Revenge Sex (2 page)

Maybe Jessica had always been jealous of her,
but even mussed up and facedown on Clay’s desk, she was still
beautiful, still perfect. At forty, five years older than Jessica,
Ruby was sexier than Jessica had ever felt.

Then Ruby opened her eyes and pushed back on
Bradley. “Don’t come in me yet. I want you to come in my
mouth.”

He grimaced. “Fuck, baby.”

“I want your come in my mouth,” she insisted
with a pretty pout on her lips.

He laughed. “All right. Suck me, baby.”
Pulling out, he tossed the condom in Clay’s trash can, then flopped
back in the big leather chair that Clay filled far better than he
did.

The chair rolled until it hit the wall.

Good Lord.
That
was the first
impressive thing she’d ever seen about Bradley. He was big and
thick, and Ruby went down on her knees, then took him in her
mouth.

Jessica felt something inside. A shifting, a
need. It was suddenly hard to breathe, and more than anything, she
wanted to touch herself. She was inexplicably wet, part of her
horrified. But a bigger piece saw Clay in that chair—and she was
the woman on her knees in front of him. She could almost taste
him.

Ruby moaned and groaned, her mouth sounding
slick and slippery around him. Repelled yet fascinated, Jessica
fisted her hands as she watched.

Then Ruby lifted her head. “I want your come
on my cheeks when I have to go home to him. I want to smell you on
me. To remind me how good this is.”

His hand around his cock, Bradley stroked
himself as Ruby sucked on his crown. He threw his head back against
the chair and his hips thrust up, forcing his cock deeper into her
mouth. Then, as his body began to jerk, Ruby backed off, and his
come shot against her cheek, then it pulsed, dripping down onto his
hand. Ruby leaned close to lick it clean. When that was done, she
rubbed Bradley’s come into her cheek, then sucked her fingers.

Then Ruby turned to the open door and
laughed. “I know you’re out there spying, Jessica.”

Chapter Two

Jessica’s skin went clammy.

Ruby rose gracefully, not even trying to hide
her neatly trimmed sex, then shimmied her short pencil skirt down
over her thighs. Her cheek still glistened with come, yet her
lipstick didn’t bear a single smudge.

“Don’t worry about this, Bradley,” she cooed.
“I’ll take care of it.” She smiled. “Just get rid of the
condom.”

Jessica didn’t wait to find out how Ruby
planned to take care of
it
. She dashed around the cubicles
to her office, flipped on the lights, and grabbed her purse from
her desk drawer.

When she straightened, Ruby blocked her
doorway. “I suppose you’re dying to tell Clay all about this.”

Her throat was dry. It hurt to swallow. Ruby
intimidated her. In her high heels, she towered over Jessica—and
Jessica was five foot five, for God’s sake. But it was more. Ruby
was more of everything: more breast, more curves, more sex appeal.
Jessica hadn’t frosted her blonde hair in months—too busy since
year-end—and next to Ruby, she was dowdy. Even if she wore the sexy
stuff Ruby did, she wouldn’t have looked the same in it. Ruby
Williams could wear her grandmother’s flannel nightgown and make it
look sexy.

Jessica licked her lips, trying to stop the
dry mouth. “I haven’t thought that far ahead.” She’d thought only
about how much she despised Ruby, how sorry she felt for Clay, and
how the hell she was going to get out of this building.

“What are you doing here so late anyway?”
Ruby tossed a glance at the binders and folders spread out on
Jessica’s small conference table. “Trying to impress Clay with what
a hard worker you are?”

“It’s quarter-end. The board meeting is on
Friday. Everything has to be ready.”

Ruby snorted. “You’re such a paragon.”

Versus Ruby, who, as the CEO’s executive
assistant, was privy to all the inner workings of the company,
present at board meetings, invited to board dinners, and hostess of
all Clay’s company parties, but she never worked late, never came
in on Saturdays, never hunched over the monitor until her neck
ached.

Bitch. “I didn’t know fucking you was in
Bradley’s job description.”

Ruby wagged a red-tipped finger at her.
“
Tsk, tsk
, Jessica. You sound jealous.”

“Of Bradley?” Jessica grimaced. “Hardly.”

Ruby smiled. “Of Clay and me.”

This time Jessica couldn’t swallow past the
lump in her throat.

“I see all those
goo-goo
eyes you send
his way when you think no one’s watching.”

Nothing like the truth to steal the words
right out of your mouth. She wanted another woman’s man; in her own
way, Jessica was as guilty as Ruby.

“Cat got your tongue?” Ruby taunted.

She couldn’t say a thing. The cat definitely
had her tongue.

“Here’s the thing. Clay knows all about it.”
Ruby’s eyes sparkled like topaz jewels. She was enjoying this. “And
he loves it. After I’ve been out, he can’t wait to get his hands on
me. Why do you think I wanted Bradley to come on me?”

“No.” Jessica’s mind whirled. It wasn’t true.
Ruby was pulling some snow job on her.

Ruby merely nodded, answering her own
question. “He loves smelling other men on me. It makes him hot.”
Then she lowered her voice to a soft seductive pitch that made
Jessica’s skin crawl. “Then we have the absolute best sex
ever.”

She was going to throw up. Right on Ruby’s
high-heeled pumps.

“You can tell Clay what you saw”—Ruby arched
a perfectly plucked eyebrow—“but you’ll only be embarrassing
yourself. Because I’m his little hotwife.”

“But you aren’t married,” Jessica said, her
voice pathetically feeble.

Ruby rolled her eyes. “Don’t you know
anything? Look it up on the Internet. A hotwife doesn’t have to be
married; it’s just a term that means her man loves having her fuck
other men, after which she comes home to him with the scent of sex
all over her.” She let a smile grow on her pouty lips. “And he goes
totally wild for her. He doesn’t need other women. Just her.” With
that, she waggled her fingers and sashayed out the door.

Moments later, Jessica heard voices, a door
closing, more whispers in the hall, then footsteps on the stairs.
The lobby door opened and closed. Then silence. They were gone.

She thought about Ruby had told her. But men
weren’t built that way. They were possessive, territorial. Clay was
a strong, virile man. He’d never let another guy touch his woman,
and certainly not Bradley Palmer.

But why would Ruby lie? She couldn’t hope to
get away with it if Jessica decided to tell Clay what she’d
seen.

And yet...Vince sometimes liked to hear about
Jessica’s past sexual escapades; it got him going. But Vince wasn’t
her boyfriend. He was her friend with benefits. Okay, he was her
booty call, the man she could simply drop in on when she was really
horny, which was usually after she’d tortured herself with some hot
fantasy about Clay. She’d even told Vince about those fantasies. It
made him wild.

But
Clay
couldn’t possibly...

God, what if he did? What if that’s what Clay
saw in Ruby? She was sexy and could have her pick of any man. Maybe
that’s exactly what he wanted.

Ruby was right, Jessica couldn’t say a word
to him. It would be horrifying to have him admit it was true.

She couldn’t say why she did it, but Jessica
returned to the scene of the crime. They hadn’t even locked Clay’s
door when they left. Turning on the light, she glanced at the desk.
The pencil holder was back in place, the file folders straightened,
everything neat and orderly the way Clay liked it.

Except for the scrap of purple by the filing
cabinet. She picked it up between thumb and forefinger. A thong
panty. For a long moment, she simply stared at the sheer
material.

Then she opened the bottom desk drawer and
tossed it in.

No, she wouldn’t say a word to Clay. She
wouldn’t have to.

* * * * *

Clay Blackwell was already hard when Ruby
walked in the door. “Where’d you meet him?” he demanded.

“I found him in the hotel bar. He was in town
for some convention.”

Ruby loved it with strangers. Pick them up,
go to their hotel room, do them fast and dirty, then do them long
and hard. Businessmen were a relatively safe breed, up for a
quickie while they were out of town, no strings attached.
Ruby liked it best that
way, and Ruby did
everything the way she wanted it done. As she said, she was a big
girl. For his part, he insisted she call him before, during, after,
and on her way home so that he knew she was all right.

Now, he wanted every dirty detail. “Tell me,”
he ordered.

If occasionally she came home smelling of
another man when he
hadn’
t sanctioned a
date, he was okay with that. He even liked the surprise.
Occasionally. It was part of their game. As long as she followed
the other basic rules they had between them. Tonight, though, she’d
told him she was going out, and he’d been thinking about it all
evening, then he’d been on her the moment she sauntered through the
door. She was come-scented, and her sexual musk kicked his pulse
rate into high gear.

“He fucked me on the balcony with the lights
off. But I know the guy in the hotel room across the way could see
us.” Ruby loved being watched. She was gorgeous and watching her
fuck was a sight to behold. Ruby was tall, five-nine even without
the spiked heels. Her breasts were full and lush, her figure curvy
in all the right places. Men loved her breasts, her
long legs, even her
auburn locks that caressed her
shoulders.

He yanked her skirt up. She wasn’t wearing
panties. “You dirty bitch, where’d you leave your thong?”

She laughed. “He wanted a keepsake.”

Clay could imagine the man sniffing them and
jacking off to the memory. “Did he do you from behind?”

Ruby chuckled. “From behind, from the front,
reverse cowgirl, with my legs up in the air, upside down and inside
out.”

She knew how to make him hot. He crushed her
against the front door, buried his face in her soft hair, and
breathed in the aroma of another man on her skin. “Did he lick
you?”

“Oh yeah. I came twice.”

He lifted her high, wrapped her legs around
his waist, and mock-fucked her through his pants. He didn’t know
why he enjoyed the thought of another man taking his woman, but he
did. Always had. It was a crazy need. And Ruby loved fulfilling it
for him. He didn’t love Ruby, but he appreciated that she was
willing to give him his fantasy. If he sometimes felt that things
between them were one step back from completely explosive, well, he
told himself that what he got was better than most men ever
expected. Maybe the problem was him; life had disabled that extra
emotional gene that allowed for total connection.

“Did you suck him?”

“God, yes, Clay. He was so big. And he tasted
so sweet. Like he’d been eating pineapple.”

He yanked his zipper, pulled his cock out,
and pressed himself to her wet pussy. She was hot and ready for
him. He kissed her, tasted the sizzle of come on her lips. And he
didn’t wait a moment longer. He thrust deep, and she moaned,
clutching at his shoulders with long fingernails he could feel
marking him even through his shirt.

She was the best girlfriend someone like him
could hope for, a woman who didn’t expect undying devotion from a
man who was no longer capable of it. He’d been through the long,
slow deterioration of love and marriage and wasn’t about to do it
again, especially not for the sake of his sons. It had been five
years since the divorce, and he wouldn’t consider marriage for at
least three more, when they were both out of high school. All that
made him the best man for Ruby, too. She was free to play the field
as she liked, yet he didn’t require other women; Ruby need never be
jealous. She would have hated it if he even looked at another
woman. He was fine with exactly this, a hard fuck while she told
him every filthy thing she’d done on her date. Later, in their bed,
the sex would be slow and gentle, but first he needed fast and
dirty. This was what their relationship was all about: good, hot
sex.

“Tell me how good it was,” he insisted.

“I couldn’t get enough.” She put her head
back against the door as he took her hard. “And I kept coming,
thinking about how you were going to throw me down on the carpet
and fuck me silly as soon as I got home.” No matter how many times
she came with another man, she was never too tired for more. Ruby
was insatiable. “Fuck me, Clay.”

As he drove deep, her body tightened around
him, clenching, working him. His balls were so tight, they ached.
Then she cried out, and her climax pulled him under. He went
oblivious to everything but the scent of another man all over
her.

* * * * *

Dammit, she’d forgotten her panties. How
stupid could she be? Seeing Jessica Murphy out in the hall had
thrown Ruby for a loop. Not that she hadn’t made a very nice
recovery and shocked all the color out of the woman’s face. There’d
also been those long minutes while she knew Jessica was watching,
when Ruby had been so hot, so crazy, and come so hard. Ruby loved
being watched. It didn’t matter that it was a woman. In fact, it
was even better because Jessica had the hots for Clay. It was like
icing on the cake. Little Miss Muffet—that’s how she thought of
Jessica—with her panties in a wad. The woman had such a stick up
her backside. Ruby actually loved giving Jessica something to get
herself worked up about. It pushed the evening’s activities over
the top, just the kind of kick she’d been looking for since things
with Clay had started to feel a tad stale. Over time, she’d felt
him becoming somewhat detached, too. That wasn’t his fault. Or
hers. They’d been together a long time. And Ruby had to admit she
liked new and different. But tonight’s scenario certainly hadn’t
been stale. Making Little Miss Muffet jealous and angry had been
the cream on top.