Jilted

by Sawyer Bennett

  Before I can contemplate it further, though, she stands up and walks back through the foliage to the edge of the dais and looks directly at me. "Help a girl down?"

  I take the hand she's holding out to me as she pulls her dress up a bit in preparation to step down. "Absolutely."

  Her resulting smile is actually a little flirty as she quips, "My hero."

  One seriously high and spiked heel comes down onto the industrial carpet that runs through the building, followed by the other, and as soon as she's stable I contemplate letting her hand go. But as I said before, she's totally hot, most likely single, and very interesting indeed.

  "I'm Lucas Fournier," I say to introduce myself. "I'm here on behalf of the Cold Fury."

  Her hand squeezes mine as she inclines her head. "I actually know who you are, Mr. Fournier. I'm Stephanie Frazier."

  Still holding her fine-boned hand with the softest of skin, I ask, "And you were molesting that dinosaur because...?"

  Stephanie's laugh is bold and infectious as she tips her head back, making her flame-colored curls spill farther down her back. When she looks back to me while chuckling, she says, "I thought I saw a nick."

  My eyes cut over to the skeleton and back to her in confusion. "Nick?"

  "I'm the director of acquisitions," she says, still holding on to my hand. "Well, I've recently been promoted to the director position due to some unfortunate scandal the previous director was embroiled in. But, whatever...Part of my job is to make sure all of our specimens are in good shape and perfect order at all times after they're put in place."

  Fascinating about her job, I guess, but more interested in something else. "What was the scandal?"

  She steps in closer to me, looks around the room quickly, and whispers as she brings her eyes back. "A sex scandal."

  I feign shock as I whisper, "You're kidding."

  She shakes her head and smiles at me mischievously. "The rumor is he had a penchant for cross-dressing as well as for sleeping with some of the other staff's wives."

  Okay, that is sort of scandalous now that I think about it. And hilarious she just told me that. "You don't think perhaps you shouldn't be telling the benefactors about this, um, sex scandal, do you?"

  Her cheeks turn a little pink, but she still looks sinfully playful as she smiles at me. "I suppose not...but I'm not really cut out for these types of events. Natural-born rebel and all."

  "Rebel?" I ask roguishly. "I'm liking the sound of this."

  "Well, I really shouldn't have told you about the sex scandal," she admits with a chagrined look as she removes her hand from mine. "You won't repeat that, will you?"

  "How about you tell me something scientific so I can legitimately say that's what we talked about tonight if anyone asks."

  "Hmmmm," she says as she looks up briefly, then her eyes go from playful to serious when they return. "Did you know that North Carolina is the only state where all four major gemstones--and that would be emeralds, rubies, sapphires, and diamonds--have been discovered?"

  "I absolutely did not know that," I say seriously, then I turn it playful again, because honestly, that's where the most fun is. "Would you like to get out of here and go get a drink together?"

  Stephanie blinks once in surprise and then she appraises me. Her eyes are fucking gorgeous...a light blue that looks like that sheen of blue you see deep inside of Arctic icebergs. "A drink?"

  "Sure," I say with an easygoing shrug. "There's a lot of great bars downtown."

  "Okay," she says gamely. "A drink. Meaning one. I have to be at work super early tomorrow to make sure all of this party stuff is gone and this exhibit is show quality for when the doors open."

  "I have an early practice," I tell her nonchalantly. "So I have to be in top shape tomorrow as well."

  "Then let me make some goodbyes and get my purse. Give me fifteen minutes."

  I watch her ass the entire time she walks away, knowing that even though she said one drink, this night wasn't going to be over early. Like I said...near statistical impossibility for me not to get laid.

  When she's out of sight, I pull out my phone and shoot a text to Max, Jules, and Van in case I don't see them before Stephanie gets back.

  --

  The elevator doors close, then I'm on her. Stephanie said she lives on the fourth floor, but I can't wait that long. She's got me so thoroughly inflamed I consider hitting the Stop button.

  My mouth crashes down on hers and she groans lustily into my mouth.

  You see, one drink turned into two. Then three. Then four. And then...well, we hit another bar.

  Steph in her evening gown and me in my tux.

  Having fun and getting hammered.

  Small talk turning to flirting.

  Innuendo turning into action.

  She made the first move and I tried not to smirk when she stepped up to me and murmured, "Want go to my place? It's just a few blocks from here."

  My dick answered for me. Fuck yeah, I wanted to go to her apartment.

  So I kissed her to give her my answer.

  I plunge my hand into her long curls and fist it near the nape of her neck. I give it a short tug, then her head tilts back and her throat is exposed to me. I run my lips down her velvety skin to her collarbone as I press her body back into the wall of the elevator. My pelvis grinds into hers and she moans again as she feels exactly how badly I want her.

  Lifting my head, I look at her eyes hazy with alcohol and lust. "How drunk are you?"

  She grins at me. "Drunk enough that I don't have a single inhibition left, and I hope to God you've got a condom on you, because I'm pretty sure we're not going to make it far past my front door, but sober enough that I know that this is just a hookup."

  I blink at her in surprise, my dick turning harder. I've never had a woman before tell me she knows it's just a hookup. Most see a professional athlete as a prize catch and are calculating the next day. Many see someone like me and are already envisioning marriage.

  But not Steph--which is what she said all her friends called her. She's a confident woman, bold and ambitious. She's also a twenty-first-century woman, and I can tell she's in touch with her sexuality. This is going to be fucking awesome not having any feelings to worry about bruising.

  The elevator chimes and comes to a stop. As soon as the doors open, Steph takes my hand and pulls me out. She practically jogs down three doors in her sexy high heels and then she's releasing me to fumble in her purse for keys.

  "This your place?" I ask as I step up to her, taking her hips in my hands and pressing into her backside.

  She hums her approval and grinds back against me. "Yup."

  With keys in hand, Steph efficiently opens the door, telling me she's definitely not stinking drunk. She's also a fantastic kisser, which is another telltale sign, because drunks kiss all sloppy and wet. That kiss in the elevator was focused, passionate, and hot as fucking hell.

  When she pushes her door open, I start moving her gently inside. She laughs, and just as I'm closing the door, she spins around and throws herself at me. I catch her easily, and because there is no seducing necessary, I drag her gown up until it's around her hips as her hands pull at my tuxedo jacket to rip it off. When the coat hits the floor, I pick her up and turn her toward the apartment door, walking her right into it until her back thuds against the wood. Her long legs wrap tight around me and her core comes to rest on my erection. She undulates her hips and I can feel the heat of her through her panties and my pants.

  Fucking Christ, she's hot. This is all so fast and unrehearsed, and nothing but pure lust guides us.

  My mouth is on hers again, and we kiss like we are both starved. Like we haven't had sex in decades--although for me it was four days ago with someone random I'd hooked up with. But damn...her mouth. The way she naturally fits in my arms. Hell...she's got me whipped just from the way she gyrates against me, and I need to be inside of her right fucking now.

  Ripping my mouth from hers, I mutter, "Let me ge
t the condom."

  She makes a groaning sound of disappointment but lets me lower her to the floor so I can grab my wallet. She watches with anticipation, her chest rising and falling. I toss my wallet to the floor when I have the condom in hand, and she starts working at my pants.

  My head spins when she frees my cock, grasping it tightly and giving a few long strokes. I work at the foil, but I keep fumbling it because what she's doing feels so good, and then she urges me, "Hurry."

  So I put my mind to the task and rip the packet open to reveal the condom. Her hand moves faster on me as I pull the condom out of the wrapper.

  "Roll it on," I order her gruffly.

  She looks at me with glazed eyes filled with need for a moment, then she takes the rubber from me. I grit my teeth as she rolls it on me and takes a moment to fondle my balls. Fuck I love it when a woman plays with my balls.

  One last barrier and we are ready for action.

  I push Steph's hands away and go for her panties. The material of her gown doesn't give me a good look at them, but they're black and look flimsy. With one hand to her hip, I stare into her eyes as I slip the other down the front of her underwear. My finger immediately feels moisture between her lips, so I gather it up and roll the tip over her clit. Steph bucks against my hand and my finger easily slips inside. Steph bucks even harder.

  "Quit wasting time," she growls at me in a cute, kittenish way as she rocks against my hand.

  But it's not so adorable that I don't take her at face value, realizing she wants to fuck like right now.

  I kiss her hard one more time, then pull her panties down her legs. After they're free and I toss them over my shoulder, I turn her body, push her front into the door, and order her as I stand up, "Spread your legs for me, Stephy."

  Her laugh is husky. "Stephy. I like that."

  "And you call me Luc," I return to her as I lean forward to nip at her ear.

  "Well," she says breathless as she sticks her ass out toward me. "How about get on with fucking me, Luc?"

  And damn my name sounds nice coming out of her mouth. Want to hear that again and louder.

  I take my cock in hand and rub the tip through her wetness. She rolls her hips, trying to get me on target, and when the head slips into her, she groans. "Yes...right there."

  Because Steph is standing with her legs spread in those sexy heels, I don't necessarily have the best angle, but fucking up against the door because we can't wait to make it to the bed is way too hot to pass up. I work my way into her body, short thrusts so she can stretch to accommodate me. Steph writhes and urges me on with filthy little whispers, and when I'm finally seated to the hilt inside of her sex, she turns her head and lays her cheek against the door.

  I see her eyes are closed and she has a dreamy smile on her face as she murmurs, "Let's do this hard and fast, okay, Luc?"

  Magic. Fucking. Words.

  I pull out of her and slam back inside. She slaps a hand to the door for balance and grunts from the pleasure. I like a woman who makes noises, and I pound into her body to get it over and over again from her. My breathing becomes labored from the exertion of this furious fucking and sweat rolls down my face. Steph gyrates and moans and tells me to fuck her harder. My balls are slapping against her, trying to stuff as much of myself into her body as I can.

  Because she demands it.

  "Harder," she says again, and somehow I manage to fuck her harder, and the fact that she's taking it and begging for more is a complete fucking turn-on. My orgasm starts to build and I grit my teeth, not wanting to give it up yet. My instinct is to slow down, draw this out, but I can tell she's getting close too and I want to watch her come.

  Steph lowers her torso, pushing her ass out more, and rears backward onto my thrusts. I've never in my life gone this hard with a woman. Didn't know I had it in me. Certainly never met a woman who had this in her.

  Best. Hookup. Ever.

  All of a sudden, Steph goes rigid and for a moment I think I've hurt her, then I feel her pussy clamp hard on to my dick.

  "God yes, Luc. Yes, yes, yes." And she explodes with a violent shudder that causes her to groan as her head falls forward.

  I grip on to her hips more tightly, pick up the pace even more, and follow her over the edge with a roar of pleasure so intense it might be a religious experience.

  Goddamn that was intense.

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