Bad Girls Do: a Billionare Romance Novel (The Everly Brothers Series, Erotic Romance Book 3) (6 page)

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, “I wasn’t so sure about this outfit at first, but it’s really growing on me.”

“Really?” Her voice came out a gasp.

“Mm-hm.”

His finger moved down to trace the first button on her jacket. She sucked in a breath when he continued a trail down to her stomach, but then he moved back up, his thumb and forefinger working to deftly slide the button from its hole.

Blood roared in Diane’s ears, blinding her to all but the thumping of her heart and the feel of his fingers along the swell of her breast. Was he seriously going to—?

His fingers moved to the second button, undoing that one as well, and effectively answering her question before she could even finish thinking it.

Oh my goodness…
She couldn’t believe this was happening.

The cut of the jacket was so low that she couldn’t wear a bra beneath it. Which meant that only two silk-clad buttons remained between her bare breasts and his hungry gaze. The part of her that wondered how far he was willing to take this got a response when he undid the remaining two buttons.

Her fingers tingled with the instinctive urge to stop him. She instead clenched them into fists at her sides. She was partially freaking out at the thought of what he was about to do, yet at the same time, she
wanted
him to do it. And more.

If she chickened out now, she might never know what it felt like to abandon herself to desire.

His other hand rose to join the first, fingers sliding beneath the fabric of her jacket. The unrefined lust in his eyes threatened to steal all her breath.

“I’ve always wondered what your tits would look like,” he rumbled.

Before she could even think up a reply, he tugged the fabric back. Slowly, reverently, as if unveiling a priceless piece of art.

Cool air kissed her breasts, tightening her nipples into hard little beads. She moaned at the sensation, her body going haywire at the knowledge of what he’d revealed to his view.

He looked just as affected as her, thank god. A rough groan tumbled from his lips as he stared down at her breasts, looking at them with worship in his eyes before bringing his palms up to cup the heavy globes.

“Wow,” he whispered. “You have a Class A set. Better than I’d ever imagined.”

Heat coiled low in her stomach. Objectively speaking, she was aware she’d been blessed in the rack department. The few men that had seen them had always seemed childishly obsessed. But there was nothing juvenile about the way Sam looked at them now. Or the way her body responded to his gaze.

His hands slid beneath her breasts and he squeezed them up and together. “Wow…”

Fascinated, she watched the play of emotions on his face, until he gruffly ordered, “Look at your tits.”

Startled by his coarse command, she did just that. She was surprised to find that the sight of them turned her on even more. The way he pushed them together made them seem even larger than their normal “D” size, and the shell-pink tips were tightly pebbled.

Sam’s mouth curved into an amused grin. “I’ll bet you normally put guys through the ringer before you let them see these, right?”

His words, so close to the truth, made heat flush all over her body.

Sam’s gaze trailed back up to hers and his brow arched. “I’m right about that, aren’t I, baby?”

Cheeks blazing, she nodded because there was no point in denying it. He would definitely view her idea of courtship as being put through the ringer.

His eyes hooded. “And I’m guessing the same rules apply for anyone who wants to suck on them, huh?”

Her only answer was a gasp when his words elicited the image of him doing just that. Her pussy clenched at the thought of his gorgeous full lips on her. She didn’t have to wait long for that fantasy to come true, though, because in the next breath, his mouth lowered to one of her breasts, and the tip of his tongue slid out to rake a line of wet heat right along the tip.

“Oh my god,” she gasped as her mind exploded with ecstasy. Her body was knocked off-kilter, as if trying to figure out what on earth was going on, and she wrapped her hands around Sam’s shoulders for balance.

He let out a low groan and closed his mouth around the tip of her other breast, sucking with just the right amount of pressure to send a bolt of lust shooting straight to her center. She gave a soft cry, holding on tighter as her knees turned into jelly.

Sensing she was off balance, he expertly flipped them around so her back hit the cold brick wall and then took his time worshipping her breasts, cupping and kneading one while his teeth tugged gently on the opposite nipple. When her long nails dug into his shoulder blades, he moved to the other breast, sucking it into his mouth.

The cool air of the pub met the moisture from his lips and tongue, beading her nipples with almost painful intensity. Unable to help herself, she let out a long moan. “Oh, wow, that’s…that’s good.”

An amused chuckle escaped Sam. “You sound shocked.”

“I…” She bit down on her lower lip and admitted, “I didn’t know that could feel so good.”

A flicker of surprise glinted in his eyes. “Don’t tell me the guys you’ve been with before haven’t spent hours playing with these?”

Her answer must have shone on her face because he scoffed. “No? Well, shame on them.”

His hands slid to her arms and down to her wrists. Then he slowly raised her arms and trapped the backs of her hands flat against the wall above her head. His eyes read dark and dangerous as his head lowered to hers. When the heat of his whiskey-scented breath swept across her face, she realized they hadn’t even kissed yet.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she waited for his lips to touch hers, but instead, they slid along her cheek and across to her ear. The tip of his tongue flicked against her lobe, then he murmured, “Tell you what, sweetheart. To make up for what was clearly those jackasses’ mistake, I’m gonna suck on your luscious tits until you explode in my arms.”

She practically whimpered at those words. That certainly sounded good to her.

He bent forward again and proceeded to make good on his word, licking and sucking her breasts until white dots hovered in her vision and heat strummed along her clit with his every touch.

Oh jeez. Wow…wow.

She couldn’t believe this was happening. Couldn’t believe that she’d even agreed to go back here with Sam, much less allow him to kiss and touch her breasts. In the back of a crowded pub, for god’s sake.

Maybe she really did have what it took to be bad.

He lifted his head to whisper, “Are you getting closer, baby?”

“Yes,” she panted, too far gone to even think about not responding.

“Is that pussy nice and wet for me?”

Her breath turned into a harsh gasp. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. His words were so coarse and unrefined…

And they made her so unbelievably hot.

When she didn’t respond, he pulled back. His face took on a hard expression that made her pulse race with a ribbon of unexpected fear.

“I asked you a question,” he bit out. “Is your pussy wet?”

Shock at his treatment pulsed through her, paralyzing her with momentary fright. That instinctive urge to flee reared its head again. But then she remembered her list.

Play slave to his master.

He was giving her exactly what she wanted.

Oh, yes…

Moisture seeped through her silk thong and she nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he growled, his voice rough. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, my pussy’s wet.” Her cheeks flushed with humiliation. He’d urged her to say something she never would have said normally, but at the same time, despite her embarrassment, she’d never been so turned on.

A grunt of satisfaction escaped him. He released one of her wrists. “Show me.”

Diane stared up at him, barely comprehending his words through the roaring of blood in her ears.

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Unbutton your pants. Show me your pussy.”

A whimper shot from her mouth as she brought her fingers up to her slacks in an effort to obey him. She had to admit, she’d often wondered whether her fantasy of being dominated would hold up in reality. After all, she was a modern woman. But now, with Sam ordering her around, uttering those crude words, she had her answer…

It turned her on beyond belief.

When her fingers fumbled with the silk-covered button, he made an impatient sound in his throat and pushed her hand away, deftly undoing the button himself. The rasping slide of her zipper sounded out over the music filtering in from the front of the pub, and then he yanked the silk fabric down past her hips. Her thong went with it, and the fabric bunched right above her knees, leaving her body all but exposed.

Oh my—

He reared back to look at her, but must have realized at the same moment she did that he wouldn’t be able to see much in the near dark, because a second later, he was sliding back in toward her, his hand between her thighs.

“Sam,” she gasped.

“Spread your legs,” he murmured against her ear.

Holy crap.
Her heart raced as if she were about to have a heart attack. Pressing her upper back deeper into the wall for support, she opened her legs a fraction. Cool air caressed her thighs, making her shiver.

His forefinger slid between her legs, gliding along her slick crease and making her whimper. Then the pad of his finger landed unerringly on her clit, pressing down against the nub.

When she moaned and her body twitched, Sam gave a dark laugh against her ear. “Who would have ever thought it? Good girl Diane standing in the back of a pub, letting a guy she’s not dating finger her pussy.”

His words sparked a maelstrom of lust within her. She cried out and dug her fingernails into his arms. A moment later, his finger moved, sliding deep inside her.

“Oh, god!” She buried her face in Sam’s chest as a fierce orgasm began to sweep through her, tightening her limbs and making her shake uncontrollably.

“Fuck, that’s it.” Sam’s tongue flicked inside her ear as he slid his finger out, then slammed it back in, sending her climax into a fiery crescendo. He worked the digit in and out of her, faster and harder, until she thought she would explode from the intensity of her release.

When she gasped and slid her hand over his to stop his movement, he groaned into her neck, molding his tense body to hers. The heat of his cock pressed into her stomach.

“Shit, Diane. I think I’m gonna come.”

Something about the pained sound of his words sent a tremor of satisfaction through her. “Really?”

He must have heard the surprise and pleasure in her voice because he reared his head to meet her gaze. “You let me lick your gorgeous breasts and finger fuck your cunt. Are you surprised?”

When he put it that dirty,
dirty
way…

She shook her head, and his lips twisted in a meld of pain and amusement.

“Take my cock out,” he ordered.

She gasped and his teeth gritted.

“
Now
, baby. Stroke me off.”

Her chest heaved as she rushed to obey, her shaking fingers undoing his fly and sliding beneath the soft denim. Her brain practically imploded when her palm connected with thick, hard heat. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“That’s it,” he grunted, thrusting up into her palm.

She circled her fingers around his girth, puffing in disbelief when her fingertips didn’t meet. Wow, it was definitely the largest one she’d ever touched. Before tonight, she’d been firmly in the “size doesn’t matter” category. But she was beginning to think he might make her change her mind about that one.

When he groaned and pumped up into her hand, she brought the second hand to join the first. As she stroked his erect cock, she reveled in the feel of silk on steel.

Stunning.

All it took was a few more thrusts for him to hiss and jerk against her. He pressed in close, and a ribbon of hot liquid sprayed along her stomach. Unexpected arousal took her breath away, urging her to move her hands faster. Squeeze him tighter.

She didn’t stop until he groaned and tugged on her wrists.

“Have mercy,” he muttered.

Uttering a throaty laugh, she released him and just leaned there against the wall, soaking in the heat and overwhelming masculinity of the body pressed into her front. It felt good. Better than she could have expected.

It seemed like an eternity before her heartbeat slowed to non-dangerous levels and her breaths evened out.

Finally, Sam pulled away with a little groan. His dark gaze glimmered as he stared down at her in the semi-dark with something akin to astonishment on his face.

“Wow,” he murmured. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

A burst of self-consciousness hit her.

Dear god, she couldn’t believe this had just happened. That she’d allowed it to happen.

No…
caused
it to happen.

The good girl part of her shrunk back in shame, but she could go suck it right now. In a weird sort of way, Diane was proud she’d let herself go for once.

When she glanced down at the milky discharge coating her stomach, Sam made a sound in his throat and reached in his back pocket. He withdrew a white cotton handkerchief and handed it to her.

She took it and arched a brow. “You carry a handkerchief?”

Giving her an exaggerated wink, he zipped his jeans back up. “I strive to be unpredictable.”

He was doing it well, then.

Her cheeks flamed as she wiped away the evidence of his climax, then handed him the scrap of cotton. As she slid her thong and slacks back into place and buttoned her jacket, unwanted feelings began to creep back in.

What was she supposed to do now? Sure, she’d written a bad girl list, and was even determined to follow through with it, but none of that had prepared her for how strange and out of place she’d feel after her first casual assignation. Were they supposed to just leave without speaking? Pretend nothing had happened?

Some of her anxiety must have filtered through to Sam because he tucked his finger beneath her chin and lifted her gaze to his.