Over Exposed (25 page)

“She seems like a smart girl.” That half smile of Sabrina's was back, making his blood begin to heat. How the hell did she do that with just a look?

“Kid's a genius with numbers. She wants to be a math teacher, which is great. But if she ever decides to make a shit-ton of money, she's going to have a hell of a career as a stockbroker and I want her working for me.”

Rising, he reached for Sabrina to help her out of the booth. When she laced her fingers with his, she didn't let go.

Desire raced through his veins, and his cock ached. Good thing he'd left his shirt untucked.

If he didn't get her out of here soon, he was going to kiss the hell out of her. And he wasn't sure she'd appreciate him taking their relationship even more public than he had today.

Saying good-bye to everyone took longer than he expected because he had to go back in the kitchen to say good-bye to Tim, then he stopped at a few tables to say hello. He saw two people he'd gone to high school with and a couple of his parents' friends. He introduced Sabrina by name only and no one pushed for more.

In the lobby, he got a tight hug from Pam, who smiled at him with tears in her eyes. “You're a regular son of a bitch, you know that, right? You're spoiling her.”

“No clue what you're talking about.”

Shaking her head, Pam turned to smile at Sabrina. “Watch this one. He's sneaky. So nice to meet you, Sabrina.”

Back in the car, Greg finally felt his shoulders unkink as they headed back to the city. Darkness had fallen completely by that time.

“You look much more relaxed than you did when we left.”

Sabrina's quiet voice filled the car, causing his muscles to tighten, although in this case, that wasn't a bad thing. Those muscles were lower and connected to other things that hardened and flexed.

“Helps to get away sometimes. Guess I needed the break.”

“How's filming going?”

He started to tell her what he'd been telling everyone else. It's going fine, thanks for asking. Never better. Love my job. Yada, yada.

Sabrina wasn't everyone else.

“It's been tougher than I expected.”

“How so?”

He paused and she turned in her seat so she could watch him.

“Because I'm second-guessing every move.” Jesus, it felt like a weight had lifted off his shoulders as he started to talk. “It's been nearly a decade since I directed a movie and I feel like I've forgotten things I used to know.”

“I don't think you've forgotten a damn thing. It's okay to be nervous, you know. It makes you human. I look at you and see . . .”

He frowned. “What?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her shake her head. “I . . . I'm not . . . You're . . .” She sighed. “Oh, never mind.”

She started to turn but he reached for her chin, holding her still for a second. “No way. Don't worry about upsetting me or pissing me off. Just spit it out.”

She huffed. “I think sometimes you're just so much larger than life. There's nothing you can't do, and it's a little intimidating. I kind of like knowing you're . . . human.”

“Well, wait 'til we get back to the hotel. I'll show you how human I am.”

She shook her head. “Now
you're
avoiding.”

Yeah, he was. He realized it was a reflex, using sex to diffuse a situation he didn't know how to handle. Which wasn't something that happened a lot.

“Possibly. Doesn't mean I don't want to get you into a bed as soon as possible, though.”

He barely caught her smile, it was there and gone in seconds. “Then I guess it's a good thing I don't work tonight.”

Did he hear an edge in her voice that hadn't been there before?

He didn't like the feeling he was missing something. He'd had so many balls in the air for so long that maybe he'd gotten a little arrogant about being able to keep everything going.

Okay, maybe “a little” was underplaying it. And when the hell did he underplay anything?

Silence fell as he mentally chewed over things. Sabrina had settled back into her seat and stared out the front window. Turning up the radio, he let himself fall into Sebastian's music. He'd given Greg a CD of original music, what he'd been playing for him and Sabrina.

Greg had pretty much made up his mind that he wanted Sebastian to score the film. He didn't think convincing the guy to do it would be all that difficult. Baseline Sins was on hiatus and the other band members were working on solo projects. Greg had seen the pain in Sebastian's eyes when he'd revealed that fact, although he'd tried not to let anything show. The guy blamed himself for the band's imminent implosion, and yeah, maybe it was his fault to a large degree. That didn't mean he had to continue to beat himself up about it.

So Greg was going to plead, cajole, browbeat, and basically force Sebastian to do his film. And the guy would nail it. Greg had no doubt.

Why couldn't he be as confident about where his relationship with Sabrina was going?

Maybe because he hadn't been thinking in terms of a relationship until recently. And now that he was, that's what he wanted. He had to bite his tongue so he didn't start badgering her about taking this to the next level.

And when he said next level, he meant having her tied to him through more than just sex. Sure, there'd be hurdles. But he'd become a damn good hurdler in the past fifteen years.

And if he moved his business . . .

He was still thinking about that when they arrived at the hotel. It was almost eight at night and he'd already planned to have a snack sent up so they could eat in bed.

He didn't care if George Lucas called and wanted him to collaborate on the next Star Wars film. He wasn't answering the damn phone, wasn't opening his damn door.

He didn't bother to ask her to come to his room. He just steered her toward the guest elevator in the garage and swiped his card for the fourth floor.

She didn't complain so he figured she was on board with his plans, which definitely included them naked and rolling around on his bed as soon as possible.

Dinner could wait. Hell, everything could wait.

Ten

God, she was being so stupid. She should've pleaded insanity and headed straight to her own room.

Instead, Sabrina followed Greg into his apartment, trying not to have a panic attack. It'd started about an hour earlier, after they'd gotten in the car to drive home.

He'd started to open up to her. And then he'd shut her down. With sex.

Not even actual sex. Just talk about sex.

He was never going to let her get close. Never going to let her in.

And what did you expect?

She'd broken her own damn rule. She'd gotten attached. She'd let herself fall for him.

And now he was going to break her heart.

Hadn't that been the plan all along?

Yes. But . . .

But what? Had she really expected things to change?

He'd be gone by mid-January. And she'd be here.

She couldn't breathe. She should leave now. Thank him for dinner, tell him she'd had a great time, but say good-bye.

Yes. That's exactly what she should do.

She turned—

And nearly slammed into his chest, he was that close behind her.

Gasping, she put her hands out to stop her forward motion and they landed on his chest, just below his pecs. God, the man threw off heat like a furnace.

Before she knew what she was doing, she'd leaned in and rubbed her nose against the soft cotton of his T-shirt. She breathed him in, his scent an aphrodisiac. It set all her nerve endings on alert. Her nipples tightened, her clit tingled, and her thighs clenched.

Damn, she didn't think she'd ever get used to the way he made her feel.

And that in itself should've been a huge yellow warning light telling her to step back.

But did she?

Of course not.

Instead, she flattened her hands against his chest and dragged them down his torso.

She heard Greg suck in a deep breath and mutter something, then he put his hands on her ass and dragged her hips against his.

He held her there with one hand while his other wove through her hair, tugging her head back so he could kiss her.

More like stake a claim. His lips moved over hers with a sense of possession she swore she could taste.

Urgency made her hands shake as she grabbed the waistband of his jeans. Her fingers fumbled with the button but Greg didn't seem to mind. Or maybe he just didn't notice because his hand slipped between her thighs and cupped her sex, fingers pressing the seam of her jeans into her clit, sending splinters of need through her lower body.

Moaning, her urgency became frantic, clawing need, an ache deep inside that could only be eased by him.

Ripping open the button, she shoved one hand into his jeans, wrapping her fingers around his cock and tightening them until she felt his pulse beating against her palm.

With a rough curse, he tore his mouth from hers and moved to her neck, where he pressed biting kisses against her skin.

Shuddering in his hold, her body writhed as he worked her clit. He didn't even have to put his hands on her skin for him to drive her crazy. He did it just by breathing. But apparently he wasn't satisfied with the arrangement.

Grabbing her, he lifted her off her feet and carried her to the dining area in front of the windows. The second her ass hit the top of the solid wood table, Greg had his mouth over hers again and his hands on her jeans. She had no idea when he'd released the button but suddenly her zipper was going down and then so were her jeans.

In seconds, her boots had disappeared and her jeans fell off her ankles.

She heard him practically growl
“Pretty”
before he reached for her shirt. He shoved that up around her breasts, his gaze locking onto the bare skin he'd uncovered.

“I fucking love the way your tits look in Kate's bras. I swear I'm going to force Tyler to let me invest in her.”

Shivers of pure passion raced through her but she wanted more.

“Greg, less talk, more action.”

His gaze flipped to hers and she saw his lips curve into a smart-ass grin. She groaned at the calculation she saw there.

“Oh, honey, you should know by now I don't take direction well.”

Lifting her body onto her elbows, she glared at him as he grabbed one of the chairs he'd pushed out of the way and set it directly in front of her.

“That's because you're a control freak.”

She swallowed hard as she realized all he had to do was lean in, just a little, and he'd have his mouth on her pussy. Every muscle in her body clenched in anticipation.

God, yes. I want that.

“You're absolutely right about that. And right now, your body is under my control. Take off the shirt, babe. Leave the bra.”

She wanted to obey immediately but she still had some self-control remaining.

“Maybe I don't want—”

She gasped when he put this thumb directly over her clit, pressing and twisting until her back bowed from the pleasure.

“Take off the shirt.”

There was a tone in his voice she'd never heard before. It made her want to give him anything he wanted.

Quicksand. Run the other way.

No, she didn't want to run unless it was straight at him.

Laying back, she worked the shirt over her head, loving the look on his face that made it clear he liked the view.

“So fucking pretty. Now just lay there, honey. This won't hurt a bit.” Hooking one finger in the side of her underwear, he pulled it to the side, baring her pussy. “You're already soaking wet. You know that just makes me want to lick you, right?”

Please.
“Then do it.”

He smiled, so sexy her breath caught in her throat. “No need to rush. We've got all night.”

“Well, I certainly hope it doesn't take you all night to—
Oh, my God.
”

He put his mouth over her sex for an intimate kiss that made her mind go blank and her body flush with the most amazing heat.

Every muscle tightened as he used his tongue and his lips to explore her. She wanted to reach for him, to hold his head, but she couldn't seem to get her hands to do what she wanted. Right now, she had a death grip on the sides of the table, giving her the leverage to arch her hips and press her pussy closer to the wonder that was his mouth.

His lips sucked at her labia, drawing the sensitive folds of skin between them for his teeth to nibble and play. With her eyes closed, she felt every sensation more fully. Her sex tingled with erotic energy, clenching, begging to be filled.

His hands had moved to her legs, holding her thighs apart so he could have unrestricted access to her. She felt his fingertips press into her skin like tiny electric prods.

Then his tongue flicked out to touch her clit.

“Greg.”

“I fucking love to hear you say my name when I'm eating you out.”

Her eyes snapped open and she stared blindly at the ceiling as he sucked and nipped at her clit. Alternating his sensual torture, he refused to back down or slow down at all.

And she could barely breathe through the heat building in her body.

He ate at her with a hunger that grew the more he tasted her until she wasn't sure she could stay conscious. She saw sparks flash behind her eyelids when he worked his tongue between her labia and fucked her with it.

Her body tightening to the point of breaking, she panted, trying to hold back, to let it build.

She fought against Greg's domination, although she knew she couldn't hold out for long. Because it made Greg push that much harder.

And when she finally gave over to her orgasm, letting it take her under, she heard him growl in triumph.

A second later, something hit the floor with a muffled thump and her eyes popped open.

Greg had kicked the chair away from the table and now stood at the end of the table, looking down at her. His smile was gone but the look in his eyes burned. She couldn't catch her breath, her lungs tight and heavy. Her breasts ached, and even though she'd just come, her pussy clenched, begging to be filled.

He lifted his hands and her gaze followed them as he reached for his jeans. She'd already undone the button. He gripped the zipper tab and pulled it down.

No teasing now. He looked so hungry, so
male
. She could smell the scent of her arousal in the air, knew she'd taste herself on his lips if he bent and kissed her. But kissing her wasn't what he wanted right now.

His erection had pushed out through the vee of his open zipper, and the only thing keeping him from her view was his black boxer briefs.

Then he pushed down his jeans and briefs, freeing his cock. Hard and thick, it bobbed toward her before he took himself in one hand and rubbed the tip against the wetness coating her labia. The heat of his cock felt like a brand against her delicate skin. He didn't attempt to penetrate her but he made sure when he rubbed his cock against her, he hit her clit. The little bundle of nerves was already so sensitive from her last orgasm that she practically flinched away from him.

But she couldn't seem to get enough.

Behind her, she thought she heard something that almost sounded like a door opening, but she was too far gone to care.

Only when Greg's gaze flicked away did she realize they weren't alone.

Greg must have anticipated her automatic response to cover herself because he put one hand on her stomach to hold her in place.

Her entire body flushed with heat as Sebastian froze in the doorway to the second bedroom.

“Oh,
fuck
.”

It might've been mortifying if she hadn't been so turned on.

With her breath caught in her chest, she waited for Greg to tell him to turn around, to get the hell out.

In the next second, she realized he wasn't going to.

And the heat that had started to cool with embarrassment began to burn a little hotter again.

Sucking in a short, unsteady breath, she turned back to Greg, now watching her.

“Have you ever been taken in front of someone else before? Had someone watch?” Greg's steady tone made her shiver and she shook her head when he waited for her to answer. “It makes everything much more erotic. It's kind of like when I took your picture after our first time. That sensation of someone capturing you at such an intimate moment. It's so fucking hot.”

Surprisingly, she understood. Already her body was reacting to Sebastian's presence with a rush of lust so hot, it made her feel feverish.

Still, she'd never done anything like this and—

And what?

Well, for starters, how the hell would she be able to face Sebastian after this? When he'd seen her like this?

Like what? asked the part of her brain that wanted Greg to continue right now.

In the midst of so much pleasure it hurt.

Hell, she wasn't even totally naked.

But Greg was about to make love to her and Sebastian was going to watch.

Turning her head again, she saw Sebastian leaning against the doorjamb, his eyes heavy-lidded, his expression unreadable. But the hint of red on his cheeks and the way his chest rose and fell in such a rapid motion belied his arousal.

God, did she actually
want
him to watch?

Would Greg expect him to do anything else?

She'd never been in a threesome. Had never considered it other than to read and enjoy the fantasy in books.

“He's not allowed to touch you,” Greg continued, answering her unspoken question as if he'd read her mind. “You're mine. Only mine. He can watch because I allow it but that's all.”

She bit back a moan at the absolute possession in Greg's tone. No matter that it should have grated. It didn't. It made her feel treasured.

“But Bree, you have to say it.” She turned back to look at him, his expression dead serious. “You have to say yes because there's no way in hell I'd ever force you to do something like this.”

Her heart melted along with her inhibitions.

She took a deep breath. “Then I say yes.”

Greg's smile made her pussy clench. “Right answer.”

He thrust forward without any further delay, filling her, stretching her, making her moan his name and grab the sides of the table until she swore she'd leave fingernail marks in the hard wood.

With his hands on her hips, Greg held her as he worked himself deep inside. She wanted him to go faster but he wasn't about to be rushed.

Instead, he pulled out a centimeter at a time, each tiny movement a burst of sensation that fired her arousal. When his cock slid free, she lifted her hips to try to entice him back.

Instead, he wrapped one hand around the base and tapped her clit with the tip, making her heart trip and her lungs struggle for air.

Knowing Sebastian was watching made her want to instinctively close her eyes but she forced them to stay open, to stay on Greg. His every movement riveted her attention, her gaze connected with his.

When his cock breached her again, lodging just inside her channel, he settled both hands on her hips. “Lock your legs around my waist, sweetheart.”