Taking the Score(18)

The groan he let loose found a corresponding callback in the beat of her racing heart. He claimed her mouth with a terrifying fierceness, and she immediately questioned whether this was such a good idea after all. Inciting Brody into losing control would make for an amazing bout in bed—or on the floor, against the wall, in the shower—but unleashing it might produce her own nasty freak. Because she liked it dirty, and the challenge of getting this buttoned-up man to give it to her was almost too much to resist.

His mouth savaged hers, a velvety roughness she would never have expected. It was a dark, decadent chocolate combined with a dram of whiskey mixed with a rocket fuel boost through her veins. When he tore his mouth away, she moaned at the loss.

“I’m not one for letting my dick run the show,” he grated out.

We shall see. She curled a finger around the towel fold at his hip and pulled. His hard, naked length pulsed against her belly. He was magnificent.

“Stop thinking so hard, Broderick, and let this beast be in charge for once.” She gripped his cock, gratified when it jerked in her hand, clearly desirous of taking the helm. One long, teasing stroke from base to tip found a bead of precome waiting for her at the end of her journey like a lovely gift. “Tell me it doesn’t feel good to be a little bad. Fucking your fist in that shower is no replacement for the real thing.”

“Emma.” With what had to be monumental effort, he removed her hand and cuffed her wrist with his large palm. An inner battle raged on his face, thoughts doing the rounds until finally settling on—dammit—that cool slate. “Neither you nor my dick are in charge here.”

But then he surprised her with his next words.

“I am.”





Chapter Eleven

This woman was driving him crazy. He had no idea who she was or what game she was playing. This could all be part of some long con by Grigson to squeeze more money out of him. She could be in on his plan, but con or not, the truth of this sexually magnetic bond between them was undeniable. His efficient, frumpy assistant had provided him with the worst lap dance ever, and had still managed to be the source of every orgasm since. Beating off three times a day for the last forty-eight hours hadn’t taken the edge off in the slightest.

Only one thing might. Lose himself inside her—but try to keep his wits. Quite the challenge.

She had a dirty, hot mouth on her, and damn she wore it well. This side of Emma made him wild for her and conjured up the beast in him. He’d always tried to be respectful to women, taking his cues from them for how far he could push it during sex, both the filthy talk and the dirty deeds. He’d never come across a woman who was so uninhibited about what she wanted.

He’d never met anyone like Emma.

But she needed to know that there was only one captain here. Not her, not his raging cock, but him. He stood before her naked, sprung, and ready to take charge.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, a slight shake in her voice. Yeah, she should be scared.

“Give me your mouth.”

She gasped. It wasn’t dirty, but it demanded. He demanded, and if she didn’t do what he said soon, he’d—

She launched herself at him and kissed him as if she had been burning for him, and they hadn’t just kissed two minutes ago. Her ferocity matched his own, but he kept something back, some measure of control. He wouldn’t let her play him. The days of letting a woman screw him over were long gone.

He cupped her ass and lifted, satisfied when she wrapped her legs around him. The thin cotton of his boxer briefs separated her skin from his. It wouldn’t last long. And neither would he if he didn’t get an iron grip on the unbearable pleasure already rolling like fire through his veins.

He walked to the bed and laid her down, his own body in the embrace of hers. So much heat making him dizzy with want. Making him crazy to sink into her and feel her taking him deep. Wringing every drop from him.

Parting from her a few inches so he could peel off her T-shirt—his tee, he thought with male satisfaction—he also used the moment to get his bearings. He’d already come with mind-blowing force in the shower, her name a shouted prayer on his lips. It wasn’t that he’d have to fake it, but it couldn’t possibly be as good so soon after. That would be his safety net.

He wouldn’t bite her shoulder

He wouldn’t call her name.

He wouldn’t lose every piece of his ever-loving mind in her.

But God, her tits were fucking perfect. At the club, she’d been covered—barely—and this was the first time he’d seen her breasts. Porcelain pale, teardrop-shaped, and fuller on the bottom.

She panted, her body writhing under his, her pretty rosy buds already peaked. He stroked one with the back of his knuckles. It hardened further under his touch, and though it killed him to delay, he waited, watching how her lips opened on a whimper.

“Look at them,” he said. “Begging to be sucked.”

“Yes. Please.”

He lowered his mouth and licked a sweet nipple. Just once, torture for them both.

“More,” she gasped. “Suck them.”

“You’ll get more when I say so.”

She rolled her hips against him, rubbing her body along his erection. He bit back a groan.

“What’s wrong, Brody? Worried you’ll lose control?” Despite the challenge in her words, they emerged shaky, laced with desperation.

He drew the boxers she’d borrowed from him down and spread her legs like a tantalizing buffet.

“Just as I thought. Pretty, pink, and wet.”

Perfect.

She fisted the coverlet and moaned as he continued to stare, watching as she turned rosier and wetter before his eyes, glistening with her increasing pleasure the longer he held out from touching her.

Her hand moved down and he snagged her wrist. “No, that’s my job. Yours is to tell me what you want. Details, Ms. Strickland.”

The name was on the air before he could bite it back. For a nanosecond, he worried that it would remind her of the tricky taboo they were shattering here, but if he was being honest, it was part of the dynamic. His lust was tied up with who she was to him as well as this new, wild, sexy version.

“I want— I want”—she panted, then bit down on her lip—“I want you to tell me what you’ll do to me and then do it.”

Fuck, how did she see right through him and know this? How the chains of his control would be broken as soon as those words fell from his lips. In recasting her demand, she was trying to make him lose that stick up his ass, and his reason with it.

Yet looking up at him with those big blue eyes, trusting her pleasure to him, she was impossible to deny.

“Do you like having your nipples sucked, Emma? Because that’s what I’m going to do first.” He bent close and took one in his mouth. God, he’d never tasted anything like it. How had he gone so long without this taste, with this woman and her perfect, lickable breasts mere feet away from his office?

She arched into him, holding his head to her breast while he sipped of her sweet flesh. In moving so close, she ground the heat between her legs on his hip.

He raised his head. “Trying to get off ahead of schedule?”

A sexy growl emerged from her kiss-swollen lips. “At this rate, I’ll have to do it myself. I need more. Your hands, your tongue, anything!”

“So demanding. But just remember who’s the boss here,” he murmured, kissing his way down her stomach before spreading her wide with his palms on the soft flesh of her thighs. “Should I kiss you here?”

“God, yes.”

“Or maybe run my fingers over that swollen clit? I bet one touch would be all it takes.”

“You’re a sadist, aren’t you? I fucking knew it.”

He chuckled. “I think my tongue would be better. I think I need to taste all that honey.” He planted a kiss on her inner thigh and worked his way up to that treasure between her legs. With one long lick he savored her.

She bucked against his mouth. “Good God!”

He continued to lick, taking his time to explore every part of her. She wriggled, trying to direct his mouth where she needed it most, but he held her in place and teased everywhere else with his tongue. Exasperated, she screamed at him. “There, Brody. Right. There.”

“Can’t get enough of your taste,” he murmured, before he finally gave in to her raging need and his own and sucked her hot little clit into his mouth. She grabbed his hair, holding him fast while she jerked her body against him, taking her pleasure. Hiking his own. He’d always considered himself a generous lover, but no other woman’s gratification had ever meant this much to him. No other woman had ever given him this—both demand and surrender. The scent of her arousal, how it coated his mouth and lips, would stay with him as long as he lived.

As would the scream of his name as she came wildly against his mouth.

…

Brody Kane was pissing her off.

How could he be so calm as she practically fucked his face? She was spread out before him, all wet and pliant, and he was acting like a robot. A sexy robot, but a robot all the same. Nothing affected him. But she’d heard her name on his lips when he came in that shower. She would make him lose control if it killed her.

Still trembling from the force of the orgasm that had amazingly topped all previous ones with this man, she pushed his head away, reached for his T-shirt, and yanked it on. Scooting out from under him, she slid to the floor and started crawling around on all fours.