Indulgent Pleasures (29 page)

She
was
a bad girl. And Caleb made her feel like even more of a bad girl.

And Zoe fucking loved it.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

“Finally,” Justin said as he opened the door of his hotel room to find Stephanie standing in front of him.

Grabbing her hand he drew her inside, kicking the door so it shut with a loud slam. She barely got a breathless greeting out before his mouth descended upon hers, giving her a searing kiss that made him burn for more.

“Is that a bat in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” She cupped his thick erection and he thrust against her hand.

“I’m extremely happy to see you.” He kissed her again, his tongue searching her sweet mouth, licking against her tongue. She moaned into his mouth and he reluctantly broke the kiss.

“What’s this?” She smoothed her hand along his cheek, over his jaw.

He shrugged, a little sheepish. “I got bored. Thought I’d grow a goatee. I think I’m just trying to fuck with the execs at the network. They don’t really like it so I did an informal fan poll a couple of nights ago and everyone voted to keep it.”

“And traffic was horrible, that’s why it took me so long to get from the airport to the hotel.” She smiled, shrugging out of the coat and laying it across the back of a chair. “Thank you for sending the limo.”

“You’re welcome. And I wish I could’ve come and picked you up but I was tied up in a meeting all afternoon.” The job was turning out to be more than he thought. Barely into it and he was already regretting his decision to take it on.

Thank God, he’d agreed to it on only a temporary basis. He wasn’t quite sure if he was cut out for this type of thing. Especially since he missed Stephanie so much.

She looked amazing, even in her simple outfit of jeans and a red shirt printed with tiny white polka dots. All he wanted to do was strip the jeans from her body and expose her to him, unbutton that pretty red shirt and feast his eyes on her abundant, supple flesh.

It wouldn’t be very classy, attacking her within minutes of her walking into his hotel room. He needed to show some sort of finesse.

That’s what she would want. Right?

“It’s all right, I know you’re busy. You are, after all, working.” She smiled and suddenly she appeared almost shy. “I’m just glad I’m here.”

He went to her, his strides fast, his hands upon her before he even stopped moving. “I’m glad you’re here too, baby. I’ve been dying without you.”

“You have not,” she admonished but he silenced her with his mouth.

Justin kissed her again, taking it slow, absorbing her taste. His lips lingered, his tongue doing a lush sweep inside her mouth and he tightened his grip on her waist.

“Mmm yeah, babe?” A rumble of pleasure sounded deep in his chest when she said his name, the way her hands clutched at him desperately. He knew she wanted him as bad as he wanted her.

“Shouldn’t we...”

“Shouldn’t we what?” He licked her neck, then nibbled. She shivered beneath his lips and his cock strained against the fly of his jeans.

He wanted her and he wanted her now.

“I don’t know.” She held her arms out and then let them fall helplessly at her side. “Shouldn’t we go out and eat or something? Check out Times Square?”

“Full of tourists and besides.” He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “Everything’s busy.”

She turned and looked at the clock too. “It’s only four o’clock.”

“Right. And everything’s busy.” She nudged at him and he stood up straight, staring down at her with amusement. She didn’t look so amused. No, she looked a little put out.

“Nothing is busy. You’re just saying that so you can get in my pants. I just don’t feel...right the way we always have to jump each other’s bones the second we see each other.”

“Why doesn’t it feel right? I’ve been thinking of this moment since I talked to you on the phone a couple of nights ago. I’ve imagined what I was going to do to your body over and over again ever since.”

Said body melted in his arms, he felt it. He knew just how to arouse her, knew just what to say to make her his. “What do you want to do to me?” she asked, her voice soft, her eyes beseeching.

“Why don’t you let me continue and then you’ll find out?” Shooting her a wicked grin he kissed her once more, his mouth hungry, his tongue insistent. He pressed into her, his cock hard and urgent against her belly and she moaned, pushing against him even more.

Her sweet curves settled into him and he slipped a hand between them, cupping her breast, thrumming his thumb against her protruding nipple.

Standing on tiptoe, she slipped her arms around his neck, her hands burrowing through the hair at the nape of his neck and her mouth close to his ear. “I’m wearing matching panties.”

* * *

Justin watched Stephanie with a wicked gleam in his eyes, his sensual mouth damp and pursed. Damp from their kisses, the flesh of his lower lip was red, tempting.

Too tempting for her to resist. She kissed him again, nice and slow, her tongue tangling with his, her hands threading through his thick, dark hair. It had grown out since she first started seeing him and it waved haphazardly around his head, mussed from her hands.

God, he was sexy. Gorgeous and sweet and smart and he was all hers to do with as she pleased. He was the one doing something to her, though. He played with the hem of her shirt, then moved to the placket of buttons down the front. His big fingers undid each button slowly, blunt fingertips brushing against bare skin as it was exposed. She shivered, her entire body shaking from his teasingly brief touch.

“You smell good.” He bent and pressed his lips to the base of her neck, taking a taste and she tilted her head, her eyes sliding closed.

“And you taste good,” he breathed against her skin, his tongue licking, his hands moving to her shoulders to shove the shirt down her arms and off.

She stood there motionless, letting him take over, loving how he did so. The shirt fell from her body, leaving her in just her jeans and bra and she heard his harsh intake of breath, saw the intense glow in his golden eyes.

“Is that new?” He gestured toward her bra.

With a nod, she glanced down and noticed her dark pink nipples straining and poking through the fragile lace cups. He could see everything, something she’d planned from the second she’d spotted the bra and panty set a couple of days ago. “I bought it just for you.”

“I love the way you’re always thinking of me.” A wolfish grin crossed his face and he cupped her breasts in his large, capable hands, kneading her tender flesh.

Her eyes slid closed and she let herself become awash in sensation. He played with her nipples with his thumbs, the lace rasping over her skin and she gasped. Her heart raced, the blood flowing in her veins thick and sluggish and her panties dampened with her cream.

His right hand dropped away from her and went to the snap of her jeans, undoing it with quick finesse. The sound of the zipper ripped through the quiet afternoon stillness and then he was shoving at the waistband, pushing the denim down her body.

“Kick them off babe,” he encouraged, his head dipped, eyes focused entirely on her. On the skin he exposed, on the body she couldn’t wait for him to touch and explore.

She did, shoving them off to the side and she stood before him in just her bra and panties. The orange autumnal light from the descending sun shone through the window, casting them both in an ethereal glow and it almost didn’t feel real. Standing in this hotel room in the middle of New York City with the man she wanted more than anything in the world.

“Christ, you are so gorgeous.” He drew her to him carefully. His hands were gentle as they splayed across her back and she rested her hands on his chest. His racing heart beat an insistent, pounding rhythm beneath her palms.

Without a word, she tugged at his polo shirt, wanting it off so she could touch him. He released his hold on her and tore it off, then shucked his jeans so he too stood in front of her in just his underwear.

Navy blue boxers hugged his strong thighs and cupped his incredible erection. His skin shone with a faint sheen of perspiration and she longed to taste him. Lick a path from his neck, down his entire body.

She dropped to her knees and pressed a kiss to his navel and his skin quivered beneath her lips. With a smile, she licked him, his rock hard stomach, then atop the waistband of his briefs. His skin tasted salty, musky, just like Justin and she savored it, letting his essence settle upon her tongue.

Her name dropped from his lips like a protest but she ignored him, intent on her journey. His cock jutted against her chest, eager to escape its confines and she bent lower, raining kisses along his muscular thighs.

Stephanie wanted it as bad as he did but enjoyed the tease, the prolonging of the moment. She craved his cock. She couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around him and take him deep but she wanted him beyond ready for it.

Begging for it.

As if reading her thoughts he called her name again, a little harsher this time, his voice like an animal growl. She glanced up with an innocent expression, batting her eyes as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

“Fuck, Stephanie, you’re making me crazy.”

She smiled, feeling a little bad and a lot naughty. “Just relax.”

But he couldn’t relax. He was too keyed up, too anxious for her touch. And she didn’t disappoint, didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer. She tugged at the waistband of his boxer briefs, drew them down his thighs so his cock bobbed free, thick and hard. He helped her discard of his underwear as he kicked them over where her jeans lay and then he was gloriously naked. All hers to do with as she pleased.

And she pleased to please him.

“Mmm.” The little murmur of satisfaction rumbled throughout her body and she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, marveling yet again at his thickness. He was so big, so beautiful and she never thought a cock beautiful before.

But his was. It was like a work of art and she couldn’t wait to take a taste, savor his essence, lick his hard, velvety flesh.

She dabbed at the pearly drop of liquid in the slit of his cock with the tip of her tongue, lapping it up so the salty essence dissolved slowly on her tongue. He groaned, sounding as if he were about to lose all control and she licked again, digging her tongue into the tiny slit.

“Fuck babe that feels good,” he muttered from between clenched teeth.

Adjusting her knees, she circled her tongue around the bulbous head, slow and sure, tracing every delectable inch. He shuddered and she swore his cock grew even more in her hand. When she licked again, his head fell back, the corded muscles in his neck standing out in stark relief.

She’d wanted to drive him crazy and she was doing a good job of driving the both of them mad. Wanting nothing more than to go at it on his cock she took her time, her hand stroking the base of him, her tongue playing the tip of him. His velvety hot skin stretched over hard flesh was a delightful contrast, one she knew she would never tire of.

Oh God, she wanted to make this good for him, wanted to give to him, show him how much he meant to her. She’d almost blown it completely. She’d been so stupid the last time they’d spoke in person and she didn’t want him to remember that. More than anything, she wanted to wipe that painful image from his memory for him to never revisit again.

Murmuring hot, sexy words against his cock, she drew him into her mouth, sucking lightly, her tongue laving him. His fingers threaded through her hair, pushing it back so he could watch and her pussy clenched at his touch.