Chapter Five
The rush of want stormed through Ryan in a flash of freed hunger. He crushed his mouth to Brie’s, mind reeling with possibilities. Ones he could only execute here.
I want to fuck you.
Denying her wasn’t even a thought.
The Boardroom let him be this guy, the one who could give a woman everything she wanted. And Brie wanted to fuck him.
His pulse beat a frantic pace in his throat that marked exactly how much he liked that thought. Her soft purrs and throaty cries plucked at his base instinct to claim and take.
He ripped his mouth from hers, breaths gusting. This was reckless—and he didn’t care.
Her cheeks were flushed below the mask, lips plump and parted. Her lipstick dulled to show the dark red state he’d left them in. Her hair fell in waves down her back to tease his arm and pool on the table in a silky disarray.
The hard, unforgiving wood of the table bit into his hip where he’d shifted, and ground into his elbow where he braced his weight. His leg was going numb where Brie lay over it, but the discomforts were all part of the play.
The very public play.
He found Aaron by the window, his intent solidified and telegraphed. The lights of the nearby high-rise shone behind him in an unneeded reminder of how exposed they were. The low glow of the lamp within the room would provide more shadows than clear images, but Brie didn’t know that.
Cramer stood a few feet away, a stoic facade hiding the hyped-up man from before. Ryan could sense Jacob at his back. He hadn’t objected to the control shift, and Ryan assumed he wouldn’t now.
In truth, he couldn’t be worried about it. He was within the scene requirements, and that was the only code he had to follow.
He smoothed his fingers through the downy curls on Brie’s mound, anticipation spreading once again. He’d get to watch her come for a second time.
Her hips undulated, a rumbled moan flowing from her parted lips. Her nipples had darkened to deep rose tips that begged him to suck them. Brie Wakeford was so much more than she displayed at the office.
He dropped down, rolling her until she was above him as he scooted up the table.
“What...”
Her forehead wrinkled, her limbs going stiff, but then her legs parted, and she slowly sat up. Her smile grew in a slow spread that held a glimmer of deviousness. Her shoulders rolled back as she rotated her hips in a seductive tease over his straining erection.
“Fuck.” His breathy affirmation came without thought, his grip tightening on her hips. “I can’t believe how sexy you are.” Would he ever get this image out of his head?
Her throaty laugh tumbled over him in the taunt that it was. His nipples tightened, balls drawing up with the desire she stoked.
She tucked her chin in, her hair falling forward to cloak her face before she brushed it back. The slow rock of her pussy over his erection did exactly as she most likely intended. His dick ached to be in her. To feel that heat tempting him through his clothing. To thrust into her until he was lost in the clench of muscles and slick of arousal.
She rose up on her knees when he moved to undo his pants. His own movements were quick and succinct as he freed his erection and rolled a condom on, grateful he had one in his pocket.
He couldn’t remember a time when his skin had ever felt this tight. Every nerve ending was poised in anticipation. The other men were forgotten in that moment. This was only about Brie.
He urged her lower, just enough for him to run the tip of his dick through her hot, wet pussy. His groan tore free on a flash of primal appreciation. His chest contracted, abdomen clenching with the raging need to claim her.
Her short gasp clipped the air. Her head dropped forward, pelvis rocking. The tease was both seductive and maddening. Yet...
“I love seeing you this way.” He winced. Fuck. Would she catch his slip? “Wanton and sensual,” he rushed on. “Owning all of it.”
A low purr rumbled from her throat. She braced her hands on his chest. That seductive smile was back when she rotated her hips to place the head of his cock in her opening.
Heat flared over his cock head and burned down his shaft to inflame his groin. Everything tensed with her slow descent. Inch by inch she lowered herself onto him until she rested on his hips, his dick fully engulfed in her heat.
“Fucking amazing.” He held her hips, eyes closing to savor the pulsing warmth surrounding him.
“You feel so good,” she mumbled.
“That is so fucking hot,” Cramer said. His bold statement snapped Ryan back to the reality of the moment.
This was sex. It was supposed to feel good. Be good.
And he’d make it better than good for Brie.
He gripped her hips and thrust up, unable to wait for her. Her cry urged him on. Drove him harder.
“Do you feel them watching you?” he taunted her. “The windows are wide open too. Can you feel the admiration? The desire? The craving to have you?” He grunted with his next thrust, need boiling. “But I’m the one who gets you. Only me.” He drilled that home with another hard drive.
“Yes.” The soft pant was lush with passion. “Yours.”
She was his—for this scene.
* * *
She was riding him on a table in front of other men. The reality of that barely penetrated her mind. She didn’t do things like that.
Yet she was.
And she loved it.
The truth burned through her chest and broke free on a wicked laugh. She rose up, swiveled her hips, waited. She only sank back down when he finally relaxed. “Mmm.” He was perfect in her. Thick. Firm.
She lifted, lowered. A moan rolled out.
“Beyond hot.” The agreement came from her left and she turned her head to shoot the guy a smile.
This entire experience was crazier than she’d dared to dream, and her imagination had run wild since Lori had dropped the opportunity in her lap. But this...
She let the power fill every good-girl crevasse until there was only this woman. This heady, sexy woman who owned this erotic display.
He was fully clothed beneath her. The soft cloth of his pants tickled her bottom on every descent. Somehow that was even more erotic. The imagined visual pinged every fantasy she’d never admit having.
Yet she could do it here. Live it.
She lost herself then, in the deep thrusts that filled her completely and the hot flush overtaking every limb. He caressed her thighs, ran his palms up to cup her breasts. Kneaded them before pinching her nipples in a delicious sting that raced to the tension collecting in her groin. There were no thoughts other than hitting that spot, finding that rush, creating the build that would send her flying.
He ran his thumb over her clit, shooting off a burst of pleasure. She arched back, hands braced on his thighs. The muscles contracted and bulged beneath her grip in the most delicious way. He was strength and power.
And he was feeding it to her.
The distinctive slick and smack of their movements swam in her ears in a sexual rhythm of lust. Of increasing need.
He took over once again, planting his feet on the table to pound into her in a series of relentless drives that tossed her over the edge into the blind oblivion.
Her muscles tensed, held, then released in an explosion of ultimate ecstasy. Heat washed over her, wave after wave as he pushed her further, thrusting harder until she couldn’t think. Couldn’t respond.
His rough, harsh grunt seemed to rip from his gut. His hold on her hips tightened to almost unbearable with one last grinding drive that lifted her knees from the table and shattered everything within her.
And then she was falling, forward, into his arms. Exhausted, sated, numb.
So very numb.
Quiet.
The hard, persistent drum of his heart rang with her own beneath her ear. Soothing caresses drifted over her back to lull her further.
Beautiful. The entire night had been beautiful.
She was being shifted before she was ready to move, before she could on her own. Her limbs were heavy weights that refused to function when she tried to assist.
“You’re an amazing woman.” He kissed her forehead in the lingering goodbye she’d dreaded earlier. But this was the end.
The night was over. It rang in her conscious and dug at her heart.
How could it be over already?
She was moved again, lifted and then lowered until she was cradled in a lap. Jacob’s. His cologne hit her as totally wrong. Overwhelming when she longed for that subtler scent. Indistinct yet uniquely his now.
Rustling indicated the other men were leaving. A buckle clicked, material slithered together. She started to shake, a chill consuming her in a swift drop of reality. She didn’t understand her reaction, yet she also couldn’t get herself to care.
A blanket was draped over her. Jacob shifted to tuck it in. And still she couldn’t move. Couldn’t get herself to speak. What would she say?
She sensed him before he ran a finger down her jaw. The air hummed with his presence, whispering his power without words. There was no need for them.
She understood everything he said.
Goodbye. Thank you.
She squeezed her eyes closed, another chill raking her as he left the room. That was it.
Her heart cracked open to expose the anguish she’d never dared to acknowledge. Every deviant desire and counter that’d held them in check. The pressure of being exactly as everyone expected her to be. Of being who she never wanted to be.
The ache to finally have the real her be seen and treasured for who she was.
“Thank you, Brie.” The voice was wrong but sincere. Whoever he was, he’d treated her with respect, and she’d cherish that. She managed a small nod when her voice refused to work.
“It was a pleasure, Brie.” The fourth guy.
Four guys. She’d had four men focused on pleasuring her tonight. How? Why? Shouldn’t she be reveling in it right now? Laughing even? Maybe?
“Come on,” Jacob said before he stood, lifting her in his arms as he did. The urge to protest was swallowed by her inability to speak. This was absurd.
She couldn’t be this weak.
They moved out of the room and down the hall. She tracked their progress, aware of the hushed quiet that surrounded them. He stepped into another room, which she assumed was the one she’d left her clothes in.
“How are you doing?” he asked as he settled her into a chair.
She cleared her throat, drew the blanket tighter around her. “Fine. Thanks.”
“There’s water on the table.” He ran his fingers down the line of her arm. “I’m going to let you get dressed.” He stepped away. “You were stunning tonight, Brie. Thank you. And Happy Birthday.”
The door clicked shut before his last words sunk in. Happy Birthday.
She slipped the blindfold off, blinked. The room was lit by the pale glow of the surrounding buildings. Tall ones that matched the office building and displayed their activities in every lighted square of glass.
Did anyone really watch her? Could they see into that boardroom?
Another shiver trembled through every part of her. She was completely incapable of defining if it held dread or excitement.
She tensed at the soft knock on the door. Had it been that long? Was Jacob tired of waiting for her? What time was it?
It cracked open, Lori’s head popped in. “Hey.”
Brie frowned. She couldn’t process the appearance of her friend. Not here. Now. “What are you doing here?”
Lori’s sympathetic smile sent off more warning bells. “Aftercare.” She picked up Brie’s lingerie that now sat on the table. Brought there by whom? “Here.” She held the items out, the lilac material seeming to taunt Brie with what she’d done.
She took them on autopilot. “I don’t understand.”
Lori opened a bottle of water and handed it to her. “Drink.” Brie took a long gulp, then went back for a second. Heaven. Wow. When had she gotten so thirsty?
“I’m here to make sure you’re okay and see that you get home.” Lori sat back on the table. “That’s my job.”
“What about Jacob?”
“You don’t need to worry about him.”
She finished off the water, determined to get her thoughts back together. This was absurd—yet she couldn’t seem to shake the sense of rawness that left her exposed.
She just had to get home. Crawl into bed and leave this night in her past.
As if that was even remotely possible. Not when there was only one clear thought hammering through her head.
I have to do this again.