House Rules (Dossier series) Page 6

  I break into their conversation, and after a while, Kennedy excuses herself so Cochrane and I can talk business. The whole time, I keep casting Kennedy glances to make sure she’s okay, but the only one in the room who isn’t okay is me.

  As the business meeting closes—and I have a damn good feeling about this relationship with Cochrane Industries—I find Kennedy and lead her outside, back to the limo.

  She slides in and a soft moan catches in her throat. I smile at her. Despite the sexy toy she’s wearing, she managed to pull off the fake fiancée act and impress my client. My heart squeezes.

  “Come here.”

  Her eyes widen as I slide my hand around her neck and draw her mouth to mine. I kiss her, enjoying the taste of bourbon on her tongue. She leans into me, and I deepen the kiss. Fuck, I could spend the rest of the night kissing her, but we have a concert to get to. First, though, I want to take a drive through the park. I lean forward and instruct the driver, and tell him to go slow.

  I roll the window up for privacy and turn to Kennedy, aching to bury my mouth between her legs. I must have one hell of a look on my face because her eyes widen and she asks, “What?”

  Instead of answering, I press a button and the moon roof overhead rolls open. I pat the seat. “Stand. Look out.”

  “Isn’t that kind of dangerous?” she asks.

  “Driver’s going slow. You’ll be fine.”

  She gives me a dubious look, like she knows I’m up to something else. “If you say so.”

  “Up, now,” I say, eager to get my mouth on her.

  I help her stand, and she pokes her head through the opening. I shift in my seat and place my hands on her thighs. Her body vibrates, and it brings a big fucking smile to my face. I look up at her, and her eyes are only half open, her hair flowing in the wind. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her more beautiful.

  I move her hips to stimulate the toy inside her, then grip her sexy lace panties and tear them clear from her hips. I hear her gasp, and lust prowls through me. I slide my hands up her thighs and push her legs open. She widens for me, and I lean in and press my mouth to her sweet pussy. I circle her clit, and she’s already so turned on from the toy buzzing inside her she begins to quake beneath my invasion.

  I lick her clit, flatten my tongue and taste her from bottom to top, widening her lips and sucking her hard nub into my mouth. I can’t see her face, but I can only imagine her eyes are rolling back in her head like they do when she comes for me.

  Later tonight I’ll position her so I can watch her come, but right now I just need to taste her heat. I move her hips to stimulate the toy as I pay homage to her sweet pussy. In no time at all, her muscles begin to clench. My heart thunders as she gives in to the pleasure, and I stay between her legs and lick, not daring to miss any of her sweet nectar.

  When her body stops spasming, I tug on her hips and she tumbles into the seat, her cheeks so pink, her eyes so glazed with lust, all I can do is grin. “Hey,” I say. Jesus, I’m so crazy about her, yet she still doesn’t want me to know it’s her. Obviously, this is just a game to her, nothing more. What the fuck am I supposed to do about that?

  “Hey,” she whispers back.

  I clear my throat and work to get my shit together. “Enjoy the scenery?”

  “Yeah. You?”

  “Beautiful,” I say.

  She blinks slowly and says, “Sean.”

  I brush her hair back. “Yeah, Kitten?”

  She opens her mouth and closes it again, and for a minute I think she’s going to confess. But instead she gives me a mischievous grin and points toward the still-open moon roof. “You don’t want to miss the view of the park.”

  My cock throbs in my pants as I stand, and when I feel her hands on my body, I know I’m so fucked. So completely fucked.

  Chapter Seven

  Kennedy

  Exhaustion overtakes me as I stare at the amazing, dirty-talking, sexy-as-all-get-out man seated in the limo beside me. After an eventful night of schmoozing his client, having sex in the limo, and watching my favorite band, it’s nearing two in the morning, and all I want to do is fall into bed—with Sean.

  At this point I get that he knows who I am but isn’t saying anything about it. I can’t help feeling a bit torn by it now. What if we could have a future after London? Then again, I’m guessing he’s not saying anything because this is a fantasy weekend, and why bring reality in sooner then we need to. I guess if he wants to keep playing this sexy game, he expects me to as well.

  I yawn, and he laughs. “Am I boring you?”

  I grin. “Far from it. It’s been one amazing night.”

  “Yeah, and don’t think for one minute that it’s over.”

  I smile and shift closer to him. We are quiet for a long time, lost in our thoughts. “Do you think you’re going to get Cochrane’s account?”

  “Yeah, I think so.” His eyes soften, and there is a new tenderness about him when he says, “Thank you. I owe you.”

  My heart squeezes. Why did I have to go and fall for him? I give myself a mental shake. Seriously? How can I even ask myself such a stupid question? I’ve been in love with the guy for freaking years. I fell a long, long time ago. “Do you head back to the states tomorrow?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Where is home for you?” I ask.

  “New York.” His eyes move over mine as he softly rubs his thumb over my hand. I swallow at the intimate way he’s touching me. Good God, no man has ever looked at me like that before. It makes me wonder if there could be more between us. But even if we both wanted more, we couldn’t have a relationship. His life and work is in New York, and mine is in Chicago.

  “Oh, and Sean, you don’t owe me anything. I was happy to help you out with Cochrane.”

  He scrubs his jaw and goes quiet. Too quiet. Minutes tick by as something troubled flashes in his eyes. He pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s fighting an internal war. Then something seems to come over him, and the old, take-charge Sean slips back in place. “Yeah, well, you still owe me.”

  My body fires at the lust I hear in his voice. “Oh.”

  “Are you forgetting what you still haven’t done for me?”

  “I thought wearing the LUNA Beads covered that.”

  “Not by a fucking long shot.”

  The limo pulls up in front of the hotel, and we both climb out. Sean tugs at his tie, and the move is so sexy my legs wobble. “My place or yours,” he asks, the muscles along his jaw rippling as he clenches down.

  “Yours,” I say, knowing it will make my escape easier.

  He captures my hand hard and leads me to the elevators. He seems a bit different suddenly, more intense, and I wonder what’s going through his head. Maybe bringing the conversation back to sex again is his way of reminding me that once the weekend comes to an end, so do we.

  I pinch my eyes shut for a second to get it together, cursing myself for chasing after Sean in the first place. He hurt me when we were young, and he’s going to hurt me again. But it’s my own fault. I played a game with him where I could only end up on the losing end.

  We climb onto the elevator and stop at my floor. I give him a look. “I thought we were going to your room.”

  “We are, after you pick a few things up from your room.”

  My body quivers. I can’t believe he’s going to make me go through with this.

  But oh, how I want to.

  I let myself into my room, shove all the toys back into the bag, and meet him at the door. The heated look on his face fills my mind with naughty images of things to come.

  “All set?”

  I nod and we step back on the elevator, getting off at his penthouse suite. He ushers me inside and locks the door behind us. Catching me off guard, he pins me to the wall with a body that is hot, all raw power, and I want him with a searing intensity that I’ve never felt before. He shoves his knee between my legs, his actions rough and needy—demanding. He dips his head, and his eyes meet mine. His breathing is heavy, labored, as it burns over my flesh.

  “I want these beads out and me in.”

  “Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll be right back.”

  He lets go of me, and I practically sink to the floor. It takes all my effort to get my legs moving. I can feel his eyes drilling into my back as I make my way to the bathroom, the toy inside me buzzing with the movement.

  “Get naked and turn the shower on. I’ll be right in, and I want you ready for me.”

  I hurry to the bathroom, remove the beads, and turn on the shower. As I strip off my dress, the moan at the door gains my attention. I turn around to find Sean tugging off his tie as his gaze roams over my body.

  “You are incredible,” he says. “Fuck, the things I’m going to do to you.” He shakes his head and looks at me with total possession as he wraps his tie around his hands. “If you were my fiancée, I’d fucking keep you tied to my bed and take you every day, all day, any way I wanted.”

  I watch, transfixed, and try not to think about how excited that makes me, how much I would love to be possessed by him. He sheds his clothes, and when I take in the gorgeous man in all his male perfection, my brain stalls.

  “Shower, now,” he says.

  I open the glass door and step in, Sean following me. I stand under the rain shower nozzle and let the water fall over my hair and face. Sean pushes my hair back, and my hard nipples press against his chest as he plants his mouth on mine. The kiss grows and deepens as his palms race over my body with aroused eagerness, shaping my curves and contours.

  My God, I’m going to miss his touch when this weekend is over. In only a couple of days I’ve grown accustomed to his hands on my body, pleasuring me. He reaches for the soap and lathers his palms, then places them back on my flesh. My soft murmur curls around us as he washes my hot skin. His hand slips between my legs, and he strokes me. I shudder in his arms, aching to feel him inside me.

  Once I’m clean, he positions me under the spray and the water rinses away the last of the suds. Sean lathers his hands again, but I want to touch him now, so I reach for the soap and run it over his hard body. I feel his gaze burning through me so I glance up, and the air leaves my lungs at the way he’s looking at me. Hungry, needy, and lustful, but underneath that there’s something else. Something warm and tender––affectionate. Affectionate? Maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part.

  I wash him, spending a few extra moments on his cock, enjoying the weight of it in my hands. Seeing how hard and ready he is—for me—fills me with female power. He dips between my legs and pushes a finger inside me. It glides in and out, and I moan as he presses his palm against my swollen clit.

  “I need inside here,” he growls. “Now.”

  He turns the water off, opens the glass door, and grabs a towel. He runs the soft cotton over my body, then turns it on himself. Once we’re sufficiently dry, he gives me a tap on the ass to set me into motion. When he stops to pick up his tie, I hurry to the bed, pull down the covers, and climb in.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, slapping his tie against his palm.

  I blink up at him, putting on my best innocent face. “What do you mean?”

  “Get out from under those covers and show me that sweet pussy of yours.”

  My breath catches. Jesus, I love when he talks to me like this. I kick off the covers and spread my legs wide.

  “Is this what you want?”

  His gaze slides over me, coming to rest between my legs. My pussy clenches just from the way he’s staring at me. “It’s a start.”

  He tosses his tie over his shoulder, closes his hand around his cock, and pumps. I moan with pleasure and he grins at me. “You like that, huh?” I swallow and nod. “Tell me.”

  “I like watching you rub your cock,” I say, and his grin widens.

  “Such a sweet, sweet girl with such a filthy little mouth.”

  I lick my bottom lip and he steps closer. Using the pad of his thumb, he traces my lips, then shoves his thumb inside, stretching my mouth. “I’ve already destroyed you here,” he says, driving his thumb in and out of my mouth for a moment, pushing so far back I nearly choke. His hand slides lower, and he drives a finger into my hot pussy. “And here.” He pumps a few times, and my pussy squeezes his finger. “But I haven’t destroyed you here yet.” He drags his hand lower, a soft slide, until he’s probing my backside.

  “Oh my God,” I whimper. “Sean…” He steps back, leaving me squirming and begging. I lie there practically crying for him to touch me when he disappears for a moment and comes back with the bag of goodies.

  He pulls a long rubber vibrator from the bag, steps up to me, and runs the toy over my body, urging it between my legs. “You want this big cock inside you.”

  Feeling braver than I ever have, I say, “I want your big cock inside me.”

  “You’ll get it, but first you owe me.” He presses the toy into my hands. “Show me how you fuck yourself when you’re alone.”

  Oh God, how sexy and…naughty. I totally love it.

  I position the toy over my clit, rub a few times, and then slowly slide it inside me. “Oh, yes,” I whimper, partly because it feels so damn good, and partly because the look on Sean’s face as he strokes his cock while he watches me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  I’m so wet the toy glides in and out, and I lift my hips restlessly because it’s Sean I want.

  “Yeah, Kitten. Show me how you like it.”

  I begin to pant and work the toy in and out of me until an orgasm is just a few strokes away. Sean must sense it, because he grips my wrist to stop me. “Stop. Your orgasms are mine, and nothing is to ever fucking go inside you again but me, got it?”

  “Yes,” I murmur, so far gone I can barely comprehend what he’s saying.

  “Only I make you orgasm,” he says, and I just about lose it from the command in his voice. He takes the toy, tosses it away, and leans down, running his tongue over my slick folds.

  I grip his hair to hold him there, and his soft chuckle whispers over my thighs. “Such a greedy girl.”

  “Sean…” I plead, the ache between my legs building.

  He grips my hips, flips me over, and shoves a pillow under me until my ass is exposed. I gasp. Is he going to…? Oh God, I’ve never had anal sex before, but I can’t deny that I want Sean to take me, destroy me everywhere, like he promised.

  He slaps my ass. “It’s okay, Kitten,” he says, like he’s inside my head, reading my thoughts. “I won’t destroy this pretty ass too much. At least, not tonight.”

  I hear him tear into a condom and sheath himself. Strong hands grip my outer thighs as he climbs onto the bed and positions himself between my spread legs. I grip the bedsheets, not sure what he’s planning but wanting everything he has to offer.

  “Tell me how much better my cock is. Tell me how I can get you off better than any fucking toy.”

  “So much better. The only cock I want is yours, Sean. It feels better than any toy,” I say on a breathless whisper. “I want you to fuck me, hard.”

  “Yeah, Kitten. That’s exactly what I plan to do.”

  He uses my hips for leverage and slides inside, filling me so beautifully that soft quakes begin at my core. I groan and push back, wanting every last inch of him inside me.

  “Don’t move,” he growls, and grabs my ass cheeks. He kneads my flesh then gives me a smack. The sound echoes in the room, and our moans mingle as my pussy muscles squeeze around him.

  He pulls out and slams back in harder, and my aching nipples smash against the soft mattress. I curl the bedsheets in my hand as pleasure grips deep inside. He leans over me and licks the skin below my ear, and I quiver.

  Deft fingers push my hair from my back, and he trails his hand along my spine and over my backside until he reaches my sex. He pulls his cock out and slides a finger into me. “You’re so nice and wet,” he groans as he wiggles inside me. I move against him, but he removes his finger and thrusts his cock back inside as his hand moves to my ass.

  “Such a pretty, pretty ass,” he says as he gently eases his lubricated finger inside. I concentrate on the sensations, the fullness in my body as he works his way in, his cock still pounding me into the mattress. I glance over my shoulder to see him, and when his eyes meet mine, looking at me with intimate recognition, my heart goes into my throat.

  I’m so in love with him.

  His gaze searches mine. “You okay, Kitten?” he asks, his voice soft and intimate, different from before.

  “Yeah,” I say, and when his thrusts become faster, harder, I can barely breathe, let alone think. My entire body lets go, giving in to the pleasure and the things I feel for this man. My heart thumps double time, the heat between my legs intensifies, and I almost blurt out all my dirty secrets, almost tell him who I really am. Lust swirls through me, and I open my mouth, but the only thing that comes out is, “Oh God, Sean, I’m coming.”

  He leans over me and gently bites my shoulder, like he’s leaving his mark on me. “I want my cum inside you. I want to fill your mouth with it, your ass, your sweet pussy.”

  “Yes,” I hiss out.

  “I’m clean,” he says. “Tell me you’re on the pill so I can get rid of this fucking condom.”

  “I’m on the pill.” He pulls out and discards the condom. “Oh, and I’m clean,” I say.

  He lifts me from the bed, and I stand on wobbly legs, wondering what he’s up to. He touches my lips. “If my cock didn’t taste like rubber, I’d be wrecking this mouth again.”

  I truthfully don’t care how he tastes. I’m about to drop to my knees when he pulls the tie from around his neck and falls to the bed, pulling me on top of him. I straddle him, my pussy wide open as I stretch my thighs around his big body.

  “Time to fuck hard. I want to feel your cum drip down my balls. Then I’m going to fill you with my cum, and I want you to take every drop of it in. Don’t you dare spill any.”

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