New Game in Town (3 page)

His message was clear. He was volunteering for the position. And from the long hard bulge still evident against his pants, he was more than happy to volunteer to help her cross off a few items on her list.

Wicked longing had Gina squeezing her legs together in a failed attempt to relieve the growing pressure. Even with the desk between them, both of them were aware of the sheer sensual energy surrounding them. This conversation had entered dangerous ground from the get-go.

Knowing she was not going to gain any semblance of control over the volatile situation, Gina got up to leave.

“It’s been a long day, Connor, both of us are tired. Why don’t we touch base tomorrow to choose the new spokesperson?” Not giving him a chance to answer, she avoided his hard stare and strode to the door. With a casualness that she didn’t feel, she slipped into her suit jacket and reached for the door handle.

Two hands reached around her and, palms down, kept the door securely closed. His arms keeping her trapped between the closed door and his still-hard body, he continued, “Baby, that little sex wish list of yours is downright intriguing. If I’m reading you right, you want me as much as I want you,” he announced, his voice growing even more rough with desire. “The question is, are you woman enough to take what you want? Can you handle what we would enjoy in bed together?”

His words alone should not be able to weaken her resolve, but they created a yearning so profound that her body instantly creamed with need. Her wet panties chaffed at her pussy, making her want to turn around in his arms and take him up on his offer. It was hard not to feel his arms contract against her sides as he nudged closer against her. With his hard cock pressing along the seam of her ass, there was little doubt that he was as aroused as she was.

She could be that woman who went home with him tonight! He could fulfill some of the erotic items on her wish list. Longing ran through every fiber of her being. She knew if she gave Connor even the slightest encouragement, they would end up in bed together.

And then what, she asked herself.

What is going to happen tomorrow or the day after when he looks at you and remembers the woman you used to be?

How long would she be able to hold his attention then?

Gina remained absolutely still with her back to Connor, not wanting him to see the desire that she knew would be clearly reflected in her eyes. She knew she would inevitably crash and burn if she gave him even the remotest encouragement by giving in to her attraction to this man. A woman like her, regardless of her new look, just could not hold the attention of a man like Connor Waters for long. He was accustomed to the rink bunnies who made it a life sport to attract the attention of the players and Gina knew she couldn’t compete with them to hold on to Connor’s attention for more than a night. And for what Gina wanted, one night would not be enough. No, she couldn’t chance getting involved with Connor and risk losing what precious ground she had gained in carving out a new life for herself.

“It’s not going to happen, Connor. We work together and the last thing either of us needs is to complicate things any further between us,” she announced. She could handle him as long as she kept things professional between them, Gina assured herself.

“Why don’t you go find someone else to harass.” Her last words snapped out more forcefully than she intended. Just mentioning Connor with another woman had her blood heating up in an entirely different way.

“I didn’t take you for a coward,” Connor accused in a sardonic tone. Not giving her a chance to answer, he pulled her back to open her office door and then he walked past her, leaving her standing by herself in the empty office.

If you only knew.

His unrelieved hard-on made it a challenge to walk out of Gina’s office without wincing. He accepted Gina’s rejection, albeit with some surprise. This was one for the record books. Connor knew he wasn’t being conceited when he recognized that most women he hit on usually reciprocated his advances. Truth be told, he usually was the one getting hit on. Looking into the mirror every morning when he shaved, he knew that Mother Nature had blessed him with good looks. Being a successful professional athlete only sealed the deal, ensuring that he did not lack for female companionship.

But lately, he had started turning down the blatant offers of the women who threw themselves at him. Most guys would scoff at him if Connor told them that the no-strings sex was starting to get stale. More times than not, he felt as though there was something missing in his life.

Gina had intrigued him from the moment he recognized her in the boardroom after her remarkable transformation. At first he hadn’t placed her as the same bedraggled woman who had almost crushed his injured foot with her chair leg last season. Then he had made direct eye contact with her. The same vivid green eyes he remembered looking up at him in shock after he had turned her on her backside in a knee-jerk reaction to the pain radiating from his foot.

Connor had been entertained by the cool “Thank you” Gina had thrown over her shoulder when he had pulled out her chair for her at their last meeting. He had been looking forward to working with her since. He had noticed the other men in the room checking Gina out, especially Matt, one of the newest players to join the team. As the captain of the team, it was up to Connor to let Gina know that the rookies didn’t have time to play in her little sex games.

To say he had been fascinated with her sexual wish list was an understatement. He hadn’t been able to shake the visuals that had bombarded him since he had read her email. It was going to be up to him to let her know that the rookie players she had indentified on her list were going to be too busy working toward making the dream of a Stanley Cup win a reality. He would make sure they didn’t have a second to spare for her.

Nope, Gina was going to have to play her little games with him and leave the rookies to their own devices.

Getting into the elevator, Connor caught his reflection in the mirrored walls. The wicked grin slanting his lips would have scared the pants off Gina had she seen it. Connor let out a chuckle at the thought as he contemplated his course of action on how he was going to do just that. Suddenly, he was really looking forward to working with Gina.

Chapter Three

Agreeing to meet Connor in the middle of the afternoon at the nightclub that he co-owned had seemed like a safe bet when Gina had set up her meeting with him. After all, it was during broad daylight and she was essentially going to be dealing with his general manager, Alex, to discuss holding a fundraising event there.

Gina was proud of how quickly they had managed to get started on the new campaign. The only dark cloud hanging over her was her doubt that she could survive her interactions with Connor. She had been holding her breath since their confrontation in her office. Gina still squirmed with embarrassment over emailing him a list of her sexual fantasies and the list of potential lovers to go along with them.

Part of her had been worried that he would reveal the contents of her email to his friends and they would all be having a good laugh at her expense. A bigger part of her was still shocked that Connor had been interested in her. Thankfully, she hadn’t heard even a sniff of any reference to her wish list. And since that horrendous night in her office, Connor had only communicated with her via a few brief work-related emails. He hadn’t brought up her list, but instead, had been short and to the point.

She had been dreading seeing Connor today. Whenever they were in the same room together, Connor’s penetrating gaze made her feel as if he was able to read her mind, that he was acutely aware of her every thought.

Well no kidding! The man did read your deepest sexual fantasy wish list. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what you’re thinking about.

Walking through the unlocked doors to the club, Gina wasn’t surprised by the decadent interior. White sheer drapery hung from the walls and low modern furniture was clustered in groups around the glass floor covering the “pond” that featured as the dance floor in the center of the club. The club was world famous for this water feature that doubled as a dance floor. Chic and elegant. She would expect nothing less for the playground of the rich and famous.

A deep whimper from the back of the room caught Gina’s attention. Although it was broad daylight outside, the windowless club cast the cavernous room in dark shadows. Searching for the source of the sound, Gina gradually entered deeper into the room. Only a few of the lights were turned on, so it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim light. Another heartfelt moan caught her attention, drawing her closer to the sound.

What met her gaze had Gina stopping short.

The man had the striking blonde spread out on the red velvet couch while he, fully clothed, knelt between her long legs. The woman’s stark white blouse was gaping open and hanging out of the gray skirt that was bunched up around her waist, revealing a crimson corset that offered up her breasts into the man’s waiting face. He wasted little time lapping up the bounty before him, his tongue stroking a sensual path atop the woman’s heaving breasts as she moaned, “More, Alex, give me more—mmm, don’t—stop!”

Even from where she was standing, Gina could hear the wet suction of the woman’s vagina drawing at the large fingers the man worked rhythmically in and out of her glistening pussy.

The woman threw her head back in total abandon while the man named Alex worked his skilful fingers inside her, setting a steady pace that kept time with his bobbing head at her nipples as he bent over her.

Gina took a single step back, knowing she needed to turn around and walk out the doors to leave these two to finish what they were so obviously enjoying. But why couldn’t she get her feet to listen to her head?

Instead of turning around, Gina took a few tentative steps deeper into the dimly lit nightclub, helpless to take her eyes off the couple openly enjoying their pleasure. With each step, Gina was aware of her silk-clad thighs rubbing seductively against each other, causing a tight friction to work its way up between her legs to nestle in her core.

She made it to the center of the room, her hands reaching for the back of a couch to steady her trembling body. She still couldn’t make herself look away from the woman’s radiant face, watching her as she ran her fingers through the man’s sun-blond hair, pushing his face even farther into her breasts as he worked his obvious magic with his tongue and fingers.

How long Gina stood there, mesmerized by their pleasure in each other, she couldn’t say. Time gave the impression of standing still. It wasn’t until she sensed the heat radiating from a presence behind her that Gina came out of her motionless trance with a start.

Shame at being caught staring at the couple engaged in such a blatant sex act warred with her peaking desire. She was fully aware that her breathing was erratic and that her face was flushed with longing.

Before Gina could turn around, long, calloused fingers closed around her from behind and covered her hands where she was gripping the back of the couch. The tailored wool blazer did little to conceal the muscular arms that cocooned her body from around her waist. A clean, familiar male scent enveloped her. There was no mistaking the man standing behind her.

Shame at being caught kept her from uttering a word in a lame attempt to defend her actions. Gina soon forgot her embarrassment when his warm breath flirted with the side of her throat, his stubble-roughened chin gently nudging her hair out of the way to allow his lips easy access to the soft skin of her neck. His tongue darted out to take a leisurely path along her sensitive skin while his fingers tightened over hers, holding her firmly in place against his contoured body.

A deep moan of desire escaped Gina, her head turning to the side, eyes closing tightly in an attempt to contain the yearning flooding relentlessly through her.

“Open your eyes,” demanded the hoarse voice in her ear. “Take in their pleasure.”

Powerless to ignore Connor’s curt command, Gina’s gaze fluttered open and settled back on the couple in front of her. The man named Alex had traded places with the woman. Now he was sitting on the couch with the woman’s long legs straddling his hips. Chest-to-chest, his cock sliding in and out of her, both were covered in a light sheen of sweat. His fingers were gripping the woman’s waist, setting a hard pace as he maneuvered the woman up and down on the length of his cock. Both of them were entirely lost in their mutual gratification.

Gina felt Connor’s hands leave her fists and smooth up her arms. He deliberately moved them down her sides to encircle her waist. He nudged her thighs apart with his leg, further sandwiching her between his body and the couch in front of her.

Even through the barrier of their clothes, she was hard-pressed to ignore his arousal pushing against the soft flesh of her backside. The feel of his cock pressing against her had Gina pushing back against him in a failed attempt to relieve the pressure building at the apex of her thighs. His fingers tightened on her hips when she made a move to turn around and face him.

“No, stand still, watch them,” came his firm order, his voice gruff with desire.

Shaking her head in a feeble denial, Gina stood trembling in his arms. “Let me go,” she whimpered, “I can’t do this.”

Connor’s humorless chuckle filled her senses, “You are so hot for this that I know you’re dripping wet.” As if to prove his point, he slipped his hand down her thigh and eased up her skirt. His fingers stole along her quivering leg, his touch hovering at the edge of her lace thong. “Tell me you don’t want this…” his hand slid past the thin barrier and cupped her slick sex.

A lightning rod of desire exploded from her core. Gina felt Connor’s breath hitch at her ear, his voice hoarse with his own desire. “So wet, baby, my fingers could drown in you.” Without any further preamble, she felt his finger probe along her slit. Rocking his arousal along her backside while rubbing his palm over her engorged flesh, he rumbled, “So hot—I can smell your pussy juices.”

His finger entered her in one fast stroke, making her jump back against him. “Jesus, you’re so damn tight around my finger,” he groaned, pulling it out slightly before plunging it back deeper into her, “I can’t wait to get my cock inside here, you’re going to squeeze my dick dry.”

Shaking, her fingers curled into the forearms that held her in place. To protest his high-handedness or to keep them locked around her? She didn’t know which. All that Gina knew was that she was burning up, an arousal so intense consumed her that she thought she was going to go up in flames at the mere sight of the couple on the couch and the feel of her pussy welcoming Connor’s invasion.

The intrepid sexual encounters of her past paled in comparison to the heat that coursed through her now, submerging her in wicked desire. Her hips twisted and squirmed in Connor’s arms. She could feel his thumb work her clit, rubbing the tight nub with a steady pressure bordering on pain. The friction had her squeezing her legs tightly together, her pulsating clit searching for relief from his expert ministrations.

Gina helplessly rubbed her ass against Connor’s hard shaft. The feel of his teeth nipping at her ear, then his hot tongue flitting out to soothe the braised skin had her pussy automatically tightening in response, bringing her closer to climax.

“Oh God! No, no, no, I can’t do this,” she whispered hoarsely in denial, trying to stop the momentum that his masterful touch had already put into motion.

“Yes, you can.” The determined order was said through clenched teeth. “Baby, take the pleasure. That’s it, don’t fight it.”

The orgasm that tore through Gina had her legs giving out from under her. The only thing holding her off the floor was Connor’s strong arms locked around her waist. Shock vibrated through to her core. She had never had an orgasm like the one that engulfed her at the moment. Never had she found even insipid relief with all of her clothes off, never mind on. And she wasn’t even the one who had that hard cock hammering into her!

“That’s it, relax, I’ve got you.” Connor’s arms constricted around her, keeping her securely in place. His lips were now tender, dropping soft caresses along her jawline.

The other woman’s cries of fulfillment mixed with Alex’s guttural groan signaled their tandem release, the couple collapsing against each other, obviously spent.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” questioned Connor, his voice still rough with need. The feel of his arousal still pressing against her was proof that, of the four of them in the club, he was the only one who hadn’t found any relief.

Gina’s throat constricted at his endearment and apparent concern for her welfare, leaving her incapable of responding.

She felt him reach into his pants pocket. He wiped the soft cotton handkerchief at the apex of her legs, cleaning her cum off her smooth skin before he wiped his own hand clean.

Delicately, Connor pulled her skirt down from her waist and smoothed it back into place. Only then did he turn Gina in his arms and lift her chin so that they were face-to-face. Something flashed over his features, then his expression softened with tenderness.

Gina looked at him with a surge of warmth. He had brought her body to fulfillment without a thought to his own pleasure. Even though his body was taut with need, he held her carefully within his arms.

Connor lowered his head and placed exquisitely soft kisses over her lips and along her cheeks to finally land near her earlobe.

Nipping on the delicate flesh, Connor whispered, “Ah baby, it was magic having you come in my arms like that.”

“But you didn’t…” Embarrassment had her words trailing off.

“Yeah, I know.” Connor tightened his arms around her while he rubbed his still stiff cock against her belly. He continued on a deep groan, “Trust me, I know. But this was for you, baby. I can wait, but just barely. Later we’ll…”

Alex inadvertently chose that moment to interrupt. “Connor, we could use a few minutes here. Why don’t I meet you and your friend upstairs in the office in, say, ten minutes?”

The moment was gone.

“Take your time, buddy, we’ll be upstairs.” With a firm hand on her elbow, Connor guided Gina toward a door that led to the club’s office on the next floor.

“They knew we were watching?” Shock straining Gina’s voice, her barely whispered question had Connor chuckling.

“Of course they knew.” He led her up a flight of stairs and paused just outside of the office door. A suggestive grin playing across his mouth, he traced a light finger across her bottom lip. “I bet you didn’t wake up this morning thinking you were going to check off number one on your little ‘To Do List’, did you?”

Oh God, that damn list! It was too good to be true to think he was going to let it go.

Her next thought had fear choking her.

Could he just be playing with me?

After all, a man like Connor was an expert at sexual diversions. He had probably written the official playbook on the subject.

Getting involved with Connor was like playing with dynamite. Gina had a feeling that she was setting her life up for an explosion if she didn’t stay away from him. An explosion she would not recover from.