LEATHER AND LACE (BAD BOYS & GOOD GIRLS, #1) (9 page)

Perfect choice of words. He pulled her toward the rear of the hall again, and this time she stood on her tiptoes to see around the two sofas and various tables filled with observers. The men inside the room had the woman spread out. One held her hair, forcing her to suck his dick while she rode the other dude underneath. Soon enough from the looks of things, one of the men would take her from behind.

Like clockwork, the man with his shaft being sucked bent and picked up a bottle of lube.

“He’s going to fuck her from behind,” Brandon whispered the words against the side of Mia’s face and she exhaled a small gasp. He pulled her to a clearing. “Watch what happens.”

He stood to the side of Mia, contemplating her as she observed the sex. The moment the man drove his cock into the waiting woman’s ass, his little hellcat groaned. At first Mia’s arms were tight against her body, then her lips parted and she lowered her arms. In the crimson light, he watched a pulsing vein in her neck thrum.

Is this the type of play that gets her off?
He looked back to the room and both men were slamming their shafts into their willing partner. That wasn’t the excitement for him—it was watching Mia’s rapt attention. The way she softly moaned and the goose bumps that covered her skin.

“A turn-on for some women,” he offered, coming to stand directly behind her and more than tempted to draw her to him and grind into her ass cheeks as he sampled the taste of her skin.

She turned her face to him. “What about you? Do you like anal?” She bit her lip, sucking the center into her mouth, and he grunted in satisfaction, unable to hold back.

“With someone like you? That’s a definite.” What he’d do to sink his cock into her ass. Spank her and fuck her soundly. He grazed his hands over Mia’s lush hips, squeezing...testing the feel of her body. Fuucck, she felt so pliable. He stepped in back of her and drew her to him until his hard-on skimmed her hip. His cock jerked and he held his breath, nudging his bulge between the plump curves of her ass cheeks.

“Would you bind me? Blindfold me?” She melded against him, giving him a taste of sweet exquisite torture.

“That and more. The things I can do to you.”

“Like what?” She pressed against him. “Tell me. Please.”

He closed his eyes, not paying attention to the room or the people in the hallway who were moaning and whispering instructions. Nothing mattered except the feel of Mia’s ass teasing his cock. She ground herself against him and he sampled the edge of pure ecstasy.

“Come with me.” He guided her farther down the hall until they were past all the rooms and viewing windows. He slowed and faced her. Running his hands over her shoulders, he traced his palms up her neck and cupped her face. Mia’s eyes lifted and their gazes locked. Fuck, she was so beautiful. “Baby,” he murmured as she traced her hands over his, threading their fingers together.

“Where are we going?” She pressed against him, guiding his hands down to her hips, tempting him.
Pure hellcat.

“You tell me.” No way could he pretend he wasn’t fully aroused.

“Right here is fine.” She pivoted, turning until she faced away. Mia swayed in front of him, first pressing one curve of her bottom into his groin, and then swiping her other round cheek over his crotch. From side to aching side, she rocked her hips, rubbing across his erection. “God, this feels so intense.”

“Mia, the things I could do for you. Just say the word.” He hiked her hips up a couple of inches to ride the tip of his cock.
Yeah, right there.

“Please, show me,” she begged in a siren’s voice. Pushing her ass against him, she lifted his hands to her tits, and she whimpered, “I want to feel your hands on my skin.”

He lowered her dress and captured her full round tits in his palms.
Perfect tits to suck and fuck
. Her erect nipples grazed his fingertips.

Steering her to the wall, he lifted her palms. “Keep your fingers right here. Raise your hands from the wall and I’ll teach you what happens when you disobey me.”

Cupping her tits, he thumbed her tight nipples into peaks and ground into her hips. She arched, whimpering his name, asking him for more. Squeezing her tits, he bit down on her neck. “Mia, I want to fuck you. Here.”

“Right here?” She arched and he pinched her nipple.

“Say yes, Mia,” he growled. He blanketed her body, and he moved one of his hands down to the juncture where her thighs and hips met.

“
Yessss
. Please.”

Her dress was so damn tight he couldn’t press his fingers between her thighs. From the way she arched and moaned, he was certain directly under his fingertips lay her pussy. Slick. Pink. In need of him.

He pulled the hem of her dress up her thighs, out of his mind with lust, and his intentions wilder than they’d been in months. Mia moaned his name, begging him to fuck her. He had to get inside her, sink into her heat even if it meant taking her up against a wall in the hallway. He cupped her ass cheeks. Firm and lush and ready to be spread. Her tiny lace panties twisted in his fingers—and
snap
. He ripped the lace off her hips. Swiping his fingers along her heat, his cock juddered.
Oh, fuck
. She was wet. Warm. Slick. Ready for him. And he needed to bury himself inside her. If she didn’t care, hell, neither did he. He undid his belt and lowered his zipper. He grabbed his cock—

“Well, look who’s come back to us.” Penrose’s soft twang rang out down the hall.

“Christ!” he swore against the curve of Mia’s neck as he tugged down her dress hem. “Baby, don’t move.”

Dealing with his fly and belt, he inhaled her fragrance, trying to figure out the logistics of where he could take her in the next five seconds. He’d haul her out through the emergency exit and into his truck. He pulled her against his torso, lifting the front of her dress. Now in the proverbial spotlight, he allowed a few inches between their bodies. Not much, but enough to save her from someone else getting an eyeful of him, grinding against her perfect ass, and for a much-needed second to catch his breath. His cock was so hard it throbbed painfully within the confines of his jeans.

Mia groaned his name, and he expelled a soft curse under his breath. He took a full step away from the soft, glowing heat of her body, and he pivoted in time to see Pen’s shit-eating grin.

“How’s it going, partner?” Pen kept his voice down.

“I’m busy,” he growled, about to add ‘and leaving.’

“Oh, I can see that. And who’s this?” Pen’s face changed from curiosity to disbelief. “Wait a minute. Wait a cotton-picking minute. I recognize you!”

“What the hell has gotten into you?” he retorted, wondering if Pen had lost it. “We’re on our way out.”

“Out? What happened?” Pen asked in a low voice, finally mindful they were outside one of the rooms. “Did you just turn the researcher into an active member?”

“Come again?” He felt Mia stiffen against him.

“Looks like you’re about to. Bran, maybe I should have called the professionals months ago.”

His whole body contracted from the strength of his urgent craving to get inside Mia and finish what they’d started. At first, it seemed like his brain was on fire and he couldn’t make sense of what his partner was jabbering on about. “You’re talking gibberish, Pen.”

His partner crossed his arms and let go a low laugh. “Damn, man. It’s about time you serviced somebody again. But I never imagined it would be her.”

He had to shut Pen down before his little spitfire turned tail and exited the hall and the building. Alone. Curling his fingers over the curve of Mia’s hip, he gently squeezed her.

“Pen. Shut up.”
Shit
. He could barely speak. Not good when his partner had a tendency to ramble on about a million things, and over the years he’d learned to nod and half-listen. Where he was taciturn, Pen could talk the hind leg off a mule. Unfortunately, his loudmouth partner’s piss-poor timing had decided to interrupt the one moment when he could barely comprehend words, let alone draw an unfettered breath.

Pen just laughed and shook his head. “Hot damn! Welcome back.”

He exhaled, forcing the few words he could string together out of his mouth. “Speak English!” Glancing down, he spotted Mia’s panties on the floor, and bent, scooping up the scrap of lace. Rising, he pocketed her panties. He’d never been brought to this state before from a little dry-humping; but then again, he’d never been this far over the edge only to be cockblocked.

“Don’t you know?” Pen’s eyes widened.

“Apparently not.” Scrubbing his hand across his jaw, he stared at Pen’s face, studying his partner’s furrowed brow. Pen’s hands were shoved in his pockets. The body language was all off for his jokester partner.

“Hey, sweetheart, didn’t you tell him your business?” Pen asked Mia, all traces of humor gone from his face.

“What business?” he addressed Pen then shifted his gaze to Mia.

What the hell was this about?
He stepped farther from Mia as she pushed away from the wall.

“God,” she groaned, then skittered more than a few inches away from him. “I’m sorry.”

She started to move back as though she were on fire before she finally turned and stared at him, her mouth slightly open, her eyes unblinking.

His overarching thought was to reach out to her and haul her body against his. Claim her mouth in the kind of kiss that would leave them hungry and breathless. She didn’t say a word as they stared at one another. Mia just stood there, her chest heaving, and he wanted to find a cloak to cover her tits as her cleavage was about to spill over—again.

He took a step toward her, unable to resist her magnetic draw or the highly charged, highly erotic connection he felt between them still in place. “Mia, what’s the deal?”

“I tried to explain at the bar. Remember? I met with Mr. Penrose...last week.” She held up her palms, her eyes wide, and shook her head. Her hair flowed over her shoulders, pure silk teasing him, and really only served as a seductive frame to the most incredible pair of tits he’d ever fondled and craved to own—enough to make him lose his fucking mind.

“Talk to me,” he whispered as though she were a spooked filly.

She stared at him silent, her eyes turning liquid. Molten and then she bolted. He’d been ready all evening for this move and was right beside her, taking wide steps where she could only manage short ones given her tight dress and high heels. Except, she actually bolted. Around the corner and she raced to the end of the hall.
Shit, was she some kinda Olympic high-heel sprinter?

The exit up ahead was locked. Before she figured that out and really lost it, he reached out and took hold of her elbow, gently squeezing. “Stop running. Just talk to me.”

She jerked her arm from his grasp. “I made a mistake.”

She made it to the exit door, banged on the lever, but the door didn’t budge. It was deadbolted and only by code would it open. Before the closed-door, he put his hand around her thin bicep and gently pulled her back to him. She was a little slip of a thing, and one tug was all it took to stop her yanking, battling to be free.

“Let me go,” she demanded without much conviction as he turned her around. Her dark eyes were backlit by a fire that spoke of something wild and stubborn and searching.

“Whoa. Just stop a second. Mind explaining what Penrose was talking about? Researcher? What did Pen mean?”

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B
RANDON’S HOT
gaze swept down from her face as if he were studying her or something. Was he actually watching her breathe? Whatever he was doing, his intense glare had her coming apart at the seams.

“Stop staring at me,” she insisted indignantly.

“I’ll do a good deal more than that if you don’t start talking,” he warned.

His sharp tone made her stiffen. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I haven’t heard an answer yet. Have I? Coming here earlier and now. Obviously, you’re looking for something. All I want is a straight answer.”

God, he wasn’t the only one.

It wasn’t Brandon’s demand for the truth that perturbed her. Hell no. It was the roiling deep in her belly, the wild pulsations between her legs, and worse, her inability to resist this man. Damn. Damn. Double damn. She’d lied to herself. And now, she had no answers on how to explain her intentions.

He glowered, his stare more heated. More constricting to her ability to think sane thoughts. She wriggled against him but he refused to budge an inch.

And like before when she’d been pushed up against a wall, encircled by his muscular arms, his body tight to hers—this inexplicable connection she felt left her crazed. Hands-down, Brandon rubbing his cock over her ass was the best non-fucking sex she’d ever had. Not five minutes ago, she’d actually widened her stance so he could do her...in public. Sirens screeched in her head as her heartbeat still double-timed in her chest.
I have lost it
. Totally, totally lost it.

If she didn’t get free from him, she’d do something stupid. Pushing as far away from him as possible, she locked down her trembling muscles and her runaway lust. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. Things got carried away.”