“What do you think about me?” he asked, his breath hot on my face, the mixture of sweet tobacco and alcohol alluring.
“You’re dangerous.”
“You are right.” He growled out each word and then wrapped an arm around my body. “I’m so dangerous. You really should leave.”
I nodded but stayed where I was. He was touching me, and I didn’t want it to end. “I really should.”
“No one is stopping you.” His mouth was so close to mine, so close. No one was stopping me, but I didn’t turn, I didn’t leave his embrace. I stood there, just looking up at him. He knew exactly what effect he was having on me, and he loved every single second of it.
“I-” Whatever protest I was going to make died away when his mouth came down onto mine. His hungry lips were pressing against mine, forcing them open so that he could explore me with his tongue. I was caught up in his kiss, not protesting, not pressing against him.
Finally, he pulled back.
“Leave. If you didn’t feel a single thing with that kiss, leave now. I won’t fault you, I won’t blame you. Or stay. I want you to.” Greyson said as he looked me over, smiling.
I was shaking, my legs barely able to hold me up off the ground.
“I want to.” Did that even come out of my mouth? I blinked and looked at him.
His grin was wolfish.
Greyson
All I needed was that kiss. That one kiss and she came crumbling down just like I knew she would. I was going to take her. Here. On the fucking poker table. Not the damn bed. Maybe, just maybe, that would be dirty enough that I could get her out of my mind.
None of them stayed in there after I fucked them. Occupying my thoughts, making me forget about everything else. I almost lost a lot of money tonight because of her damn smile, those deep, intense eyes. I wanted to fuck her right where I’d envisioned all night. On that soft green felt.
“Greyson-” she murmured, but I shushed her. I didn’t want her to come out of the fog of the kiss. I didn’t want her to become rational and look at me with those eyes of hers and tell me no. I’d respect it if she did. I’d never push. But it was the last fucking thing I wanted.
“Take off your clothes for me, Jo. Slowly.” My cock twitched, and I fought back a growl. I wanted to tear her clothing off right now and just bury myself into her. But that wouldn’t be enough. I’d be hungry wanting more of her, and she wouldn’t get any pleasure in that. Instant gratification but no fun in the end.
She backed away from me and kicked off her heels, her barefooted height barely coming up to my shoulders. Then she slowly pulled off her dress. I’d instructed her to wear nothing else, but she had on a cute little red thong and a sheer bra. I grinned.
She didn’t seem like she took orders too well.
“What did I tell you to wear?” I asked as I reached for her and threaded my thumb along her the edge of her bra.
“Just the dress,” she answered, a hint of mischievousness in her own eyes. Then shock. She was a swirl of complication.
“Did you listen?” I asked.
“I never do,” she grinned, her eyes heavily lidded. She was enjoying this just as much as I was.
No, I had to go nice and slow if I was going to satisfy this craving. I pulled her into me and kissed her again, this time slowly. I held back at every push I got from my instincts. She smelled perfect. Soft and sweet with just a hint of floral and it was driving me crazy.
Each little gasp left her wanting more as I kissed lower, dipping down her chin to her neck. That soft, delicate, sweet flesh so tempting as I kissed it and licked it. I could feel myself raging against the fabric of my boxer-briefs, and the zipper of my suit pants. Fuck.
She was driving me crazy. I groaned into her collarbone as I slipped my hands into her bra and unhooked it, pulling it off. Her breasts tumbled out, and I cupped them both, running my thumbs over her hard nipples.
Jo cried out, just a small gasp, but it was enough to let me know just how much I was affecting her.
“You like this, don’t you?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Good.” I trailed lower to her panties, brushing against the fabric as I found her wet center. Those panties were completely soaked through.
“How long have you been wet?” I asked.
“Almost the entire time.”
“So you had to stand there, uncomfortable, in wet panties all night?” I asked as I slid them to the side. She shivered as I ran my fingers up and down her slit. After a moment I said, “I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” she hissed as I slipped a finger into her. She was so tight I could feel her constrict around me. Fuck.
“I’m going to take you right here, Joanna. I am going to finger fuck you until you cum. Then I am going to fuck you so hard you beg for more. Do you understand?” I asked. She looked at me, her eyes wide, and then she nodded. “Good girl.”
I pushed all of the chips and all of the cash off the table, and then I picked her up and slid her onto it. She closed her legs, but I forced them open, appreciating the sight before me. It didn’t take much to get her underwear entirely off and dip my fingers back into her.
“I want you so badly, Jo. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you, but I bet you knew that. And I always get what I want.” She looked up at me with those big eyes of hers as I thrust my hand against her harder and harder. It didn’t take too much before she was shaking and clinging to the table, her body betraying her level of excitement.
“Fuck,” she ground out, “Greyson, please.” It was a half plea and a half demand, and somehow it turned me on even more. She wasn’t afraid to challenge me. To tell me what she wanted. She wasn’t afraid to take.
And I liked that.
“What do you want, Jo?” I asked, grinning like the wolf I was.
She shook her head and just moaned.
“What do you want?” I asked again.
“I want to cum,” she said, finally, her voice so strong, so frustrated that it sent another shock of need down to my cock. “I want you to make me cum.”
“All you had to do was ask, Jo.” I bent down, and I kissed her while I thrust my fingers in and out of her even harder. Faster. She shook then, her body quaking against me while she came, her mouth groaning into mine.
I could tell from the way her pussy tensed up that she was coming. It only made me want her even more.
I pulled off my shirt and looked at her as she lay on the table, her eyes cast up at me. Fuck. She still wanted more. That was exactly what I was hoping for. I shucked off all my clothing, a wanton lust building inside of me, one I hadn’t planned for. This wasn’t cold or calculating life, my normal habits. No, this was so much hotter.
I spread her legs and thrust myself into her, my cock was so hot that I swore only she could help. But it only hurt worse when I entered her. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting myself inside of her, over and over again. I wanted to feel her wanted to feel more of her.
“Fuck,” I growled out as I gripped her hard and inserted myself into her over and over again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs around my torso and I drove myself into her. She was so freaking beautiful. Every time she let out a moan I lost a little more of myself in her.
“You are so gorgeous,” I said as I kissed her. I could feel her shaking again. It wouldn’t be long now. For either of us.
I watched her cum a second time, felt her pussy clench around my cock and it was enough to drive me over the edge. I came inside of her, oblivious to the rest of the world as I embraced the pleasure she was making me feel.
Fuck.
After a minute, I stopped pulsating enough to slide out of her, and I sat down at a chair while she sat up and looked at me.
Fuck, she was still so gorgeous. I wanted to take her into the hotel bed and sleep with her, cuddle up to her and smell her hair.
What the fuck? No. I almost felt sick. What in the hell was I thinking? I shook my head. This had to be a one time only deal. It had to be.
But it couldn’t. I wanted her again. Now. Already. Fuck.
“Do you have something I could wear home?” she asked, as she looked at me, shame in her face.
Damn, I was the only one that wanted that. I swallowed. Hard.
“I don’t, but I’ll take off. You sleep here tonight, and I’ll have something in your size sent up to the room tomorrow.” I said it with about as much stoicism as I could muster and started searching for my clothing.
I needed something, a cold shower, an ice bath, a dunk in the bay, something to calm all of the things that were raging inside of me.
“See you at work,” I said as I left, my shirt barely on, my pants not yet buttoned. I couldn’t be around her another minute. I’d lose my cool, lose it all.
I had to get that ice-cold shower. Now.
Chapter Three
Joanna
The last thing I expected to see when I opened that door was Greyson Fitzgerald. But he was standing there, brooding right outside of my apartment. Why do I say brooding? Because his mouth downturns, his arms crossed, and he was leaning against the hallway wall. He was definitely brooding.
“Can I help you?” I asked, my eyes hard.
I didn’t want him to see that I was almost breathless. I didn’t want him to know that what he did in that hotel two nights ago was amazing.
That he got my dress size exactly right, again, when he sent over a much more sensible number in the morning.