In His World (For His Pleasure, Book 28) (9 page)

She stepped back, blushing even more furiously. “You can’t just come into my life and demand whatever you want, then change your mind. And then change it back again.”

“Actually, I can,” Brody said. “I brought the papers to hire you,” he said. “They’re in the car outside. And that includes the bonus check, thirty thousand dollars upon signing. A raise of ten thousand dollars from our original agreement as a way of showing my appreciation for your…flexibility.”

“So ten thousand dollars erases you treating me like your little lap dog?”

Brody’s smile faded and his gaze intensified. “Ten thousand dollars is a gesture of good faith. And you’re no dog, Chloe. But I still might let you lay on my lap, despite that fact.”

Chloe was speechless. She was completely stumped. Part of her wanted to tell him to go screw, to get out of her life—just on principle.

But the much bigger portion of her wanted to be near him again, if just for another night. The truth was, she’d have gone with him even without the promise of a job or a check.

Still, the idea that he wanted to hire her and pay her extravagantly was meaningful to her. It meant that he wanted to keep her close to him and not simply use her and toss her aside as she’d feared.

He was here for a reason.

And what is that reason?

Maybe he just got horny again
.

But no, she knew it wasn’t anything quite that simple. Sure, he wanted sex. And she wanted sex too. But she didn’t
only
want sex, and she decided that Brody didn’t only want sex either. If he did, there were lots easier places to go and people for him to get it from.

Brody checked the time. “Do we have a deal or not?” he said. “I really do have to get on that plane. And I want you with me.”

She nodded, almost despite herself. “Yes, I’ll go,” she told him. “I must be crazy, but yeah. I’m going.”

“You’re not crazy, Chloe. It would be crazy if you said no.”

“I’m not sure what world you’re living in, Brody.”

“You’re about to find out,” he said, smiling confidently.

A chill went up her spine at the look on his face. “What about clothes, makeup…I don’t have anything with me.”

His grin faded but the hunger in his eyes deepened and he shook his head. “There’s nothing you need that I can’t provide. Shall we?” He said, gesturing to the door.

“I just need to let my mother and sister know,” she said softly.

“I’ll wait for you in the car,” he said, reaching out and touching her wrist with his fingertips.

Just the briefest touch of his fingers caused her entire body to feel electric and hot.

And then she was watching his tight ass as he turned and left the house, walking back towards the waiting vehicle.

“Shit,” she muttered, feeling dizzy from everything that was happening. As she walked down the hall to tell her mother and sister what was going on, they reappeared.

Dana’s eyes were still wide.

Chloe’s mother looked like she’d just eaten something rotten. Her nose wrinkled. “That man is not a good person,” she said. “He’s full of himself and—“

“Mom, I don’t want to have this conversation right now,” Chloe told her. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m going.”

“Where are you going? California?” Dana said. She moved forward and grabbed Chloe’s hands. “He’s like the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe my sister’s dating Brody Hawk!”

Chloe blushed. “We’re not exactly dating—“

“Exactly,” her mother said pointedly. “You’re not doing anything of the sort. He’s a user and he’s only going to hurt you again—probably before the hour is up.”

“Maybe so,” Chloe said, “but it’s my choice to make.”

“Your mistake,” her mother clarified.

Chloe shrugged. “Yeah, probably.”

Dana turned to their mother. “Mom, let it go. Any girl would go with Brody Hawk if he asked.”

In response, Chloe’s mother sighed. “What do I know about anything? I was married, divorced, raised two girls, I’ve seen relationships come and go. But apparently two twenty-something’s know more about life and love and men then I do, because I don’t have an Instagram account.”

“Mom, it’s got nothing to do with Instagram,” Dana laughed. “But you should get an account—you’d love it.”

Chloe’s mother looked at her sadly. “I wish I could still send you to your room like I used to do when I didn’t think you were spending time with the right friends.”

“You never needed to do that with me,” Chloe said. She smiled and touched her mother’s shoulder. “I never hung out with the wrong crowd.”

“Until now,” her mother said.

And then they hugged and said goodbye, and there was sadness, but also excitement too. Chloe turned and left her mother’s house, waving goodbye one last time before making her way to the car.

She got inside and slid in next to Brody.

He was on his phone, texting.

“Well, I’m here,” she said, as if fate had forced her hand. And maybe, in a way, it had.

Brody looked up at her. “As you should be,” he said, before turning his attention to the driver. “We’re ready to head to the airport,” he said, before turning to a small attaché case on the floor beside him. He opened it and pulled out a document and a sleek black pen, both of which he handed to her.

“Oh,” she said, faintly surprised as she held the contract.

Now it was really real. Paper-clipped to the first page of the contract was her signing bonus—a check for thirty thousand dollars.

“Your contract.”

She stared at it a long time. “Everything looks in order,” she muttered.

“For someone who seemed anxious to get the deal in hand, you sure don’t look very happy to have it in front of you right now,” Brody said.

“It’s a lot to process.”

“And thirty thousand dollars is a lot to spend. But you’ll have it in your bank account once you sign those papers.”

She sighed. Of course he was right. She was being silly, once again trying to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

Just sign it.

And then…

Then what?

She looked up from the contract to find Brody staring directly at her with those magnetic eyes that promised such dark magic to be made real, the undertow pulling her down into the sweet depths of total ecstasy.

Just sign it.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Chloe found her hand grasping the pen and quickly scrawling her signature across the line, and then Brody was taking the papers and placing them in his satchel.

He handed her the check. “Keep it safe.”

She took it and put it in her purse, as if she held it too long it might burn her fingers.

“I guess that’s done,” she said.

“Finally,” he said, raising the privacy glass between them and the driver as the car glided towards its destination.

Chloe felt a surge of excitement in her belly. “It didn’t take
that
long for me to sign it,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“That’s not what I meant,” he told her, turning his body towards hers.

“Then what did you mean?”

“I mean, finally I have you alone,” he said. His hand reached out and touched her cheek, softly.

The moment his skin touched hers, it was like a flame had been ignited. Her heart began racing, her face flushed. She was spinning.

Just from one touch of his hand.

“Now that I work for you,” Chloe said, “shouldn’t we…I don’t know…be more professional?”

“Oh, of course,” Brody said, suddenly pretending to be serious. He pulled his hand back and sat stiffly beside her. “Professional.”

Her face flushed harder. “Don’t, Brody.”

“Don’t what?”

“Make fun of me.”

His eyes flashed. “Professionals don’t make fun. We’re very serious here.”

She giggled. “I work for you now. Officially.”

“Yes, it’s all official, Chloe. So, you probably shouldn’t think about what it would be like to put me in your mouth right here in this car.”

She froze. “Excuse me?”

“What?” he said, looking innocent. “I only was making it clear that you shouldn’t be fantasizing about having my cock in your mouth, now that I’m your boss.”

“I wasn’t fantasizing,” she said.

He stared at her. “Now you’re lying.”

“You think very highly of yourself.”

“And you must think I’m an idiot,” Brody replied. “Because I can see it in your eyes, Chloe. The eyes never lie.”

She brushed her hair away from her face and turned to look out the window, trying to escape his penetrating gaze and his words that seemed designed to tangle her up and trap her until she was hopelessly vulnerable.

She hadn’t been fantasizing about that act, but now that Brody had said it, she found the images cascading through her mind as she sat there.

It was like a potion working on her, and now that he’d given her the idea, Chloe didn’t seem to be able to get it out of her head.

She’d already done it once, and she had enjoyed it quite a bit. Tasting him, feeling him wanting her, his hardness as she stroked her tongue up and down his length…

“Lost in thought?” Brody said, breaking into her daydream and startling her.

She twitched guiltily. “Stop it,” she said, turning to look at him.

“Do you really want me to?” he said, a new intensity in his voice.

She hesitated. Licked her lips. “No.” She hardly even breathed the word.

“I didn’t think so,” he said, and then he was pulling her towards him and his lips were burning hot, pressing against hers.

She felt her body instantly melting into his.

Oh, God. This is so right and so wrong and I don’t care anymore.

Just a couple of hours ago, she’d been certain that Brody was gone from her life forever. She hadn’t imagined that a short time later, she’d be in a car with him, driving to the airport to fly to Los Angeles as his fulltime employee.

And she certainly hadn’t believed that his hands would be roaming down her torso to rest on her hips, while his gorgeous eyes were just inches from hers. He was so hard, his body tight. He seemed to defy the natural laws of science and common sense.

No man could possibly be this fit, with no body fat and pure muscle.

He might just be the best looking man on the entire planet, and he’s with me.

Me.

Chloe could hardly catch her breath. How could this be happening—again?

His tongue was minty, his lips insistent. A low groan of want and need came from her throat as her tongue finally met his and then she was meeting his kiss with full force.

He reached up and grabbed her hair with one hand as his other grasped her hip even more tightly.

Her head was jerked back and away from him.

“Are you still thinking about it?” he said in a husky voice.

“I…I don’t…”

“Me. In your mouth. Fucking that perfect mouth of yours until I explode,” he told her.

Instantly, she was thinking about it in vivid detail, and she knew the real thing was only moments away. Between her legs, she was suddenly flooded with moisture as her excitement spiked.

“I’ll do whatever…whatever you want,” she said, and he gave her hair another slow tug, before his lips brushed against her cheek and then down to kiss and lick her neck.

His mouth and breath were hot against her skin.

His one hand gripped her hair while the other slid up from her hip, beneath her shirt and then grasped her full breast.

Chloe gasped.

“You like that,” he told her. “My hands wherever I want them, taking what I want when I want it.”

She nodded. “I need it.”

“My cock.”

She nodded once more. “In my mouth,” she whined.

He sat back and pulled his pants down to reveal his full, throbbing member standing at full attention—erect and engorged with blood. It was somehow bigger than she remembered.

Brody’s eyes were intense as he watched her carefully. “Go on, then. Show me how much you want it. Put those sexy lips on me, let me fuck that mouth, all the way, as deep as I want to go.”

Her eyes widened.

“Is that a problem?” he asked, challenging her commitment.

“No,” she said, shaking her head, even as her thoughts raced. Could she handle him, could she take him as deep as he wanted to go?

She had to try.

She wanted to try.

He inclined her down towards him and she found herself grasping his shaft with one hand and then sliding him into her mouth, his bulbous head pressing down on her tongue and then forcing itself deeper into her throat.

She almost gagged momentarily.

“Fuck that’s warm and good,” he groaned.

Her jaw was stretching as she tried to open wider to accommodate his girth. His cock was huge and hard, as if he was even more turned on and worked up this time, for some reason.

I’m sucking Brody Hawk’s dick.

He’s fucking my mouth while we drive in the back of his fancy car.

Her pussy clenched.

She was wet. The car smelled of sex.

Fluids were everywhere. Spit drooled down onto his balls. She tasted pre-cum as she bobbed her head slowly up and down the length of him.

Somehow, despite the aggressiveness and arrogance of Brody’s demands, Chloe was hot and getting hotter by the second. She either didn’t care that he was so presumptuous, or she liked it.

Her nipples were tender and stiff.

Her pussy was dripping.

Brody’s cock tasted musky and hot and slick. She was getting into it now, loosening up and warming to the task.

“Fuck, that mouth is perfect,” he said, and his groan sounded sincere.

She started jerking his cock with her hand, right at the base, as her lips slid up and over his throbbing head, then swirled her tongue over it, and then slid him out again. She began repeating the motion in time with his hips thrusts, which were powerful and machine like.

His body was tight, his skin smooth.

Her one hand pressed against his upper thigh for leverage, while her other jerked his cock.

She sucked him deeper into her mouth, her eyes straining out of her head as she took him as deep as humanly possible.