Lucia Jordan's Four Series Collection: Chosen, Whipped, Lick, Risk (3 page)

The things he could do with her, to her, in his playroom! He firmly blocked out the image of her on his spanking bench, or cuffed, spread eagle on his bed, screaming his name as he pleasured her over and over. Shit. There went his control.

There was only one way to get her out of his mind and out of his system. He needed to fuck her and end this. Once she slept with him, he’d prove to his brother she didn’t love him, and then transfer her to another location.

Gio squashed his niggling guilt at the thought of hurting and betraying his brother. Someone had to protect their family. His father sure as hell hadn’t. He’d left, sucked in by a money-grubbing bitch twenty years younger. Good thing the family business had belonged to his mother.

Smiling grimly, he strode to one side of Karyn’s desk and dropped the report. It hit with a loud smack. “Good job, Miss Jones.”

Startled, Karyn straightened and whipped around to face him. Her heel caught on the carpet and snapped. She cried out, threw her hands up, and papers flew around them like big flakes of snow. Gio rushed forward, reached out, and caught her with one arm around her waist. Off balance, she slammed against him, hard.

He stared down into her startled eyes, mesmerized by the gentle, summer blue. They were wide with shock, and her full, red lips were rounded in surprise. Holding her so close was the worse move he could have made. Or the best, depending on which way he looked at it. He had her in his arms, right where his body wanted her.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging in. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and her hips were flush with his as she clung to him. Her gaze was deliciously soft, her eyes wide. He felt the hard thumping of her heart against him and each gasping breath she released felt like a warm caress against his throat.

Her lips parted. “I’m—I’m sorry—”

He held her gaze and, to his surprise, hers turned soft and dreamy. He drew in a deep breath, breathing in her scent. His body reacted to the faint tang of her arousal. His entire body went still. As a Dom, it was his job to know when a woman was turned on. Could Karyn be attracted to him as well? His dick stiffened at the thought. Only one way to find out. He dipped his head.

Taryn breathed in Gio’s masculine scent. His earthy blend of spiced warmth slid through her like the heat from a fireplace, making her feel warm and cozy. His lips parted, and his gaze lowered to her lips. When he brought his lips closer, all the warm and cozy feelings fled, as desire rolled through her like a car on a rollercoaster climbing that big, frightening mountain of steel.

She crested that peak when his lips brushed hers. That first taste sent her speeding down the tracks. Her stomach fluttered and felt hollow and her heart pounded with excitement. Gio closed his mouth over hers and kissed her fully, his lips claiming hers.

She kissed him back, gripping his shirt with her fingers and arching her head back, needing all he could give her.

“Open for me.” His deep, commanding voice slid seductively through her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his other still around her waist as he banded her to him.

She obeyed immediately. His tongue thrust inside, taking control. Taryn felt as though the ride she’d climbed on had taken a dangerous edge as she was flung into turns, curves and dips. Her legs went weak and, deep in her center, desire slammed bolts of need into her clit.

His breath was hot and sweet, his taste tangy and unique—and addicting. She couldn’t get enough. She moaned and gasped, then sighed when one of his hands slid down her waist, over her hip to her thigh. He lifted her leg, the one with the broken heel. Her skirt rode up, his fingers sliding up and down her thigh.

God—she felt his erection, she wanted him to lift her, to cup her ass with his hands while she wrapped her legs around his waist. She wanted him to fuck her. He continued to kiss her, keeping her off balance and filled with need as he plundered her mouth and drank and explored and tasted. When he retreated, she followed. He sucked her tongue inside and stroked her with his tongue.

She shyly danced her way around his mouth, and then allowed him to regain control of hers. She’d enjoyed a lot of kisses, those preludes to making love, but none were like this. Gio made love to her with his lips, mouth, and tongue. This was not just a bit of preloving. He consumed her completely and, god, she needed so much more.

His hand on her thigh inched up beneath her skirt until his palm slid over her ass, cupping and caressing. She broke the kiss, letting her head fall back as she sucked air into her starved lungs. Feeling his fingers skimming where her thigh met her groin, she lifted her leg higher and let out a long sigh as his fingers slid beneath the elastic of her panties.

He kissed her jaw, moving down her throat, and brushed those fingers against the edge of her sex. She cried out. His touch was fainter than a butterfly’s kiss, but she was so in-tune, so turned on, that the intimate touch sent desire throbbing into her clit. She clenched her muscles as though she could drag him inside.

Her mind fogged with need. Nothing else mattered. She shouldn’t be doing this but the reason why not escaped. All she cared about was finding a release for the raging desire roaring through her.

Gio was lost in her scent, her taste, and the feel of her clinging to his chest and thrusting her hips deeper into his. He took her mouth again, moving his lips gently and tenderly as he swallowed her moans. He loved the way she’d wrapped one leg around his ass, opening herself. He ran his finger along the edge of her panties, teasing them both.

He moved his finger along the curve of her ass and back down until the back of his finger skimmed along the side of her weeping slit, and then up to brush against her soft mat of curls. Her heart pounded against his chest and she made soft little moans as she kissed him. Traveling back down, reaching the apex of her legs, he slid one finger beneath her panties and dipped into her pussy.

He swallowed her loud cry but couldn’t hold back his low groan. She was hot, wet, and more than ready for his cock. Her pussy contracted and gripped his fingers, telling him she wanted him. And, god help him, he was going to take what she offered.

He had to take her, claim her, make her his own. Lifting his head, he scooped her into his arms and strode into his office, kicking the door closed. The receptionist who guarded his suite of rooms would be gone and lobby security wouldn’t allow anyone up on this floor without calling up to him.

He let her slide down his front, pulling her hips hard against his.

Taryn’s arms were around his neck. “Mr. DeMitri—” Her voice was low, thick with need.

He swallowed her protest. “Call me Gio. Considering that I’m about to fuck you blind, we can dispense with the formalities.” God, he was going to do something he’d never done before. He was about to make love to a woman in his office. He refused to think about anything but satisfying both their needs. He needed her. All or nothing.

“We can’t do this, Gio.” Taryn stared into his eyes, dark as a moonless night, and swore she saw stars or sparks of light deep inside. She just melted. She didn’t want to be the voice of reason. She wanted what her body knew this man could give her. There were reasons this couldn’t happen, but she’d be damned if she could think of a single one at that moment. The man turned her brain to mush and her body to a quivering mass of desperate need.

“Can and will,” he said, lowering his mouth to hers. Once again, his arms banded around her. She felt his hands gripping her ass and his fingers bunching in her skirt as he drew the fabric up and slid his leg neatly between hers.

He pressed that thick, hard, muscled thigh up, pressing hard and firmly against her clit.

“Gio!” she cried out. The pressure sent sparks of fire deep into her clit. Heat spread outward as need claimed her totally. His fingers dug into her ass, pulling her higher onto his thigh as he rocked her, setting a hard, fast rhythm

His mouth claimed hers. His hands cupped and gripped her ass possessively while his thigh thrust, pressed, and slid over her wet, throbbing core. She couldn’t think or even feel. The sensations were overwhelming, blurring into desperate need.

Taryn shuddered, shook and thrust her hips forward, pulled back then bucked and circled. She felt as though she was being pulled into a whirlpool, being sucked out of her body and into a world where nothing mattered except this man and what he was doing.

Gio was just as lost, just as out of control. His plan to take her on his desk and just fuck her to get her out of his system had blown up in his face. She responded so sweetly, so completely—he was amazed and intrigued…and utterly caught in his own trap. It wasn’t enough to just do it. He needed to make love to her, to give her pleasure and take his after he’d satisfied her.

The Dom in him took control, shoving aside the brother looking out for his family. Right now, all that Gio cared about was hearing his name on her lips, seeing her eyes glazed with passion. In his arms, she trembled and shook. He released her mouth. Her head fell back as she panted and gasped. “Come for me, sweet. Let yourself go.”

Taryn shook her head. “Can’t. Not right.” She let out a cry. “Too much. Not enough. Need more.” She lifted her leg higher.

“Look at me, sweet.”

Her eyes were a darker blue, filled with need and pain. He eased one hand around, pulled her panties to the side, and slid a finger into her moist seam. “Is this what you need?” He found her clit and stroked gently, feeling her swell and rise.

“Yes,” she cried. “Yes. Harder. Faster. God, help me, Gio. I need—” Her voice ended in a scream as he took her hard and fast.

Taryn couldn’t breathe. She gasped, panted, and begged as Gio hurled her toward her release.

“Now!”

The deep command rumbled through her and this time, there was no choice. She went stiff, convulsed against his finger and flew apart. Spasms wracked her body and still she pressed against his finger over and over as the orgasm went on and on, until with one last shudder, she went limp in his arms.

She fell against his chest, heard the frantic thumping of his heart, and drew in a deep breath. The air was warm and spicy—a mixture of pure lust—his desire and her aroused scent. Her hand slid down the front of his slacks and traced the hard ridge of his cock, pleased that he was just as aroused as she was. Though she’d come—and what a grand orgasm he’d given her—she wanted more. She wanted his cock inside her. He tipped her head up and kissed her.

“What do you want, Karyn?”

Karyn
. The reminder that she was playing a game of deception should have cooled the lust swarming through her, but she wanted this man more than she’d ever wanted any other.

He drew back, holding her gaze with his. “Tell me.”

She shivered at the low intensity of his voice. God, what she really wanted was to hear her name on his lips, but that couldn’t happen. She was playing a dangerous game. Tonight she’d kick herself for giving in to temptation and try to find a way to keep the situation from blowing up in all their faces, but right now, she planned to enjoy every moment with her temporary boss.

“Your cock inside me, Gio.”

He grinned, his heavy-with-desire gaze dropping to her chest. “I can do that but first, I have a little fantasy to take care of.” He swept his hands between them and unbuttoned her white, silk blouse.

She let her breath out—unaware she’d been holding it as she waited for his reply. “Fantasy?” God, she had so many fantasies of this man. Her poor vibrator hadn’t been put to such heavy use in years, yet for the last three weeks, this man invaded her mind, both day and night, and she’d been forced to seek satisfaction any way she could get it. Better to deal with her urges at night than risk letting him see her yearnings during the day.

“Ah yes. When I went into your office and saw you bent over, showing off your long legs, I had this fantasy of you bent over with me behind you. Shall I demonstrate?”

Bent over? Him behind
? She gulped. There went her breathing again as her mind went crazy and her body hummed with need. The image in her head sent an arrow of lust straight down into her pussy. Her panties, damp from his foreplay, grew uncomfortably wet.

Gio circled his hips across her and cupped her breasts through her lacy bra. His finger found her hard nipples. She let out a long, low sigh when he pinched and rolled them. A harder pinch slammed jolts of need deep into her clit. She cried out, grabbing his upper arms to keep her legs from buckling.

“Well, Miss Jones?”

“Whatever you say, Sir,” she moaned. “Your fantasy. You’re the boss.”

Her remark hit Gio like a fist in the gut. God, she sounded so submissive. She didn’t know he was a Dom, but everything about her since that first kiss pointed to her being a sweet sub. He dropped his arms, deepened his voice, and pointed to his desk.

“Turn around and face my desk.”

His gut tightened when she obeyed instantly. Fuck, he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted another woman, sub or not. His balls were tight against his body, his dick throbbing and aching, demanding to be free from the constraints of his trousers.

Gio rewarded her obedience by moving close, bending his head to nuzzle the back of her neck and kiss and lick her. A few nips had her drawing in a sharp breath and crying out but he felt her trembling with need. Sliding her blouse down her arms, he tossed it to the floor then made quick work of her lacy bra.