Naughty & Nice

by J. S. Scott

  Kara bit back a moan as she felt his engorged cock against her core through the material of his dress pants. “Never,” she agreed. She was ready to capitulate on anything he wanted if he’d just fuck her senseless. He was right. She did need it. She needed her Simon exactly as he was: raw, untamed, and completely out of control.

  Taking his hands from her ass, he buried them in her hair and held her head in place as he covered her mouth with his in a kiss that was far from gentle. Kara relished it, fisting his hair as he devoured her mouth, branding her with the fire of his desperate embrace. He demanded, and she gave, opening to him as he explored the recesses of her mouth with his tongue boldly, greedily.

  They both came out of the kiss panting and needy.

  “Mine.” Simon’s tone was carnal, snapping her flimsy bra easily and letting it fall to the plush carpet soundlessly.

  He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs mercilessly. “These are so full and beautiful.” Simon lowered his head and latched onto one of the sensitive peaks, sucking it in, and then biting down hard enough to make the pleasure/pain sensation nearly unbearable.

  Kara gripped the metal bar at her back to keep from falling, letting her head slump against the wall. “Oh, God. Simon. Please.”

  He lifted his head. “Please what, baby?”

  “Fuck me,” she insisted, her pussy quivering in anticipation.

  “I plan on it. Eventually. I need to make you come first.” He dropped to his knees, placing open-mouthed kisses to her abdomen, over the stretch marks. “I love these marks. They make me crazy. They remind me that you got them from having our child.”

  Kara let her tears flow as he kissed every scar, the sincerity and heat in his voice making her realize what a fool she’d been. “I love you,” she gasped.

  “I love you, too, sweetheart.” His voice, low and husky, was muffled against her belly. “Are you ready for me, Kara?” he rumbled. “I think I need to find out,” he told her fiercely, his fingers delving beneath her fragile panties. “Christ. You’re so hot and so wet. Do you know what it does to me when your body responds to me this way?”

  Kara moaned as Simon ran one finger through her folds, the digit greeted by the liquid proof of her longing for him. “Please. I want you so much.”

  “Then you’ll have me.” He gripped the delicate material of her panties and tore them from her body. “Jesus. I need to taste you.” He groaned as he grasped her ass and buried his face in her pussy.

  “Simon,” she whimpered, quivering as he ran his tongue the entire length of her pussy, from her sheath to her pulsating clit. She removed one of her hands from the bar behind her and thrust it into his hair, bringing his face closer, harder against her.

  He didn’t tease her; he consumed her in his own dominant, voracious way that had her body begging for release. His lips, teeth, and tongue were urgent. Wild. Ferocious. Zeroing in on her engorged, sensitive clit, he was a man on a mission with only one goal, one objective. He was determined to make her come. Hard.

  The heat in her belly started to unfurl, shooting straight to her core. Her entire body started to tremble, and Kara felt like she was being incinerated. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” She chanted the word like a mantra as she imploded, her climax washing over her with a force that made her come unraveled. “Simon!” She screamed his name as her core clenched and released, the spasms hitting her so hard that she had to take her hand from his head and clutch at the bar behind her just to stay on her feet.

  He wrung every bit of pleasure he could from her, lapping at the liquid fire of her orgasm.

  Finally, he rose to his feet, tearing at his belt and the zipper of his pants. “I need to fuck you, baby.”

  Slumped against the wall, still trying to catch her breath, Kara reveled in the out-of-control, feral expression on his face. She loved his dirty talk when he lost all restraint. It fueled an answering wildness in her, a need that was not only physical but soul deep to have Simon claim her in the most elemental way. “Do it. I’m beyond ready for you. Fuck me.”

  Expecting him to wrap her legs around him and take her against the wall, she was surprised when he growled, “Wall sex isn’t going to cut it. I need you under me. All mine.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her gently to the plush carpet.

  The elevator compartment was enormous and private. They were the only ones who used it and it was incredibly clean. But Kara was so desperate she wouldn’t have given a crap if it wasn’t. She wanted, needed the same things as Simon did right now. “Yes.” She sighed as Simon pinned her wrists over her head, his ripped, solid, almost completely clothed body coming on top of her, trapping her beneath him. “Fuck me, Simon. Now.”

  He’d only taken the time to release his rock-hard cock, and Kara could feel it probing at her folds, sliding sensually against her hyper-sensitive clit. Their eyes locked and held for an endless moment, communicating their mutual need without words.

  “Mine,” he stated possessively before his mouth crashed down on hers.

  He kissed her with a carnal force that left her breathless and squirming beneath him. When he released her mouth, she begged, “Please. I need you.”

  “Tell me that you want me as much as I want you,” he ordered, his mouth buried in her neck, nipping her flesh, and then stroking his tongue along the sensitive skin.

  Sweet baby Jesus. Kara was about to lose her mind, wanting nothing more than for Simon to take control of her body and claim her. His probing cock made her squirm beneath him, and lift her hips to try to get him inside her. “I need you more than you need me. Now fuck me.”

  “Baby, you could never need me more than I need you,” he rumbled huskily into her ear. “Wrap those sexy long legs around me and hold on.”

  She responded immediately, knowing her heels were digging into his ass, but she still urged him forward with her legs, tightening them around his waist.

  Kara knew the moment Simon snapped completely. Positioning himself against the entrance of her channel, he buried himself to the balls inside her with one forceful thrust, releasing a low, carnal groan as he filled her.

  She moaned in response, the merging of their bodies rough and elemental. “Yes. Yes. I need you so much.” She urged him on, knowing how much he loved to hear that she needed him, wanted him. And she loved being able to say the words to him, because they were true.

  “You’ll come for me, again. I need to make you come,” he rasped.

  She tried to pull her wrists free, wanting to touch him, but he held her immobile, completely at his mercy. He didn’t start slow, and she didn’t want him to. She’d waited too long to feel Simon raw and untamed again. Every stroke of his cock filled her, fulfilled her longing for him to remind her just how hot and wild their passion could burn.

  She met his every entry into her sheath, raising her hips as he slammed into her over and over with a ferocity that had her thrashing her head in ecstasy. “Simon. Yes. Harder.” Greedily, she wanted everything he had.

  “Come for me, baby. I won’t last long,” he warned her darkly, his chest heaving, his big body shuddering like he was fighting to hold back.

  Kara lost herself to Simon the moment he covered her mouth with his, every sensation amplified. Her sensitive nipples abraded against the coarse fabric of his jacket, his tongue mimicked his cock with deep, fast thrusts into her mouth, and his cock pummeled her, his hips grinding against her pussy every time he buried himself inside her.

  Her climax hit hard and explosively, rocking her body as her channel clenched around his cock, milking him to his own release.

  “Fuck!” Simon bellowed loudly, his body shuddering as his hot release flooded her womb. Releasing her wrists, but remaining inside her, he rolled and held her body on top of his, both of them breathless and spent.

  Still dazed, Kara smiled as she realized she finally felt like a woman again. Simon’s woman. She wished the transition back to herself hadn’t taken so long, that she and Simon had talked a
bout this before. But maybe she hadn’t been ready. Maybe being a mommy had needed to come first before she could find her way back to being a woman again.

  “I missed you,” she whispered. “I missed you so much.”

  Simon stroked a hand over her back comfortingly. “I’ve always been here, baby. And I always will be.” He paused before adding, “I missed you, too. But Ginny needed you first. I just wish I could have been there for you more, helped more. I knew you were exhausted, and I felt so fucking helpless sometimes.” His voice was filled with remorse and frustration.

  Kara’s mind flashed back to nighttime feedings, being up with Ginny when she was fussy with colic and teething, diaper changes, and all of the other responsibilities and worries of new parents. Maybe there were some things that Simon couldn’t do, but he’d always been there, right beside her. “You’re a very good daddy,” she told him gently.

  “I love you more every day that we’re together, sweetheart. I don’t ever want you to forget that,” Simon’s words were a vow. “And you can always talk to me. I’m always ready and willing to show you exactly how beautiful you are to me.”

  Kara sighed, knowing her insecurities and lack of feeling sexy were probably just part of the process of being a new mom. “I know. It wasn’t you. I guess it was just a part of being a new mother that I needed to go through. But we should have talked more instead of guessing about how the other was thinking. Thank you for helping me get my sexy back,” she told him with a smile.

  “Baby, you never lost it in my eyes,” he answered, his tone protective and fierce. “But I’d be happy to help you keep finding it.”

  Kara sighed, realizing that he’d been constant, his love and his desire always there. It had been she who had had doubts and insecurities. “I’m ready.” Her heart swelled with happiness. “Are we done with the condoms now?”

  “Hell, yes. Having anything between us drove me fucking crazy. But I was so worried about you getting pregnant again that I used them for extra protection. It was my own paranoia, and I’m over it. You’re on birth control, and I’d rather be as close to you as I can possibly be. I’m ruined. I just reminded myself of how good you felt,” he said, disgruntled.

  “I’d be happy to reinforce the reminder,” Kara teased.

  “I’m taking you out for dinner first,” he demanded. “I want some time with my wife. And you’re going to eat. Your body is perfect.”

  “I’m starving,” she admitted, her stomach grumbling. She knew her post-pregnancy body was far from perfect, but she had no doubt that Simon believed it was.

  Simon rose and helped her to her feet. He tucked himself back into his pants, watching her as she slipped her dress over her head. “I guess I need to start buying you more lingerie,” he noted with a naughty grin, scooping up her ruined panties and bra and shoving them into his pocket.

  “I do have an underwear problem. If we don’t go back upstairs, I’ll be sitting through dinner with no bra and no panties.” Kara smiled. It wasn’t the first time they’d had that dilemma.

  Simon seemed to consider that problem for a moment before he finally slapped the buttons on the elevator to release it from the emergency stop to move upward again. “It’s a tempting idea, but I can’t stand the thought of any other man getting a look at what’s mine,” he told her possessively.

  Leaning forward, she grasped his tie and pulled him close to her. “You can rip the new ones off later.”

  His eyes flared with dark desire. “Count on it.”

  Kara’s core clenched tightly. She could hardly wait.

  Chapter Three

  “Simon, you have to stop buying Christmas gifts for me and Ginny. We still have three weeks until Christmas and all of the space under the tree is full,” Kara told her husband gently, taking a sip of her wine while she watched Simon demolish his tiramisu.

  Dinner had been delicious, but she was stuffed full of pasta and rich cream sauce. While Simon ate his dessert, she carefully broached the subject of his habit of going way over the top when it came to gifts. Every single day, he brought home more presents for Ginny and her. At his current rate of adding to the collection under the tree, their enormous living room would be full to the ceiling by Christmas. It certainly wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it, but she’d tried unsuccessfully to make him realize that she and Ginny didn’t need any more gifts. Their greatest gift was Simon.

  Simon shrugged. “I love you. I want to give you everything you need.”

  A tremulous sigh left Kara’s mouth, and she looked at her husband adoringly. “We have everything we need. We have you. Ginny and I want for absolutely nothing already.” It wasn’t only on holidays that Simon gave. Kara had a collection of jewelry that could probably rival the Crown Jewels.

  Simon had grown up with nothing, and he was trying to make sure the ones he loved never wanted for anything. Ginny was already growing up with a golden spoon in her mouth. Literally. Simon had bought his daughter a solid gold feeding spoon, for God’s sake. Kara didn’t want her daughter spoiled rotten. She and Simon had both grown up poor and knew the value of money. She wanted to spoil Ginny, but she also wanted her to understand the value of money.

  “My wife and child deserve to be taken care of.” The words were obstinate.

  Kara rolled her eyes with exasperation. He was so damn adorable when he was trying to defend his right to give them things. “We are taken care of. We’re both spoiled rotten.”

  Simon nodded his head sharply as he dropped his fork and napkin on his empty dessert plate. “Good. That’s the way I like it.”

  Damn. It’s so hard to argue with him. I never win.

  “Your daughter is going to end up being a spoiled brat,” she warned him ominously, but she was biting back a smile.

  His dark eyes met hers, and his words were adamant, “No, she won’t. She’s going to be as sweet as her mother. She’s your daughter, and she’ll grow up to be just like you.”

  Oh, hell. How can I argue when he says things like that?

  “Can you slow it down a little so we can get into the living room on Christmas morning?” Truthfully, she didn’t want to change Simon, she just wanted him to realize that they loved him and not the things he gave them.

  “Maybe. No promises.” He grinned at her shamelessly. “Maybe if I knew I was getting some heart-wishes for Christmas, it might slow me down a little.”

  Kara smiled back at him, unable to resist his mischievous grin. He still loved those silly little handmade paper hearts she’d given him when she hadn’t had the money to buy him an actual gift for Valentine’s Day. He got one thing he wanted from her for each heart she gave him. Sadly, she realized she hadn’t given him any of the heart-wishes on any holiday since Ginny was born, probably because he usually used them to get her naked. “If you slow it down, you might get some heart-wishes this year,” she bantered cheekily.

  “I’ll stop for the rest of the week,” he promised.

  Kara snickered. “That’ll work. I think you’ll get some in your stocking, if you’re a good boy for the rest of the week.” Honestly, it amazed her that he loved those little pieces of paper so much. He was a billionaire, but nothing had ever made him as happy as getting those little hearts that he could turn in whenever he wanted her to grant his wish.

  “We’re only talking about not bringing home presents this week, right?” he asked carefully, folding his arms in front of him.

  She leaned across the table, speaking in a low voice that only Simon could hear. “Oh, yeah. Just about the gifts. Otherwise, I’d be happy if you’d be very, very bad.”

  His eyes flared, desire swirling furiously in his heated gaze. “Thank God. Being good is really hard,” he answered in a relieved voice.

  “How hard is it?” she asked sultrily. “And I never really wanted you to be that good.”

  “Right now, it’s about as hard as it can get,” he rasped.

  Liquid heat pooled between her thighs and her core clenched with viole
nt need. She’d been deprived of her raw and hungry husband for too long. “Well, I’m ready to leave,” she squeaked eagerly, reaching for her jacket. Holy hell! She couldn’t wait to get home now.

  Simon’s grin was wicked as he rose and helped her put on her jacket. Her cell phone startled her, the muffled ring coming from her small purse. She fumbled with the clutch and pulled out her phone. “It’s Maddie,” she told Simon as she looked at the caller ID.

  She stepped outside to answer the call while Simon took care of the bill. By the time she’d finished, he was just walking out of the restaurant.

  “You’re frowning. What’s wrong?” Simon asked in a concerned voice.

  “One of the patients from the clinic is in the hospital. It’s serious, and he’s all alone. Maddie can’t leave the babies right now. I have to go,” Kara told Simon anxiously. “Can you drive me?”

  He scowled at her. “You care about this guy,” he observed unhappily. “I know you get attached to all of your patients, but you look freaked out.”

  She’d just finished stowing her phone back in her purse, and her head jerked up to look at him, worried about the jealousy and hurt she heard in his voice. She reached out her hand and grasped his forearm. “He’s not a guy really. He’s seven years old and his name is Timmy Madden. Maddie diagnosed him with type 1 diabetes, and he was supposed to be seeing a specialist, getting a team of professionals to help him. His mother was a prostitute and was never sure who his father was. She evidently never got him the medical care he needed. They found her dead in her apartment near the clinic, and Timmy was in a coma. He’s sick and he’s just a child, Simon. And he doesn’t have anyone there with him,” she told him desperately.