Show and Tell (34 page)
“I wouldn’t hold it against you if you did.”
“You think I’m chicken.” The spark held an edge of anger.
“Women have different limits than men, that’s all.”
She climbed off the stool to stand between his legs. “You’re the one with limits.” Trailing her finger down the center of his chest, she stopped at his belt buckle. “You want me to be the one who balks.” She swiped his cheek with her tongue. “But maybe it makes me hot.”
He grabbed her hand. “It makes us both hot.” His cock filled out his jeans. Her nipples told her story, and her sexy, aroused scent rose in the air. “And I want it bad.” He let his breath caress her ear and triumphed in her sharp inhale.
Without even tugging on her, she snugged up against his thighs. “So you can show him that you own me?”
He snaked an arm around her waist. “So I can show you how fucking hot we are together. We’ll light him on fire.”
Tunneling beneath his hair, she lightly scored his scalp with her fingers. He felt the touch all the way to his cock.
“We do this, you’ll be mine,” she whispered. “You’ll never be able to walk away from me. I’ll own
you
.”
you
.”
She already did. “Baby, you’re the one who’ll be hooked.”
“You won’t get my name.” Her breath at his ear shuddered through his body. He’d take her here if they wouldn’t get arrested.
“We’ll see.” He set her away from him, standing tall over her despite the fuck-me heels. “Ten minutes are up.” Raising her hand to his lips, he held her with his eyes. “Last chance.”
She tipped her chin, a defiant set to her lusciously red lips. “
Your
last chance,” she murmured.
Your
last chance,” she murmured.
Gotcha. She wouldn’t back down anymore than he would. Yet why the hell was he so crazy for this?
She’d come on to Norman, flirted, flaunted her gorgeous nipples and breasts. His cock had gone painfully hard with the idea of showing Norman she couldn’t be had by anyone but him. Scott Sinclair. Her lover.
In the lobby, he pressed the elevator Up button and imprisoned her hand in his. Her palm against his raised his temperature another degree. When no one got on the elevator with them, he mashed her up against the wall the moment the doors closed.
It was like the theater, imagining someone watching, knowing she’d do anything for him. He wanted Norman to salivate for her.
Scott wanted her to know she’d never get better than what she could have with him. Not Norman, not her ex, no one.
“Christ.” Instead of kissing her and smearing all that red lipstick, he slid down her body. On his knees, he buried his face against her skirt and drank in her scent.
She moaned and shoved her fingers through his hair, holding him. “There’s probably a camera.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” He gripped her calves, loving the feel of all that silky smooth skin. She shivered as he traced circles at the back of her knees.
The lurch of the elevator warned him to stand. His hands shook he wanted her so badly. He wanted this, the passion, excitement, and kink, the vitality, the crazy way she made his heart beat a mile a minute.
When she hesitated, he tugged until they were outside the doors as they closed. “I’m not going to force you.” He didn’t drop her hand. No way was he letting her go until she asked him to. “But I want this.”
He could see the wheels of her mind working, as if she were tabulating all the pros and cons, five for, three against.
“Why?” she asked. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, blue eyes deep.
Because in doing it, she’d claim him. And he would claim her. He knew in his gut, she wouldn’t walk away after that. Yet she’d run now if he told her that. “I don’t know your name. When you walk out of here, no one will ever know you did this.”
His gaze tracked the line of her throat as she swallowed.
“When I walk out of here, you’ll be sitting at your phone waiting for my next call.” She tapped his chest. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
He backed up two steps toward the direction of Norman’s room, their arms stretched between them. “So bad it’s like a vise around my cock. I’m gonna die if I don’t have it.”
She followed, one step. “Who belongs to who?” she tested.
“I belong to you.”
He backed up again, and this time she came with him freely.
“You have the power,” he admitted, “because I’m begging.”
The first room belonged to Norman. Scott put his hand to the door, but didn’t knock. The hallway pulsed with his need. Trinity could scent the tantalizing male aroma radiating off him. His jeans stretched tight over his erection, enticing her.
He offered the world. Her mouth would brand him. All the power would be hers. She could stop in the middle and bring him to his knees begging. Trinity had never known the control coursing through her body. Her skin tingled to the touch. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples swollen. His eyes were dark, dilated, wild, and his body called to something basic, elemental, and primitive in her.
For once, she would have all the power she’d ever craved right at her fingertips. And she wanted it badly.
Trinity knocked on the door.
Norman had stripped off his suit jacket and tie, and he stepped back to let them in. Scott held onto her hand as if he were afraid she’d come to her senses and run.
Where he was concerned, she hadn’t had any sense, since the moment she let him in her hotel room door. And really, how was
this
any more kinky than
that
?
this
any more kinky than
that
?
Norman cleared his throat—obviously a nervous habit. “Can I offer you a drink?”
The room was standard hotel fare, two queen beds, tacky paintings, a desk, bureau with drawers and TV, and by the window, a comfy orange chair with table and lamp beside it. Trinity turned a circle and finally let her gaze settle on Norman.
She shoved him lightly in the chest, pushing him down on the side of the bed closest to the window and that chair. “Sit there, Norman, and don’t move unless I tell you.”
Norman didn’t have a doubt as to who was in charge. She wasn’t so sure about Scott, but he would learn.
“There.” She pointed first at Scott, then the orange chair.
He set it an angle to the bed, but didn’t sit yet. Norman would have a bird’s-eye view of them. And she’d be able to see him as she . . . performed.
Trinity’s heart jumped into her throat, and she thought she might shriek.
Are you crazy?
She was. Panic bubbled like champagne in her veins and made her light-headed.
Are you crazy?
She was. Panic bubbled like champagne in her veins and made her light-headed.
What would Faith say if she knew all the outrageous things Trinity had taken to doing? Masturbating for a stranger, sex in a car, sex in a theater, sex, sex, sex, and now this, taking Scott in her mouth. Sucking his cock. Making him come for her.
All in front of a stranger.
Good Lord, what would her mother have said? She’d have disowned Trinity.
Scott trailed a finger down her cheek, bringing her back to this time and place instead of the fears of her own mind. Her mother would never have found out. No one would find out. Scott was her secret. Locking eyes, she lost herself in the deep brown. Closer, closer, until his lips touched hers, he took her mouth. She opened, stroked him with her tongue, allowed him deeper, and suddenly she was on the toes of her shoes, flush up against him, lips glued to his, arms around his neck. His kiss went on and on as she rubbed her whole body against him. Her miniscule panties were damp between her legs. Then she slipped back down onto her high heels.
Scott pressed her palm to his pants, rubbed himself. His eyes got darker, hotter.
“Do it,” he whispered, and removed his hand.
Trinity stroked him, felt him grow. Norman made a noise, a slight groan choked off in midthroat.
She went to the buttons on Scott’s shirt. “I’m not going to make this quick for you. You’re going to suffer.”
“Make me beg.”
“Oh, you’ll beg.” She gave him a sly smile. “You’re going to wish you’d never married such a wild little cat.”
His nostrils twitched, flared. “I’m going to be on my knees thanking God I did.” He dipped enough to slide a hand under her skirt and squeeze her butt.
She slapped his knuckles. “You don’t play,
I
play.”
I
play.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Despite his words, he teased her breast before she swatted him again.
Spreading his shirt, she flicked her nail over his nipple. He shuddered. The scent of soap rose off his chest. Licking a nipple, she tasted warm flesh. This time he shivered.
She leaned back to look up at him. “You like that a lot.” Tossing her hair, she glanced at Norman. “Are your nipples sensitive, Norman? ”
His jaw slack, he nodded his head.
“Undo your shirt and pinch them.” Power streaked through her as he did. Two men willing to do her bidding. It was kinky. It was terrifying. It was so damn addicting.
Scott pulled her head back by the hair. “Don’t forget me.”
“
Don’t
tell me what to do,” she countered. “Or you won’t get anything at all.”
Don’t
tell me what to do,” she countered. “Or you won’t get anything at all.”
A muscle flexed in his cheek.
Trinity pinched his nipple until a groan rose from deep in his belly. “Could I make you come with that?” she whispered.
He hissed in a breath when she did it again. “You might very well be able to. Do it harder.”
She pulled on him, adding a slight twist. “Does it hurt?”
“It hurts good.”
He was at the right height as she took him with her mouth, sucking hard, then teasing the nipple with her teeth.
His cock pulsed, and he bent slightly at the knees, kneading her shoulders in his hands. “Damn you.”
“I like this,” she murmured. She loved the power. Taking his belt, she undid the buckle even as she tongued his nipples into hard nubs, harder than she’d ever been herself.
Along with the harsh rasp of Norman’s breath, the sound of Scott’s zipper filled the room. Slipping into his underwear, she palmed him. Droplets coated her fingers. Pulling out, she leaned back, then put her hand to her mouth and licked his come.
“Fuck.” His brown eyes turned jet-black, and he cupped her head, took her mouth, tasted himself.
“How bad do you want it?” she whispered against his lips.
He rocked, holding her hips close with one hand. “So fucking bad I’m close to exploding right now.”
She rolled her head on his shoulder and looked at Norman. His cheeks a florid red, beads of sweat gathered along his upper lip. An enormous erection tented his trousers.
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