One Night with Sole Regret 03 Take Me (13 page)

“
S
o now I’m a pervert?” Gabe said, locating his flip-flops and sliding them on his feet. “Has Amanda seen your bedroom yet?”

Amanda’s head swiveled in
Jacob
’s direction.

“Not yet,”
Jacob
said, “but she’s about to.”

Chapter 9

Amanda wasn’t sure what she expected
Jacob
’s bedroom to look like, but she wouldn’t have put her money on what she discovered. She’d figured he’d have a huge bed, which he did, but all the kinky toys she had anticipated were missing. There were TVs of various sizes around the periphery of the heavy wooden canopy above the bed. There was even a monitor above the pillows so you could watch the screen while you were flat on your back. It looked more like a sports bar than a bedroom.

“I had no idea you were such a big fan of television,” Amanda said.

“Only when it’s live.”

“Like golf or something?”

“Or something.”
He drew her damp body against his, one large hand splaying over her lower back and the other between her shoulder blades. “If it makes you uncomfortable to watch it, let me know and I’ll shut it off.” He kissed her temple.

“Watching television in bed?”

“No, sweetheart,” he said.
“Watching me fuck you senseless.”

He reached over and pressed a button on a panel next to the door. TVs flickered on. She barely heard the sounds of auto-focusing cameras. When she realized that the bed displayed on all the screens was
Jacob
’s bed, her breath caught.

“You’re going to record us having sex?” she squeaked. She could totally get fired over something like that.

“No, I never record it.
Too much of a liability.”

He cupped the back of her head
,
and she looked up at him. Why was her heart thudding out of control? He kissed her, lips stroking hers in sensual, sucking caresses until her entire body was tingling with pleasure and her knees were wobbly. Dear Lord, the man could kiss. She would give up food and
drink
until she died just so she could keep kissing him for the rest of her life.

The rest of her
life
?
Where had that thought come from? That would never work, no matter how well he kissed her or how much she liked being with him.
Just tonight.
She just wanted him for tonight. Her arms went around him and drew him closer.
Just tonight
.
That’s all she needed
,
and then she could give him up.
She’d promised her
self
that she wouldn’t get attache
d because she knew he’d break her heart
.

Amanda
squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden sting behind them. Oh sure, her path would cross
Jacob
’s occasionally—there was no way around that—but t
hey couldn’t be intimate again.
She couldn’t get emotionally involved.
Could.
Not.

Amanda kissed
Jacob
more passionately, more desperately. Her hands began to roam over the hard contours of his body. His firm ass tightened beneath her exploring palms. He tugged his lips free and grinned down at her.

She caught movement in the largest video screen that hung over the
head
of the bed. Displayed
was
a fantastic male ass and a pair of familiar hands massaging the firm buttocks. She
slid
her hands up to
Jacob
’s lower back
,
and the
image changed with the movement
.

“What in the world?”

“The cameras have motion sensors.”

She laughed.
“Very sci-fi.”

“Sole Regret’s security chief is into this high
-
tech stuff. He set it up.”

She watched the monitor, which would be much easier to see when she was sprawled on her back on
the
bed. There was something undeniably sexy about feel
ing
his cool, skin beneath her hands and watching herself touch him on the screen. She wondered how much she’d be able to see when they got down to business.

“You okay with this?” he asked.

She couldn’t tear her attention away from the display of her hands stroking his ass.

“Amanda?”

She jerked at the sound of her name and forced her gaze to meet his.
“Yeah
,
as long as there’s no recording made.”

“No recording,” he promised.

“Then I’m more than okay with this. Your ass looks amazing in my hands.” She gave his cheek a swat
,
and the muscle tensed. That
sight
did all sorts of things to
the
throbbing, swollen, heated flesh between her thighs.

Jacob
released her, turned to the control panel near the door and started pushing buttons. The lights around the periphery of the room dimmed, casting shadows over the black satin sheets on the bed. The wooden canopy above the bed opened and some sort of contraption lowered out of the ceiling.
B
lack
p
added straps flopped down to hang above the center of the bed, swaying beneath heavy chains that affixed the collection of loops to
a heavy spring
.

Amanda lifted an eyebrow at the contraption. “Oh sure, you get me to agree to one kinky thing and then you think
it’s
okay to bring out the torture devices.”

“It’s not for torture. It’s a sex swing. I figured you were getting tired. This will make my mad sex skills easier on your body.”

She chuckled. “
Mad
sex skills?” While she didn’t deny that he had
mad
sex skills, she couldn’t help but find it hilarious that he referred to them that way. She’d always imagined
Jacob
would be suave in bed.
Impersonal.
She was actually relieved that he was as fun inside the bedroom as he was out of it.

“Are you laughing at me, Amanda Lange?” The corner of his mouth twitched. His own attempts to keep a straight face weren’t working out so well for him.

“Of course not.”

“No one laughs at Shade Silverton.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.

“Do they laugh at Jacob Silverton?
Because he’s
fuckin
’ hilarious.
Mad
sex skills. Oh Lord.
” Amanda looped both
arms around his neck and buried
her nose against his throat. She inhaled deeply
,
and her eyelids fluttered in bliss. Even with the hint of hot
-
tub chlorine on his skin, she could
n’t
get enough of the man’s scent. She wanted to bathe in it.

“
They laugh at the guy a
ll the time,” he said. “But I’ve retired Jacob for the evening. Now it’s time for Shade to come out and play.”

“I prefer Jacob. He’s fun.”

“But he doesn’t have
mad
sex skills. He’s sort of a dork.” Shade lowered her to the mattress and kissed her gently before she could protest that Jacob did indeed have mad sex skills and was not a dork.

Shade
opened a side table and retrieved a pair of sunglasses. She pouted when he put them on. One of the motion detecting cameras caught the movement of his hand
and zoomed in on his face. On the screen above, he grinned. Not Jacob’s easy-going grin. Shade’s
you have no idea what I’m about to do to you
grin.

Amanda’s belly clenched
,
and she shivered.

Shade pulled out a drawer beneath the bed and withdrew a wedge-shaped cushion. He placed it in the middle of the bed beside Amanda. Her attention was divided between the
view
of the front of his body as he leaned across her and that of his back
,
which was on the monitor overhead. She liked getting two views of him at once. She just wished she had more eyes
,
so she didn’t miss anything. The monitor at the foot of the bed displayed an interesting angle of his ass. She could just see his package hanging freely between his legs as he shifted. Though she was in most of the camera shots as well, she couldn’t have cared less about looking at herself. She wanted to look at him at every imaginable angle. The anticipation of seeing what he’d look like as he fucked her was making her squirm.

Shade covered the wedge with a silky red sheet and then carefully lifted her into his arms. He shifted her so that her hips were at the apex of the wedge and her back angled down toward the mattress. Knees bent, she kept her feet pressed against the bed to keep her back on the cushion. It conformed to her body and would have been incredibly comfortable if the
top
s
of
her thighs hadn’t been protesting their overstretched
position
.

“How’s your neck?” Shade asked. He rearranged her hair to fan out around her head.

“My neck is fine. My thighs won’t be able to hold this for long
, however
.”

“We’ll take care of that.” He grinned
,
and she saw herself reflected in his sunglasses. She so wanted to look into his eyes, but she had to admit there was something sexy about not knowing what was going through his deviant mind.

Shade reached up and grabbed one of the
swing
’s
padded straps. Her eyes focused on the tensing muscles of his fantastic abdominal region
until
the hard ridge of his hip bone drew her attention lower
,
to his cock, which was showing signs of renewed excitement. God, the man was exquisite. He slipped her foot through one loop and then reached for a second to hold her other foot. Ducking under the swing, he shifted to kneel between her legs. She stared at his sunglasses, feeling his gaze on her eyes even though she couldn’t see it. He slid both loops up her calves to just under the backs of her knees. Her feet came off the bed.
The swing
took all the pressure off her hips and thighs.
S
he could
probably
hold this position for hours.

And didn’t that sound promising?

“Better?”

“Yes.”

He smiled. “Good.”

He ducked under the straps suspending her legs from the ceiling and climbed from the bed. He waved a hand at the main camera at the end of the bed and it tracked his motion. He slowly lowered his hands to between Amanda’s
parted
legs. She watched the entire thing on the screen directly above her. Her breath caught when his fingers brushed her clit and then separated her
swollen
lips
to fully display her slick
pussy.

“So this is what my gyno sees beneath that paper sheet,” she said.

“Lucky man.”

“Woman,” she said, losing her train of thought as the feel of his fingers against her sensitive clit overwhelmed
the sight
of him touching her.

She groaned when he removed his hand.

“Get your pussy wet for me, Amanda. I want cum dripping off your ass before I bother eating you out.”

“What?”

He stretched out on his back beside her and tucked his folded arms behind his head. He stared up at the monitor above, which was still focused on her swollen, aching pussy.

“I’m waiting,” he said after a long moment of her gaping at him in disbelief. She’d never masturbated in front of anyone before. She sure didn’t want to watch herself do it on a widescreen TV. But she did want him to eat her out
and
see what
that
looked like from a different angle.

She closed her eyes and slid her hand down her belly. Her fingers found her clit and she rubbed it, hard and fast. Her thighs quivered as orgasm approached quickly. She hadn’t realized how turned on she’d become.

“Don’t make
yourself
come,” Shade said. “Just get
it
wet.”

Breathing hard, seconds from sending herself over the edge, she stopped. She rotated her hips in unfulfilled need, wanting something big and hard to fill her emptiness.

“Wetter,” Shade said beside her.

After her excitement waned a bit, she rubbed her clit again.
Fingered her opening.
Rubbed her clit.
She could hear how wet she was as her fingers worked
her sensitive
flesh harder and faster and harder and—