mesmerized, she observed them in the mirror. Watched him looking at her. His face was hard with passion, his dark hair such a marked contrast to her blonde. Opposites in so many ways. Who would have thought those differences would be so very good?

  He noticed her watching him and a pained expression crept to his face. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve thought about you this past week? It’s been killing me.”

  His stark admission was punctuated by a deep thrust of his fingers, and she moaned and writhed against his body. “Why didn’t you call me then? Or come over sooner?”

  Sam chuckled. “’Cause I’m an idiot, clearly.”

  His hand slid from her breast and in-between their bodies. Half senseless from the pleasure his questing fingers wrought, she supported her weight against him while he worked the zipper of his jeans. The metal teeth clicked downward with a rasping sound, and then he was rummaging through his jeans for something.

  He withdrew a foil packet from his pocket and used his teeth to open it. She couldn’t help but admire his dexterity. That he could accomplish so much while his fingers were still buried deep inside her was astounding.

  The condom disappeared behind her, and then the weight of his cock pressed against her back. He rolled the condom on and then his free hand was back at her waist, supporting her weight.

  His teeth grazed the tendon at her neck as he slid his fingers partially out, then slammed them back inside her. Again and again, until her body ached with the desire to release. Whimpering, she watched his fingers glide in and out of her body, slick with her dew. Crazy how hot it made her to watch.

  “Do you want me to fuck you?” he murmured into her ear.

  His breath tickled her lobe and she shuddered with anticipation. “You know I do.”

  He nipped at her ear. “Ask me nicely.”

  An automatic protest rose within her. “Sam.”

  Chuckling, he stopped the movement of his fingers. “Not good enough. Say, ‘Sam please fuck me, hard.’”

  The desire to challenge him warred with her need to have him inside her. Finally, the latter won out. Squirming, she said, “Sam, please fuck me.”

  His fingers slid out and his hand grasped her thigh, lifting it into the air. For one glorious moment, she thought he was going to give her what she wanted. But then he gave her a wicked grin. “Fuck you how, Diane?”

  Scowling, she dug her fingernails into his arm, silently punishing him for making her say it aloud. Even though some deep, dark part of her loved that he had. “Hard.”

  “That’s a good girl.”

  He shifted in his spot and the tip of his cock nudged her entrance. With one expert thrust of his hips, he was lodged deep inside her.

  “Ohmigod.” Gasping at the sudden invasion, she lifted her arms up and clutched at Sam’s shoulders. She held onto him for support as he slid most of the way out, then plunged back in with one smooth stroke. He felt huge pumping in and out of her, filling her in the deepest ways imaginable. And she loved every moment of it. “Yes. Oh, hell, yes.”

  “Hold on,” he rumbled.

  Standing there helplessly, she could do no more than dig her fingers into his shoulders and watch while he pounded up into her. The position gave her a close-up view of his cock sliding in and out of her. Mesmerized, she watched, even as he moved faster. Fucked her deeper and harder, until finally, her body seized and clamped around him and her mind all but exploded with passion.

  Crying out at the exquisite sensation of coming apart in his arms, Diane arched her back and turned her head to bury her face in Sam’s neck.

  He kept working her, over and over until she collapsed against him. Only then did he slide out of her body and set her foot back on the ground. His arms wound around her waist, lending her support.

  Breathing hard, Diane focused on Sam’s reflection. That was when she noticed he didn’t look nearly as sated as she did. In fact, his face was still hard with lust. And when she peered down, she realized that wasn’t the only thing still hard.

  “You didn’t come?”

  It came out as a shocked whisper, and he grinned in response.

  “Nope.” His hands blazed a lazy trail from her stomach up to her breasts and he bent to press a few wandering kisses along her neck. “Did you think it’d be over that quick?”

  “Umm…”

  His laugh tickled her throat. “Then you were very, very wrong.”

  When his glittering gaze met hers, she realized just how right he was. They were only getting started…

  And even though she’d just had probably the most explosive orgasm of her life, she already wanted more. So much more.

  Chapter Ten

  Sam’s body practically shook with the force of his unspent passion as he stared at Diane. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glazed, and that only made him more fucking turned on. He wanted to bury himself inside of her and pound away until this uncontrollable lust faded, but part of him feared that nothing would make these feelings go away. Honestly, it scared the shit out of him, so he held back.

  This past week had been hell. Every morning he’d woken up wanting to see her. Every night he’d dreamt of her. The moments in-between had been filled with staring at the images she’d saved on his screen and jacking off. Lots.

  He hadn’t been lying when he told her the pictures had been torture.

  “Sam?”

  When Diane turned to face him with a question in her eyes, he realized he’d been standing there frozen, staring at her.

  The stark hunger in her eyes propelled him into action. “Turn around.”

  He guided her into turning back to face the mirror. Something about watching her face while he fucked her had sparked a monster within him. He only wanted more.

  “Hands up.” He placed each of her palms along the wooden frame of her long swiveling mirror, and she gripped the frame tight. Her eyes danced with anticipation as he slid her still damp hair off her shoulders. He’d never thought much about hair, but he had to say hers was beautiful. Long, slightly wavy, and just the right shade of golden.

  What the hell am I doing standing here thinking about her hair?

  Especially when his cock was still hard for her. That was only further proof that he was losing his mind—at least when it came to this woman.

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sp; Stepping backward, he pushed down on her back, urging her into a semi-bent position. She gasped and, when he grabbed her hips and pulled them further back, the mirror shook as she readjusted her grip farther down.

  The position couldn’t be more perfect. With her legs splayed open like that, her pussy was ready to be filled. His cock strained toward her, eager to do the job, but not yet. First, he needed a taste.

  When he dropped to his knees behind her, she made a sound that was half whimper, half moan. Part of him longed to prolong the anticipation, but who was he kidding. He needed his mouth on her just as much as she did.

  He grasped the cheeks of her luscious ass and spread them, then slid his tongue in-between the plump folds of her pussy and right into her sweet, hot channel. She let out a sharp cry and her flesh trembled against his palms. When his cock jerked, he knew he didn’t have much time to waste. At least not for this first round.

  He thrust his tongue as deep as it would go, reveling in the taste of her addictive honey, and then slid it out to lap at the pearl of her clit. Over and over he did that, until her moans filled his ears and her legs shook uncontrollably. Finally, when he felt she was right on the verge, he rose and fit his cock to her entrance, then slid in with one smooth thrust.

  She shouted, and her pussy clamped him tight until he gritted his teeth against the arousing combination of pleasure and pain. The feel of her body clenching against him, the scent of their arousal tinging the air, was too much to bear.

  Abandoning himself to sensation, he reared back and then drove home again. Again, and again until the sound of her cries and the amazing feeling of ramming into her sparked a climax so intense his vision erupted into a shower of sparks.

  Dimly he heard the sound of his own voice as he yelled his release into the air. When Diane’s knees gave out, he followed her down to the ground, still lodged deep inside her. But even as he fought for breath, he knew.

  It wasn’t enough. He needed more of her. Needed every little bit of her she would give him.