I wasn’t a touchy-feely kind of person, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t feel deeply. I did. I just didn’t like to talk about those feelings, ever. Which was why I was so surprised that the words came out so easily with Trent. He didn’t know me. Not really. He didn’t have any preconceived notion of who I was, or where I came from. There was an ease in sharing with someone who hadn’t known you your whole life.
Equally surprising was how good it had felt to tell him the little bit that I had. It wasn’t much, and I certainly hadn’t gone into any details. But it was a start. And despite what my mother had led me to believe, the earth wouldn’t explode if I dared to share our personal life with anyone.
“Our business is our business, Brittany,” she’d said when I was only thirteen and she’d overheard me telling my friends that I spent my evenings alone because my mom was usually working. “Nothing good ever came from sharing your personal dramas with outsiders.”
“But they’re my friends.”
“They’re outsiders to our family,” she said coldly. “Do you know what happens when the wrong people hear stories that aren’t true?”
“But it is true.”
That earned me a slap across the face. I knew better than to cry out but my eyes watered with tears I struggled to hold back as she continued her lecture.
“Nothing good will come from outsiders knowing our business. It’s drama we don’t need. And that’s all it is when you talk like that. Drama. Rise above the gossip and useless conversation, and keep your bloody mouth shut.”
The memory still stung. I hadn’t thought about that moment in a very long time, but I remembered it vividly, and obviously, my subconscious had also never forgotten. There was a reason I didn’t share much.
“You look like you’re lost in thought.”
Jerked from my memory, I looked back to Trent. We’d fallen into silence, and I hadn’t even noticed that he’d taken a different road home. “Where are we going?” I changed the subject altogether. “This isn’t the way to my apartment.”
His smile was wicked and instantly cleared my mind from any and all thoughts that didn’t involve those lips on mine.
“I never said I was taking you home.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “You didn’t think that was all we were doing today, did you?”
I shrugged, and he laughed.
“Oh, baby. I’m far from done with you.”
His voice held a promise that I felt directly between my legs. It had been less than a week since our first hook-up, but it was already way too long.
“Besides,” Trent added, “I have something to show you.”
A few minutes later, we pulled up to the valet station at the Empress, the fanciest hotel in town.
“Is this where you’re staying?”
“For now.”
We slipped from his sporty car, and Trent draped his arm around my waist easily, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I fought the urge to lean into his touch and held myself tall as we walked through the lobby. There was a good chance we’d see someone we knew, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Did I want people to know I was with Trent when it wasn’t anything more than a temporary arrangement? People would talk. There would be gossip, and—fuck it.
I was forty-one, for goodness’ sake. Why did I still give a shit what other people thought or said about me and what I may or may not be doing? Particularly considering they didn’t have the facts?
I didn’t.
At least, I was going to try very, very hard not to.
Trent tightened his grip on me, and I chose that moment to prove to myself that I didn’t care about what anyone thought. I stopped walking, pulling him to a stop as well in the middle of the opulent lobby.
“What are you—”
I spun my body into his and pressed myself up against him. Trent’s arms came around me, naturally holding me tight as I lifted my head to kiss him. Right there in front of anyone who might be watching. There was no doubt in my mind that tongues would be wagging.
“What was that?” He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “I don’t take you for a public display of affection kind of woman.”
“You don’t think so?” I challenged.
Trent didn’t speak for a moment, but soon his lips twisted up into a grin. “Well,” he said. “If that’s the case…”
He moved so quickly, taking my hand and pulling me along toward the elevator, that I had to work not to stumble to keep up. We stood in silence, his hand gripping mine tightly as we waited for the elevator to arrive. But the moment we were inside and the door shut behind us, Trent pulled me hard up against him. He held my face as he kissed me thoroughly while his free hand skimmed the side of my body. Desire shot through me; my panties were instantly damp between my legs.
“If you like public displays…”
I’d been in the hotel enough times to know that after the fourth floor, the glass on three sides of the elevator opened up with a view of the mountains, the town, and the street below.
Trent reached behind him and pushed the button for the penthouse before spinning me around and pressing me against the glass. The elevator shot upward as Trent’s hands made quick work of the button on my slacks and pushed them down over my ass.
“What are you—”
“Ssh.” He flipped my hair off my neck and murmured in my ear. “You said you liked public displays of affection.”
What? No! Not here.
My mind raced. There was no way. He wasn’t going to fuck me in the elevator. Not where anyone could— The elevator came to a jarring halt beneath me.
“I think here’s good,” Trent said.
I could hear the amusement in his voice. He did plan on fucking me in the elevator.
We were about five or six stories up from the ground. High enough that unless someone purposely looked up, they wouldn’t notice what was going on inside the elevator. But low enough that if they did look up, they would be able to see and know exactly what was going on. Clearly.
“Trent, what the—”
He quieted me again by biting down, just a little, on my neck. “Listen, remember?”
“But this is—”
“So fucking hot,” he finished for me. And he wasn’t wrong.
My clit was throbbing for him. Knowing that someone might be able to see us was incredibly hot. Never mind that having Trent’s cock inside me again had been almost an all-consuming thought for the last few days.
In response, I pushed my ass back against him.
He growled in response. “Hands against the glass.”
I did as I was told.
“Don’t move.”
I didn’t plan on it. Still, I wriggled my ass again in defiance. His growl, followed by a sharp, stinging smack against my lace-clad butt cheek, sent another wave of need through me. My panties would be completely ruined by now.
Behind me, I could hear the zipper of his pants, followed by the tearing of a foil packet, and then Trent’s hard cock was pressed up against me.
Reflexively, I pushed my bottom out to give him better access.
He folded over me to kiss my neck again and whisper in my ear. “Have you ever fucked on an elevator before?”
I knew he already knew the answer. Still, I said, “You’re my first.”
“Umm. I like that.” His hand slipped between my legs. “And I like how fucking wet you are for it. For me.”
It was my turn to groan when he slipped a finger inside me and wiggled it before pinching my sensitive nub as he withdrew.
“Keep your eyes open,” he ordered. “The whole time. No matter what. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Good girl.” He thrust inside me.
Instinctively, my eyes shut as he filled me. “Fuck.” The word was little more than a groan that slipped from my lips. He was so big, and I should have expected it, been ready for it. But I wasn’t prepared for the rush of sensations that crashed through me.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded as he thrust into me again. Hard.
How did he—
“Look down,” he said, forcing me out of my head and back into the moment. “Look at all the people down there who could see you at any moment.”
I did as he instructed and scanned the street below for the first time. To my horror and equal thrill, we were much lower than I’d initially thought. We were close enough to the ground that there would be no denying what it was we were doing.
Trent thrust into me again from behind, pressing me hard into the glass. I braced myself against him, wanting all of him.
“God, you’re sexy, Brittany.” He sucked and nipped on my neck a little as he increased the pace of his thrusts.
He felt so good inside me, but I knew we didn’t have long. We were only seconds away from getting caught. Any moment, someone could look up and—shit.
Trent saw it at the same time I did. A casually dressed man, likely a tourist, looked up and made direct eye contact with me. Terror flashed through me, and I stiffened.
“He sees you,” Trent whispered into my ear. He reached around and passed a finger to my clit, sending a wave of heat to my pussy. “He sees me fucking you, doesn’t he?”
I nodded. As much as I wanted to close my eyes so I couldn’t see the man watching us, I kept them open, equally turned on knowing he could see us.
“He’s going to watch you come,” Trent said next. “Do you like that?”
I didn’t answer immediately, and Trent nipped the tender skin on my neck, prodding a response from me.
“I do,” I answered honestly. “I do like that he’s watching.”
“I thought you might.” Trent thrust hard into me at the same moment that he pinched my clit between his fingers, sending me straight into a dazzling climax. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out, but hot tears pricked at my eyes from the intensity of my orgasm.
Behind me, I vaguely noticed as Trent stiffened and took his own release.
A moment later, he pulled out of me. My hands still pressed against the glass, more for the support my legs were not providing me. I struggled to control my breathing.
“Fuck, baby. That was insane.” Trent pulled up my pants and wrapped his arms around me as he buttoned them for me. “Blow him a kiss,” he ordered. “After all, you have him to thank for that.”
I didn’t completely agree with that. My vision cleared enough to bring our spectator back into focus. I stepped back from the window and did as Trent told me, blowing a kiss, before turning to face Trent.
The moment he did, he hit the button to resume our elevator trip and pulled me in for a kiss.
“You’re full of surprises, Brittany. In all the best ways.”
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There was no way I thought she’d go along with the whole elevator thing. But she did. And it was without a doubt the hottest sex I’d ever had. No comparison.
Not. Even. Close.
The elevator came to a stop. I took her hand and led her into the penthouse I was renting until I could find something more permanent. My trip to Aspen Valley had started as a temporary business trip to investigate the opportunity for development for my company. It hadn’t taken long for me to see the potential in business. And I was just as quickly starting to see that same potential in other areas as well.
Brittany was still a little shaky from her orgasm, so I led her straight to the couch. “Can I get you a drink? Water? Or maybe—”
“A vodka soda would be great.” She looked up at me. “I think the situation calls for one, don’t you?”
There was no way to keep the grin off my face. “Absolutely.”
When I returned a few minutes later with our drinks, she seemed to have made a full recovery.
“Thank you.” Brittany accepted her drink and took a sip. “I don’t usually drink in the middle of the afternoon,” she said. “To be honest, I don’t usually drink much at all.”
This much I knew.
“But then again, I don’t usually have voyeuristic sex in an elevator either.”
“Not usually?” I sat next to her on the couch, but facing her so our knees touched. More and more, I wanted to be touching her in some way.
“Okay,” Brittany admitted. “I’ve never had sex on an elevator before. And I’ve also never had sex when others are watching.”
I chuckled. “You know you gave that guy images to last him a lifetime of lonely showers, right?”
She almost choked on her drink, but she laughed, too. “I’m not sure I want to think about that.” She shook her head. “Besides, he’s not the only one who’s going to have images to last a lifetime.”
She mumbled the last part to herself, but I caught it clearly.
I put my drink on the coffee table and slipped my hand up her thigh. I squeezed gently until she looked at me. There was no mistaking the flicker of sadness I saw there, and after what we’d just done, I couldn’t even begin to understand what could possibly be making her sad.
Determined to put a smile back on her face, I asked, “Did you text your friends about that one yet?”
Maybe I should have been upset that she was using me to give her friends stories about wild sexual exploits, but I didn’t care. No, that wasn’t true. I liked it. Knowing that Brittany was going to share our experiences with her friends fueled me to be better and more exciting. Not that I needed a whole lot of inspiration when it came to Brittany. Everything about her inspired me. In every way.
“I didn’t yet,” she said. “I mean…I’ve barely even recovered.”
I loved her vulnerability with me.
“I wasn’t sure I would have been able to walk on my own after that,” she said. “I have never come so hard in my life.”
My cock twitched to life at her words and the knowledge that I had done that to her. For her. It was a huge turn-on.
I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers in a soft kiss. “I’m glad. You deserve to come hard like that every time.”
She laughed. “I’m not sure I could survive it. Really.”
I was pretty sure she could. And dammed if I didn’t want to make sure she came that hard every single time for the rest of her life. Instead of saying it out loud, which I knew wouldn’t result in anything good, I kissed her again before sitting back and once more picking up my drink.
“It doesn’t bother you that I’m telling my friends all the dirty details?” Brittany eyed me over the rim of her glass. “I mean, a lot of men wouldn’t like that at all.”
“I don’t know what type of men you hang out with, baby. But as far as I’m concerned, having my woman tell her girlfriends about all of the earth-shattering, can hardly walk afterward, crazy orgasms I’m giving her is hardly a problem.”
Her eyes widened, and I realized my slip.
“Your woman?”
“I just meant that…well…”
Fuck it.
I grabbed her hand and tugged her closer to me. “Yes.” I committed to it. “My woman. For the next few weeks, for longer. For…it doesn’t matter. But as long as I’m the one making you scream like that, then yes you’re my woman.” I kissed her again. Harder this time, to make my point. “Got it?”
She swallowed hard and her lips flicked up into a small smile. “Oh,” she said slowly. “I got it.”
Damn, she was going to be hard to walk away from. And for the life of me, it was getting harder and harder to remember exactly why I might want to.
Fortunately, Brittany’s phone rang, forcing me to pull away from her and the moment.
“Sorry,” she said. “I should check, since…well, it is a workday.”
“You don’t have to explain it to me.” I took the opportunity to cross the room and check my own phone for messages. I had a real estate agent looking into appropriate office spaces. I’d made the decision to stay in Aspen Valley, at least for a little while, so I was going to need to lease some office space. The head office for Thomas Developments would still be based out east, but I liked the idea of a satellite office more and more. Especially considering there was so much opportunity. I’d need somewhere for my staff to be, and as generous as Shane Grant had been with his space, it was time to move on.
I scrolled through a few messages about potential properties but got distracted a moment later when Brittany put her call on speakerphone.
It was her friend, Jessie.
“Remember the other night, we were talking about a dinner party at our place, and you agreed to come?”
My messages forgotten, I turned and leaned back against the kitchen island, suddenly far more interested in Brittany’s response.
She glanced my way as she said, “I remember. When are you thinking?”
“Friday.”
“This Friday?”
“You have plans?”
Brittany looked directly at me, but I could only laugh. I would happily fill every minute of her calendar and tie her to my bed for the duration of the four weeks if I thought I could get away with it.
Actually, that didn’t sound like a bad idea at all.
“I don’t have plans,” she said to Jessie, her gaze still on mine.
“You do now,” Jessie said. “And of course, Trent’s invited, too. Now that you’re together, you can—”
“We’re not together.”
Brittany dropped her gaze and something in my chest twisted, which was dumb. It was just sex. That’s all it was ever going to be. That was the agreement. And even if it wasn’t, I didn’t want anything more. I never wanted anything more. Why should this time be different?
But it didn’t matter why it should, or if it would, because I already knew the truth. This time was different.