Richard and Jaclyn took the elevator upstairs after the event, still high from the performance. Without thinking, he headed for the penthouse.
“What are you doing?” Jaclyn whispered.
“Oh, um, I was just thinking, perhaps we should just speak with the occupant and see if they might be amenable to a move?” He reached up for a knock, knowing full well no answer would come.
She jerked his arm down, smiling and shushing him with soft giggles. “It’s past midnight. We can’t wake them. Maybe tomorrow.”
He nodded at the suggestion, and they headed to the East Suite.
Once inside, Jaclyn rushed to the bedroom. “Do you mind if I use your room again?”
“No, of course not,” he said as the bedroom door shut.
Tugging off his bow tie and loosening the top button of his tailored shirt, he contemplated the couch. If he offered Jaclyn his bed, he could make do. For his height, the length seemed fine. Cushioned leather wasn’t his favorite form of mattress, but with the extra sheets, blankets, and pillows in the bedroom closet, he’d be quite comfortable.
He slipped off his tuxedo jacket and hung it over the back of a chair. Considering the couch again, he figured a drink might be in order.
When he heard the bedroom door open, he turned. “Would you like a nightca—”
Jaclyn stepped out, wearing nothing more than her lacy pink panties. Her long, dark locks fell over her shoulders to her waist, covering her breasts. Her smile was wicked, as if she’d stepped out of the garden of Eden, ready for a naughty night with his snake.
She strolled over to him, looking up through her thick lashes as she said in a teasing tone, “What were you offering me?”
He heaved a breath. “Whatever the hell you want.”
Richard’s eyes widened as he took her in, the sight of her waking the real him—a hot-blooded man who’d been dancing around the truth for far too long. He was done with resisting or pretending.
He needed her. Now.
Without a word, he stepped close, and his lips descended on hers. Whisking her off her feet into the cradle of his arms, he made his way to the bedroom where he laid her across the bed. Greedily, she tore off his shirt and then he rid himself of the rest of his clothes. Her soft body was so desperately welcome against his, he didn’t understand the particular position of her arms and legs until it was too late.
With a powerful pivot, Jaclyn leveraged her strength against the angle of her momentum and spun his back to the bed. In an instant, she was on top of him, and he loved it. She wove her fingers through his, then shoved his hands to the headboard. He was hard and ready, every vein of his cock tortured as she rubbed against him.
His eyes snapped open when he heard the click. Jaclyn had handcuffed one of his wrists to the lower rail of the headboard.
With a devilish grin, she said, “These aren’t trick ones. You’re trapped.” Her eyes were bright and playful, but when his gaze remained seriously fixed on hers, her face fell. “Sorry. I’ll release you.”
Her slow grab for the key was stopped as his free hand held hers in place.
“Jaclyn . . .” His voice took on a low, smoldering tone. “I want to get close to you. Get to know you. If this helps, leave them on.”
She froze, her eyes locked with his, then slid her hands across his chest and smiled. After setting his glasses aside, he grabbed the key and tossed it across the room.
They kissed with a hot, sensual rush that drove their breaths to heaving. The fingers of his free hand sifted through the soft waves of her hair, then skimmed down her back and slowly along the length of her spine.
Jaclyn shivered, then gasped as he dove his tongue in to duel with hers. She was delicious, and he needed to taste all of her. She lifted away from him, trailing kisses down his neck. He gripped her hair, grasping it tightly as he pulled her off him. Her heavy eyes locked in his seriousness.
“But if at any point,” he said, “I feel like you’re holding back, I’m taking over.”
Her eyes gleamed with understanding and perhaps amusement as she glanced at his wrist, still secured in the cuff.
The fingers of his free hand ghosted across her creamy skin as she slid off the bed. Her thoughts were a mystery, but some sexy surprise was in store, and he wouldn’t waste time wondering. The moment was here. Nothing else mattered. He was game.
Well, he was at first.
She turned off the lamps. All of them.
The lights of the city managed to outline every mound and curve of her sexy silhouette, while most of her remained hidden in the dark. Not an issue, as he could easily pop on his glasses and adjust the night vision features. But he didn’t want to sidestep her wishes. Tonight, he’d hit every one of her needs head on.
He heard the familiar tear of a condom package and the pop of a flip cap. Her hands inched the sheath down the length of his ready rod, and the squeeze of her fingers tightened as she smoothed cool gel over his member. Lubed and locked around his shaft, her palms slid in up-and-down strokes that pushed a moan from his throat. Her hands worked separately, counter to each other, gripping every pressure point in a whirl of sensations. Frustrated, he wrapped his free hand around the links of the handcuff, giving it a tug as she worked his rod.
“I need more. Of you.” His demand was low. Controlled.
Jaclyn climbed on top of him, moving slowly as she rocked across his hips. The impact was unexpected. He could just make her out, rolling back and forth on top of him.
She rode slowly. Methodically. A series of motions that spoke volumes with every seductive move.
It was practiced.
Rehearsed.
Regrettable.
Her perfectly executed choreography was flawless, touching him in all the right places, timed with all the right groans. But it wasn’t real. It was like watching a woman eat a rice cake in some pathetic pretense of sinking her lips around something delectable.
Nothing compared to seeing a woman lick clean a finger smeared with buttercream frosting. There are just some things you can’t fake.
Even in a practically pitch-black room, he saw right through her. And she wasn’t trying to trick or control him. Not playing him at all.
The truth hit him like a ton of bricks. All this time, Jaclyn had been conning herself.
Somehow, she was so eager to make an impression—to please him and probably every man before him—that she’d fooled herself into believing this was it. That sex was a one-way street. And with the two-pump-chumps who swarmed the dating scene, her theory was undoubtedly proven right on far too regular of a basis.
Richard’s dissatisfied libido tapped out.
Time for a takeover.
* * *
Jaclyn ran through the steps in her mind.
Condom on?
Check.
Slicked down and seduced?
Check, and check.
On board for the twenty-minute countdown.
Liftoff.
As she thrusted in a desperate need to please him, she found her thoughts began to wander. Enraptured in remembering the events of the evening, and then ticking off her mental to-do list for the week ahead, she wasn’t paying close attention to the man she’d mounted.
Suddenly, the lamp clicked on. In the brightness, she jolted and opened her eyes. The heat of his hands, both of them, were scorching their way around her body as he sat up. His lips were on her shoulder before she pushed him back.
“Wait, how did you—”
Hushing her with a kiss, he rolled them together to place her on her back. Pulling his cock from her core, he removed his lips from her as well. “I said I’d take over if you were holding back.”
Irate, she struggled to force him away, but the weight of his body held her in place.
“Ssh, you’ve had your turn. Now it’s mine. When I say you’re beautiful, I don’t mean in the dark. I’m going to look at you, Jaclyn. All of you. And you’re going to let me. I have to see you. Watch you. Have you. Make your sweet pussy weep for me.”
Embarrassed, she turned away, and his lips were on her neck, moving to her ear.
He grumbled low. “Soaking you is the price of entry, no lube needed. Let me earn it. If I can’t make you wet, I don’t fucking deserve you.”
His hand slid to her breast, then back up her shoulder and down to her wrist. He held her arm over her head, and she gasped as he cuffed her.
“What are you doing?” Her words were fevered, but she wasn’t fighting it.
“Freeing you from making this perfect for me and forgettable for you. Forcing you to trust me. To take everything I give you.” He hovered his lips a whisper from hers, patient for her response.
Melting in the adoration of his gaze, Jaclyn pressed her mouth to his with a sigh.
She didn’t want what he was offering. She needed it.
His tongue plunged between her parted lips, and she sucked hard. With every whimper, she could feel herself letting go. Her will was his.
His lips feathered across her neck and to her breasts, leaving each tantalized nipple with a tender lick as he continued down. She tugged the cold steel binding her wrist and relaxed her legs around him.
“Yes, baby,” he said softly, sliding his hands between her thighs and spreading her legs wider.
Her free hand pushed through his hair as his mouth dove down. His scorching tongue split her. She cried out as he carried its width up her swollen folds, searing her clit as he slipped two fingers deep inside her.
Her body trembled beyond control as she finally let go. Her fingernails scraped his back, and he lashed his tongue harder. His moans vibrated her core as she lifted her hips, pressing herself closer to his mouth. Her swollen sex relished his touch. His lips latched on her clit, and his rhythmic fingers fucked her senses to oblivion.
“Please. I need more.”
He pressed his thumb to her clit and lifted his head. His sinful fingers never missed a beat. “More what, baby? Tell me. I need to hear exactly what you want.”
She was on the brink. As his demanding eyes met hers, she stammered, “I . . . I want your cock. Inside me.”
He ducked his head to swipe another long lick along her folds, then shook his head with a smile. “You’ll get my cock when you scream my name at the top of your lungs,” he said, then lashed her again. “And not a second sooner.”
Her head spun as his thumb quickened its seductive circles, and she slowed her breathing. “But what about your neighbors?”
“You heard me,” he said, burying his face in the slickness of her folds.
Somehow, negotiating her orgasm brought her to a new high. He moved his thumb out of the way and sucked her clit hard as his fingers hit her spot again and again. Every sensation in her body exploded into a billion pieces.
She grabbed a pillow, smothering her cries. “Yes, Richard. Yes!”
His fingers slid out of her, and he snatched the pillow from her face, catching her off guard. Her panting slowed.
With a playful scowl and a slow peck on her lips, he scolded her. “Cheater. Should that count?”
Jaclyn heaved out a panting breath. “It better. I swear, it was at the very top of my lungs.” She cupped his jaw. “I don’t want you getting kicked out of here on a complaint. Or in trouble with your company. Not on my account.”
He pressed a tender kiss to her palm, then grabbed his glasses.
“We’re not finished, are we?” she asked, a little panicked.
He laughed. “Not by a long shot. But I want you out of these handcuffs for round two.” He slipped the tip of the arm of his high-tech eyeglasses into the lock of the cuff and twisted. It unlocked.
Impressed and delighted, she asked, “Wait, Paco didn’t have glasses. How was he getting out of them?”
Richard shook his head slowly as he shrugged. “It’s Paco. Who the fuck knows?” She giggled as he set his glasses and the cuffs aside. “He’s not my concern at the moment.”
Her laughter faded as he pressed his lips to hers, letting her forage for and taste her own sweetness on his tongue. Then he rolled to his back and pulled her to straddle him.
His gaze leisurely taking in every inch of her, he said, “Let’s try that again.”
She stroked his length until every vein throbbed. When his finger again found her slick folds and dove back in, then out, she gasped. Tasting her wetness, he moaned with satisfaction. He lifted her and in a single glide, filled her.
Her core scorched, feeling the stretch of his massive cock in her sensitive center. His hands caressed her breasts as she swiftly rocked her hips. He pinched her nipples, and she pumped faster.
Fighting for one more O, she dropped a hand to her clit, and his followed, whipping it away. He rubbed her hard, and she struggled to keep pace.
“I’m . . . I—”
“Yes, baby. Do it. Come for me.”
She couldn’t stave it off, no matter how desperately she wanted him to come too. She reached for a pillow, and he threw them off the bed. With nothing handy to muffle her voice, her breathy screams echoed throughout the room.
Richard grabbed her hips and drove into her hard as he peaked. His cries thundered against every wall. She collapsed on top of him, exhausted. He held her so tightly, she felt his heartbeat with every staggered breath.
After a few minutes, he rolled off the bed to head to the bathroom. When he returned, she was settled under the comforter, wearing the glasses, giggling with a sweetly suspicious smile.
“Why do you wear these? They don’t seem to be prescription.”
He strolled up to her with a knowing grin. “That’s because they’re not for vision,” he said. “It’s a prototype. I’ve been taking them on a test run.”
She slid them off, studying the pair closely. “What else do they do?”
He took a seat next to her. “I can’t tell you. Not yet.”
Jaclyn nodded, letting him gently remove them from her hands. “I understand. I’m sure your company has you sign a pretty thorough NDA. We do the same thing.”
He set the glasses aside and killed the lights before climbing in bed. His hot body spooned her, and he laced his fingers through hers to lock them in their cuddle.
“Good night . . . Tricky Dick.” She giggled softly.
“Good night, baby,” he mumbled sleepily into her shoulder, and followed his words with a kiss.
Her laughter softened to yawns as she drifted into her first good night’s sleep in ages.