Revenge Sex (13 page)

She trailed off, licking another drop of
sweet come from the slit of his cock. “Oh, Mr. Blackwell, my
earlier friend came twice, why can’t you?”

“Bitch,” he whispered without emphasis.

She didn’t know where the ornery imp came
from. Maybe it was all the years of wanting him. Maybe it was that
speech in the office, about professional relationships. Payback,
revenge. She wanted to tease him, and make it fun. He supposedly
liked it when his woman was with another man. Ah, but would he like
it if the other man was better? Perhaps that’s why Ruby made all
those comparisons to Bradley.

But hell, she didn’t want to think about Ruby
now.

Looking up at him, the taste of his big,
beautiful cock still in her mouth, the flesh right there, hers, all
hers, she didn’t want to play Ruby’s style of game.

“I needed
you
, tonight, Mr. Blackwell.
I wanted
you
. I thought about
you
kissing me,
touching me, licking me, and fucking me, Mr. Blackwell.” His eyes
smoked, the lines of his face tensed, and she picked up the condom
package from the sheet where he’d dropped it. “I can’t wait another
minute for you, Mr. Blackwell. Take off your clothes. I want your
skin on mine.”

Their gazes locked as he unbuttoned his white
shirt.

“You never wear a T-shirt underneath,” she
said, reaching out to touch a round nipple. “Sometimes I can see
them beneath the material. It’s so sexy, I get all distracted with
whatever we’re discussing.”

As he threw the shirt aside, she leaned close
and laved a nipple, his skin salty, delicious. “Oh, Mr. Blackwell,
how often I’ve dreamed of this.”

He grabbed her arms, hauled her up against
his body, and took her mouth hard, fast. “Miss Murphy, I can safely
say that no woman has ever driven me to distraction the way you
do.”

“Yes, well, you’re taking too long to get
your clothes off.”

He was off the bed in one second flat. His
pants were already unzipped, but he unbuckled and shoved everything
down, pushing off his shoes at the same time.

He was magnificent. She’d been worried about
being naked when he came in, exposed and vulnerable. It was why
she’d feigned sleep. Now she wished she’d kept her eyes open so
that she could see his reaction to her body, hoping it was the same
as her reaction to his.

“Mr. Blackwell,” she said, a trace of awe
sweeping through her voice, “I seriously think we should have all
our meetings with you in the nude.”

He laughed, a sound deep from his belly. “We
would never get any work done, Miss Murphy.

She gave him a steady gaze. “He was nothing
like you, the man down in the bar.”

“How many times did he make you come?”

She counted the number of orgasms she’d given
herself to get ready for him. “Five.” Coming was easy with a
vibrator, but it was never the same as a man.

“How many ways?”

He needed this, the telling. Right now, she
didn’t care. “One with his fingers, two with his mouth, and three
while he was fucking me.”

“That’s six.”

Oops. “I meant two while he was fucking
me.”

He put his knee on the bed. “Mine will be so
much better.”

It certainly would. “Come here.” She tore the
foil packet, positioned the condom, rolled it down.

“You’ve had practice.”

She tipped her head and smiled. “Do you want
to know how many men I’ve had?”

His eyes smoked again. “Yes.”

She could count them on two hands. “It’s hard
to say. Fifty, I think.”

He raised one brow. “Fifty?”

She cupped his balls. “I love men. I love
fucking. I love tasting a new cock.” Then she squeezed until he
groaned. “And I want
this
cock inside me. I’ve waited long
enough, Mr. Blackwell.”

She rolled to her back and held her hands out
to him. He came right into her arms.

* * * * *

She took him deep, and it was like coming
home. He’d had hot, down-and-dirty sex with Ruby after her nights
out. This was somehow beyond the mere physical, stripping him of
all control, all rationality. No, it was more than that, in a way
he couldn’t explain even to himself, except to say that Jessica fit
him so perfectly, he could have sworn she was made for him, her
body tight, her scent sweet, her skin hot along his.

He held still a long moment, her engulfed
him. “Let me savor this,” he whispered. He loved that she had taken
another before him, and yet he was still what she needed most.

He pulled back to bracket her face with his
hands. She was so delicate beneath him. “I never do it missionary,”
he murmured.

“I like your weight on me,” she said, rising
up to touch her nose to his, then her lips to his mouth. “I want a
real man on top of me.” Then she said the words without sound, “Now
take me.”

He moved slowly at first, her body
accommodating his girth but still tight. “You feel like
heaven.”

“Yes.” She stroked the hair at the back of
his neck as he thrust harder, deeper.

“Christ, you’re so tight.” He kissed her
until he couldn’t breathe, then took her in earnest, plunging deep.
Her skin grew moist, accentuating the sensual haze of come, and he
dipped his head to lick her chest.

“Christ.” The push-pull of desire and
jealousy, need and fear plummeted him into another realm. She was
his; he could never keep her. She had to have him; tomorrow it
could be another.

“Oh God, Clay.” She dragged him to the stars
with his name on her lips.
His
name.
His
cock. Her
body contracted around him, and he poured himself into her,
pumping, pounding, taking, needing.

When he came down off the high, he was
crushing her. When he tried to move, she held on.

“No, don’t move yet,” she whispered.

So he stayed, though he slid to the side
slightly to avoid smashing her.

She petted his face. “You were so much
better,” she whispered.

“It doesn’t matter.” In that moment, he’d
wanted those warring emotions. Now he simply wanted the feel of
her. Her skin was damp, her hair a sexy mess, her makeup
nonexistent. They lay like that until he started to feel the air
conditioning and reached for the sheet.

“I better go.” She disentangled.

He’d assumed she would stay the night in his
bed. But there was Ruby. He had no right to ask Jessica to stay.
He’d had no right to what he’d taken tonight. But he wouldn’t
regret it.

He pulled out of her, ignoring the ache.
“I’ll walk you down.” He climbed off the bed, padding to the
bathroom where he disposed of the condom.

He’d
wanted her to sleep in his arms. As if there weren’t so many things
standing between them. He’d lost his head—
n
o, he couldn’t say that—he’d
chosen
. But he
should have waited.

When he returned, she already had her skirt
on and was buttoning her blouse. He grabbed his briefs from the
pile on the floor at the end of the bed. He thought of all the
things he should say as he donned his clothes, then sat on the end
of the bed to tie his shoes.

But he couldn’t say anything while Ruby was
between them.

“You really don’t need to walk me down,” she
said.

“Yes, I do,” he insisted.

“Fine.” She fumbled at the side table,
grabbing only the vibrator and leaving the rest.

He hadn’t used it on her. Christ, he would
have loved that.

“Jessica.”

“I’m really tired.” She didn’t look at
him.

Fuck. Everything had gone to shit. In the
heat of the moment, it was perfect, then bam, it was all downhill
from there.

The card key was in his pocket as he closed
the door behind them. She pushed the elevator button. They were
silent as they waited, and silent as they rode it down.

The lobby was loud and full of business
people. He glanced at his watch, surprised to find that it wasn’t
even nine yet. She hurried. He didn’t let her get away.

Dammit, he couldn’t let her leave this way.
They needed to talk. He needed to tell her about Ruby. He had
to—

A man stepped into their path. The guy from
the bar, the one she’d taken upstairs. “Hey, sweetheart. I told you
I’d be back after I had dinner.” He smiled at Jessica. “And I’m all
ready for you.” Then he winked at Clay. “Unless you’ve got another
customer.”

“You’ve already had her,” Clay growled. He
was no longer in the mood for this. “Once per night is enough.” He
moved to shove the guy out of the way.

“Not yet, I haven’t. I’ve never done this,
and I find the idea intriguing.” He patted his back pocket, then
lowered his voice. “But we haven’t discussed price yet. Since
you’re her pimp, do I negotiate with you?”

Chapter Fifteen

Oh shit
. Jessica stood frozen. Dammit,
she’d forgotten all about Mitch. Not that she’d figured he’d still
be hanging around. His dinner engagement had sounded like an excuse
to get away from her.

Finally, Clay said, “Her pimp.” His gaze
flashed from her to Mitch and back to her once more. “I’ve never
been referred to in quite that way before, but I suppose it
fits.”

“So how much?” Mitch asked, and if Jessica
wasn’t mistaken, there was a glint his eye.

“For an hour? Or the whole night?” Clay asked
dryly.

“Why don’t you give me a quote for both?”
Mitch answered.

Holy hell, could anyone hear them? She
glanced around to find they were just another gathering of business
professionals no one else cared about.

Clay considered it all seriously. “One
thousand for an hour. But I’ll give you a deal on the whole night
at only three thousand.”

Jessica felt her jaw drop.

“That’s a lot of money,” Mitch mused, passing
his gaze over her from head to foot.

“She’s worth it,” Clay answered simply.

When she’d said it was time to go, he hadn’t
asked her to spend the night with him, yet now she was worth three
thousand dollars. She didn’t know whether to be offended or
giddy.

Mitch put up two hands in surrender. “I don’t
have that much cash on me.”

“We take credit cards.” Clay’s expression
remained flat.

This time Mitch actually laughed. “I don’t
have that much credit either.”

Jessica couldn’t stand it anymore. “Oh come
on, you both know this is a joke. I’m sorry, Mitch, but I made up
all that stuff about being a working girl.”

She liked his smile as he said, “I realized
that, but I couldn’t help myself. Just had to join in your fun.
That’s some role-play you two have going.”

“Yes,” Clay agreed dryly. “It seems she’s
very good at making up stories.”

“I’m really going to have to try that one
sometime.”

“Right,” Clay said with a snap on the ending
t
. “Now we must be going.” With an unrelenting grip on her
arm, he propelled her toward the lobby entrance, leaving Mitch
chuckling.

For something that could have been extremely
embarrassing, that wasn’t so bad.

“Where’s your car?” Clay’s tone was too
sharp, since they’d left Mitch behind.

“Over there.” She pointed down an aisle.
“You’re dragging me,” she added, when he didn’t drop her arm.

Clay didn’t seem to care.

“What’s wrong?” Had Mitch somehow pissed him
off?

He stopped by the trunk of her car, letting
her go at last. “You lied,” he accused.

She was surprised by the heat of anger in his
eyes. She could understand him being miffed, but this was far more.
“Because I told him I was a hooker? It was a lark.” All right, she
knew that wasn’t his issue.

“He didn’t fuck you. Nobody did. Why the hell
did you set up the room?”

“Because I thought you’d like it.” She pursed
her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. “But I didn’t want to
screw some man I didn’t know just to get your interest.”

“You
had
my interest. You didn’t need
to lie.”

This was by far the strangest argument she’d
ever had with a man. He was actually angry because she hadn’t
fucked another guy. “You liked what we did. I don’t understand
what’s wrong.” Except that she’d come here to seduce him. He hadn’t
invited her. He hadn’t even expected her. She’d enticed him. He’d
taken the bait. But once it was over, he didn’t ask her to spend
the night. He wanted her only when he thought she’d been with
someone else. The three times he’d touched her, it had always been
with the scent of another man’s come on her.

What’s wrong with this picture, Jessica?

She was a fool.

“What about the come? You tasted like come,”
he snapped, ending each word harshly.

She suddenly saw how bad it looked. She’d
wanted him, set out to seduce him, and used Vince to trick him. “My
friend,” she admitted, feeling sick that she’d been so conniving.
“I went to him before I came here.”

“And he fucked you?” The parking lot lights
gleamed behind him and left his face in shadow.

“No. I sucked him, and he came on me.”

“He didn’t even give you an orgasm?”

“That wasn’t the point. I wanted you to smell
him the way you did in your office.” Because it had made him wild.
“You liked it. What’s the difference now?” Though she understood
the difference.

He was silent, as if the lengths she’d gone
to in attempt to seduce him had left him speechless. So she told
him everything, because what the hell, she was already humiliated.
“I overheard you telling Holt where you were staying, and I wanted
you to see that I could be better for you than Ruby. She doesn’t
deserve you.”

“So you lied,” he said softly. “Just like she
does.”

She couldn’t deny it. She hadn’t played the
game the way she was supposed to, and she’d disappointed him. She’d
blown his expectations. He wanted what he wanted the way he wanted
it. He’d never hidden that, and she didn’t measure up. She wasn’t
sure she ever could.