Hot for Teacher (7 page)

“You are the fucking queen of head,” he hissed.

The sound of laughter brought her head around. All of their guests were gathered around to watch the show. Her lovers stood off to the side, and their expressions gave her no indication if they were pleased by what they’d seen. Though judging from the hardware in their pants, at least they were interested.

“Beauty.” Santos pierced her with a sharp look. “Remove your dress.”

She rose, her gaze skimming the faces of those watching her. Silently she skimmed the dress off her shoulders and let it puddle at her feet. Performing in front of these strangers was a powerful experience. She could feel pulses of desire radiating to her from the spectators. Lowering her gaze, she caught a familiar face and paused. His hair was reddish brown and though she was sure she had never met him, there something compelling about his eyes—

“Beauty.”

Bear’s deep voice jerked her attention away just as a hand struck her ass, hard. Jane yelped and danced away, but he caught her by the back of her neck and hauled her close. The man she’d once thought of a cuddly certainly wasn’t any longer.

He looked pissed.

“You and I are going for a ride.”

Her gaze darted to her lovers, and they weren’t looking any happier than Bear.

“Bend over, Beauty,” he growled. “I’m going to remove your back door friend.”

Her gut tightened, and her pussy clenched. Bending over brought her face to face with one of the biggest cocks she’d ever seen. Peeking out from the top of his trousers, this monster was at least nine inches and thicker than some women’s thighs.

Holy—

Before she could complete the thought, Bear gave the plug a firm wiggle before removing it in one smooth motion. Her knees went weak at the rush of sensation, and his arms came around her and hauled her upright. Once he was sure she could stand, he lowered his pants to release the one eyed monster before seating himself on a white leather bench.

She sucked in a deep breath and wondered if she could convince him to fuck her pussy with that log rather than her ass.

When he removed a condom from his jacket pocket, he winked. “I have to bring my own ’cause this place can’t buy them big enough for the Hammer.”

Those who heard what he said laughed, but Jane didn’t because she was pretty sure he was dead serious.

“Come on, beautiful.”

Bear pulled her close until she straddled his legs. He parted her ass cheeks, and she felt someone applying a generous amount of lube to her anus. Slim fingers, far too small and gentle for a man, eased the oily stuff inside and all around. As she was finishing up, Jane felt the stranger tease her clit with the sharp edge of one fingernail.

Her breath hissed, and she bit back the moan that longed to explode from her mouth. When she glanced over her shoulder it was Marissa who met her gaze. Lifting her hand to her mouth, the woman ran her tongue over her pinkie. A delicate shudder ran through Jane.

“Let’s go, honey.”

Jane let Bear guide her down until the Hammer was knocking at her back door. Her flesh parted and the head of his cock sank inside. She moaned when his hips lifted, and he crammed another inch inside her.

“Fuck, she’s tighter than a fist,” he grunted.

His hand snaked around to her pussy, and he stroked her tight clit. Her body loosened, and he moved in deeper until she felt he’d tear her in two. Cream gushed between her legs, and Bear crushed her back against his chest.

“That’s it, little lady, take all of me while I fondle these tits.”

His hand was gentle on her nipples as he teased one then the other until she was thrashing in his arms, the movements forcing his cock deeper than ever. Her hips began to move in concert with his, and her hands dropped to his thighs. Her fingers dug into his firm flesh, and the pain of her nails spurred him on. Bouncing on his lap like a plastic fuck-doll, Jane surrendered herself to the inevitable.

Chapter Seven

“Ms. Porter, your two o’clock is here.”

Jane looked up from the floor plan of the house she’d been studying for the past hour. A handful of clients referred to R.S.V.P. as miracle workers thanks to the some of the more elaborate events they’d pulled together. Too bad it wasn’t true because Lady Evelyn Greystone’s desire to cram five hundred of her closest friends into her backyard for her daughter’s wedding wasn’t going to happen without divine intervention.

“Thank you.” She nodded to her assistant before she closed the Greystone file. Maybe Lily would have a few suggestions for her.

Pulling up her calendar on the computer, she scanned the notes for her next appointment. Her gaze narrowed when she saw three words.

A personal matter.

A personal matter? Who would make an appointment with her during business hours for personal reasons? Jane’s brow arched when she read the name.

Y. Lee Ki-yote.

A smile tugged at her lips.

When Archer Drengr walked into her office, she was surprised that he wasn’t…larger. While they’d never been properly introduced, she was well aware of who he was. She’d seen him only twice before, once at Dirk’s and most recently in New Orleans at the club during her lovers’ private party.

He was a tall man, but not as solidly built as Santos or Antonio. Drengr had the look of an athlete, a runner maybe, with long limbs and an easy stride. His features were unremarkable with the exception of his eyes. Those were a soft bluish gray and in their depths there was a sense of…power. While he might look like your next-door neighbor, this man would be an immovable object should he choose to be.

“We’re not to be disturbed,” she said to her assistant though she didn’t look away from Drengr. It wasn’t until her office door was safely closed that she spoke to him.

“Wylie Coyote?” she mused. “Tell me, does that make me the Road Runner?”

“Ms. Porter.” His head dipped in a very European fashion. “May I?” He gestured to the chairs arranged in front of her desk.

“Please, do.” Her gaze flicked over his clothing. A black Canali suit, immaculate white shirt, a blue and gray tie, very nice. She wondered if someone picked out his clothing for him or if he was one of those rare finds, a straight man who followed fashion trends.

“Thank you for the invitation to the club. It was quite…stimulating.”

His brow arched. “Did I give myself away?”

“Only to those who are observant.” She shrugged. “I saw you at the party watching me and my friends.”

“What can I say? I find it hard to resist a beautiful woman such as yourself.” When he smiled, she noticed his mouth was remarkably sensual for such an ordinary-looking man. “I could not resist the temptation.”

“Why? What do you want from me?”

“I should think that would be obvious.” He gestured toward her. “You, Jane Porter, are an intelligent and accomplished woman. Attended Harvard, graduated with honors, articulate, well traveled. Your business is flourishing, and you’re on the fast track to becoming a millionaire within the next year or so.” His voice dropped an octave. “Have I mentioned beautiful?”

“Not yet.”

His smile grew wider, but he didn’t add anything further. Then again he didn’t need to, as he seemed to know everything there was to know about her. The sudden urge to move around a bit caused her to push away from the desk and get up.

“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage here.” Bracing her hands on the desk, she leaned toward him slightly. “Sorry, but I didn’t get the memo that I should’ve run a background check on you as well.”

“Touché,” he chuckled. “Let’s cut to the heart of the matter. Since I first saw you at the Prentiss estate I’ve wanted you.” His gaze moved over her body, and she almost regretted getting to her feet.

Almost.

“Tell me, Jane Porter, do your lovers appreciate you?”

Frowning, she moved away from the desk and toward the small bar built into the wall. “What do you mean? Of course they appreciate me—”

“But do they satisfy you?”

His voice was close, much closer than she’d anticipated and she hadn’t heard him move. While he wasn’t exactly crowding her, the heat from his body caressed her skin with a ghostly touch. Her drink forgotten, she turned to face him.

“I have no complaints either in or out of bed, not that it’s any of your business,” she said pointedly.

“I hear that you’ve expressed an interest in the possibility of an auction.”

Again his gaze moved slowly down her body and this time it felt like a giant cat had run its tongue down her spine. It wasn’t until he stopped at her breasts that she realized her nipples were hard. Her breath caught, and she had to fight to stop herself from crossing her arms.

“I can’t say that I have an interest, it’s more of a curiosity,” she admitted.

“Curiosity is a good place to start.” He took a half step closer to her. “I’m sure your lovers have mentioned my…particular talents have they not?”

“They have.”

“Tell me, Jane. Do you wish to learn more about the sensual capabilities of your body?” His hand scorched her shoulder when he gently moved her hair back to expose her throat. When his head dipped toward hers, arousal exploded throughout her body. “I know ways to make a woman come using only my voice.”

She sucked in a noisy breath.

“Intrigued?” His breath was hot against her neck.

No.

“P-possibly,” she said.

Sliding his arm around her waist he pulled her close. Startled, she put her hands on his chest as if to push him away only to hesitate.

And he noticed.

“Do I make you nervous?”

His lips touched the base of her throat where her pulse beat frantically. When his hands slid down to her ass, he pulled her tight against his erection, she whimpered as liquid heat flooded her pussy. He made a sound of pleasure deep in his chest.

“Don’t worry, Jane Porter.” He nibbled his way down the side her neck, the gentle graze of his tongue coupled with the scrape of his teeth making it hard to think. “I’ll be very gentle…this time.”

This can’t be happening. Not here, not in her office.

His slim, artist’s fingers moved to her shirt, and he released the buttons in an unhurried fashion. With her mind screaming for her run, her body wouldn’t obey. Her limbs felt heavy with need, and her breathing deepened when her shirt fell to the floor. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, her shoulders, her chest, down her arms then back again. Catching her by the back of her neck, he hauled her close for a chaste kiss.

Warm, soft lips touched hers and she released a breath. His tongue licked her parted lips and a moan that felt like it came from her ankles worked its way up. Archer’s mouth covered hers and his tongue thrust inside. She moaned again and returned the kiss. He tasted so good like fine brandy and hot, slick, warm male flesh.

Vaguely she was aware of him guiding her to walk backwards. His thumbs caressed her nipples beneath the lacy bra until she was panting. She clenched her hands on the expensive Italian suit, but he didn’t appear to care. The world tilted when he swept her up into his arms.

“You shouldn’t be carrying me,” she whispered against his mouth. “You’ll hurt your back.”

“Beautiful Jane, it’s not my back I’m worried about.” He chuckled. “Only one body part is in danger from a woman such as you and that is my heart.”

He was kidding, right?

He carried her over to the couch, a useful office addition for the days they worked late, and laid her down. Stepping back, he stood over her and began to disrobe. As each garment was tossed aside she continuously asked herself why she’d thought him to be small when he’d walked in.

Broad shoulders, a tight stomach, narrow hips…she licked her lips. No, small wasn’t how she’d describe him now. Clad in tighty whities, his erection arched outward toward her. Without words, Archer lowered the soft cotton then bent to remove it completely. When he straightened, his hard cock stood tall and perfectly smooth. Jane licked her lips. All of the hair had been removed from his groin giving it a slightly exotic look to her eyes. She’d heard of this practice but she’d never seen it up close and personal...so to speak.

“Why do you remove the hair?”

“Does it bother you?” he asked.

“No.” When he moved closer, she reached for him. His skin was hot and perfectly smooth beneath her hands. Gently she stroked him and a pearl of seminal fluid appeared at the tip. “You asked me if my lovers satisfy me and my answer was yes.” Running her thumb over the head of his cock, she stroked the ultra-sensitive underside. “I will ask the same question of you. Who satisfies you and brings your fantasies to life?”

His expression became guarded and the immediate change was startling. One moment he watched her with a mixture of lust and amusement and the next, they could’ve been talking about stock futures.

“In fulfilling a woman, I achieve my own fantasy.” His words were stiff.

“I don’t believe that.” She gently pulsed her hand around his cock forcing his gaze to meet hers. “Do you have a lover?”

“Several,” he gritted.

“Only women?”

Heat flashed in his eyes and she smiled. Archer, for all of his mythic abilities, was pretty easy to read. Her question disturbed him but he was enjoying her hand on his cock too much to tell her to piss off.

“Not…only…women…”

He enjoyed men as well? Now
that
was hot.

Leaning forward, she swirled her tongue over the head making him groan. “Do you have a preference for one over the other?”

His hands fisted by his sides. “No.”

Raking her nails over his balls, she was rewarded with a moan. So he liked that did he? When she repeated the gesture his legs began to shake.

Interesting.

“When you’re alone in bed in the middle of the night, what has you reaching for your beautiful cock?” Tightening her grip, she began to stoke him with firm, slow movements. The head was slowly turning to a darker shade of brown and pre-come leaked from the narrow slit.

“What are you doing to me, Jane Porter?” His hands landed on her shoulders, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Her brow rose, and she shot his cock a pointed glance. “If you can’t figure that out on your own then I’m doing something wrong.”