Bad Girls Do: a Billionare Romance Novel (The Everly Brothers Series, Erotic Romance Book 3) (11 page)

“Oh, fuck me.” Sam let out a loud groan and took several labored steps toward her. He stopped less than two feet away, his jaw clenched tight as he stared down at her body. His hand reached out toward her stomach, but then he doubled up his fist and dropped it to his side.

The way he looked at her, like he wanted to devour her, melted her fears. She couldn’t help but be fully aware of how wanton she looked right now, her legs splayed on his desk. The expression he wore made her feel like a goddess.

His throat worked convulsively and then his eyes briefly lifted to hers. “Do you have any idea what I see right now, Diane?”

“I…” She swallowed and whispered, “No.”

“My every fucking dream come to life, that’s what.” His eyes slowly worked their way down her body. “Blonde hair hanging wild, circling those tits that any man would kill to touch.”

His words set her afire. Fighting the urge to wriggle, she whispered, “What else?”

Rumbling out a laugh, he said, “Smooth, flat stomach, silken skin, and then”—his eyes landed between her splayed legs once more and he bit his lip—“and then, fucking nirvana.”

She moaned, helpless to resist the heat of his tone.

“Your pussy bare and glistening,” he continued, his voice a harsh whisper now, “begging for a cock to be slid inside.”

When his hand reached out, his finger sliding along her desire-slickened labia, she let out a shocked cry. God, his words…they were killing her. Turning her on beyond belief.

“Please,” she murmured.

“Is that what you want, Diane? You want me to slide my cock into that sweet pussy of yours?”

No one had ever spoken to her like that before. She highly doubted any of her past lovers had ever even felt this intensely toward her before. It was driving her insane.

“Yes. Yes, please.”

“Is that really what you want?” His fingers slid along her crease again, dipping briefly inside. “Or do you want me to ram it in there hard, over and over? Show you what you’ve been missing?”

She whimpered, shifting her hips up toward him. “Yes,
that
.”

“Good, ‘cause that’s exactly what’s coming,” he rumbled. “No getting off easy tonight.”

Oh god, she hoped not. She wanted every bit of what he’d promised her.

Suddenly, he was easing back, sliding a hand into his pocket. But when he withdrew, it wasn’t a condom he held in his hand.

It was his cell phone.

When he lifted his phone and began scrolling through it, alarm began to penetrate through Diane’s haze of lust. She started to sit up. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t move.” The rough command in his voice made her freeze. His pupils were large and dark in his eyes, overtaking the blue almost entirely. “I want to take a picture of you just like that.”

She gasped, automatically shaking her head. “N-no. No pictures.”

As much as she wanted him right now, she wasn’t too far gone to recognize the sheer stupidity of allowing digital evidence of how bad she’d gone.

“Come on, baby,” he urged in a smooth voice, reaching out to stroke a lazy circle around the tip of her breast. “Not your face. Just your body, so you can see what I see.”

“I…” She hesitated, growing weaker. Knowing that he didn’t plan on capturing her face made her feel marginally better, but it was still far from the realm of what she’d normally allow.

“I’ll let you erase them right after.” He leaned down, the lapel of his suit jacket scraping her sensitive inner thigh as he murmured into her ear, “Don’t you want to see how naughty you look right now?”

His words melted away the last of her protest. She was beginning to think he knew just how to push her buttons.

“Okay.”

Giving a satisfied grunt, he eased away once more and lifted the phone. She lay there, frozen, until he said, “Relax, baby. It’s just you and me.”

After taking a few breaths, she allowed her limbs to loosen. When the camera phone snapped, she tried not to think about what he was capturing. It was impossible, though.

“Here,” he said, holding the phone out to her.

She sat up to take a look at the screen, and her breath caught at what she saw. True to his promise, he hadn’t captured her face. Instead, he’d started at the collarbone. Her breasts looked full and overly large to her eyes, her nipples beaded into taut pink buds.

Her eyes slid down past her flat stomach to her legs, spread every bit as blatantly as she’d imagined. The sight of her bare and glistening with her juices surprised her. She’d never spent much time on that area, certainly never seen a picture of it before. She had to admit, the sight was beyond arousing.

As if he sensed her excitement, he leaned forward to suck one of her nipples into his mouth, working it hard before nipping his way to the other one. Then he rose once more. “Should I take a few more?”

Oh, he knew just how to work her, didn’t he?

“Yes,” she panted. If he kept making her feel this way, she had a feeling she would allow him to do absolutely anything he wanted.

A rumble tore from his throat as he stood back and snapped the camera a few more times. Knowing what he saw gave her the confidence to relax, to spread her legs just a little bit wider.

“Fuck,” he groaned, continuing to snap away. The harsh sound of his breathing was the only sound, until he murmured, “Touch yourself. I want to see your hand there.”

This time she didn’t hesitate. She was too turned on.

Supporting herself on one hand, she slid the other between her legs, gliding against the moisture that coated her labia and thighs.

“Now inside,” he said, his voice a grating whisper. “Where I’m going to be very soon.”

Whimpering, she obeyed. The feel of her body clenching around her finger made her gasp.

Sam gave a strangled groan and rose. “Enough. I can’t take anymore.”

She couldn’t blame him. In fact, she wholeheartedly agreed.

His face hard with passion, he finally closed the distance between them, carelessly dropping his phone onto the desk beside her. His hands closed around her thighs, caressing the sensitive flesh there, and then his finger replaced hers, sliding inside her body. Making her moan and writhe beneath his touch.

She couldn’t help but watch his face as she rested both hands back on the desk. He looked like a man on the edge of losing control. And she very much liked it. In fact, between his expression, the feel of his finger inside her, and the knowledge of what they’d just done, she was on the verge of coming.

“No more foreplay. I need you inside me now,” she whispered, too turned on to be embarrassed by her admission.

“Thank the fucking gods,” he murmured.

Through her haze of longing and passion, she noted him slipping his suit jacket off, then frantically undoing his belt and fly. She caught a glimpse of his erect cock before he slid the condom on. Then one hand was at her thigh again, shaking with the force of his passion as he used his other hand to fit his erection to her.

“Sam,” she pleaded, wriggling her hips. She was so worked up she thought she might explode.

“I know, baby,” he whispered. And then he was there, thrusting deep into her with reckless abandon.

Her back bowed from the force of his entry. He was thick and hard and oh so big, filling her deeper than she’d ever been filled before. Her body went into immediate overload, a climax ripping through her with such brute force that she screamed out loud, convulsing wildly around him. Her trembling hands refused to support her and she went crashing back onto the desk. 

“Oh,
fuck
,” he roared, his upper body covering hers as he slid almost all the way out of her, then rammed back in. Again and again, fucking her every bit as hard as he’d warned her he would. And she loved it even more than she could have imagined.

On and on her orgasm went, sending tingling pulses of arousal through her body and making her ears rush with the sound of her racing blood.

Finally, he groaned and, with one last brutal thrust, slid in as deep as he could go. He buried his face in her neck, his body shaking with the intensity of his release.

Her heart raced as she closed her arms around him, holding him tight while she fought to calm her breath. To think straight again.

But that was an impossible feat. Sex with Sam had clearly broken her brain.

Spent and limp, she trailed lazy circles down the back of his dress shirt. The silence was thick around them, but she was too mind-blown to break it, or even care.

Never in a million years had she imagined sex could be so primitive, so all-consuming. She could only hope that Sam had enjoyed it as much as she had because after just one encounter with him, something had become very clear.

Bad girls
did
have more fun. And she was determined to become even more of one.

Hell, if life-altering orgasms were the end result, she would never be good again.

***

God knew how much time had passed before sanity returned and Sam realized he was laying all of his weight atop Diane. She hadn’t said a word in complaint, just slid her finger down his back in caressing motions, but it had to be damn uncomfortable to be pressed between him and the cold, hard wood.

“Sorry,” he grunted, sliding out of her enveloping heat and off her body.

She said nothing, simply gave him a sated grin and slid her hands along her stomach, looking every bit like the sex goddess she’d proven herself to be.

This was normally the part where he came up with something witty to say, but as he stared down at Diane, words deserted him. What did you say to a woman who’d just rocked your world in ways you hadn’t known possible?
Thanks, and I can’t wait to do it again?

While that was certainly true, it didn’t seem like the right thing to say.

Hell, maybe there was no right thing. All he knew, was that a woman he’d once thought boring and cold had taken him so deep inside her body that he’d seen stars. Shit, she’d taken him so high he’d seen the fucking center of the universe.

Just looking at her made lust stir within him once more. Thankfully, enough blood had flowed back north for him to realize it probably wasn’t the best of ideas. Hopefully, no one had heard the sounds they’d made, though lord knew they hadn’t been quiet at the end.

This wasn’t the time and place. It never had been. He’d just been too turned on to resist.

Finally realizing he was just standing there staring, he gave her a lopsided grin and stepped away to dispose of the condom in his wastebasket.

She let out a sigh and, when he turned back around, she sat up and hopped off the desk. She turned to look at him, uncertainty registering in her expression. No doubt she was wondering what the protocol was for this situation. Damned if he knew. This was unlike any he’d ever been in before.

Attempting to diffuse the mood, he murmured, “Looks like you have it in you after all.”

She let out a shocked little laugh. “I guess you’re right.”

When she lifted her hands to her hair, it made the tips of those perfect breasts arch toward him. He bit back a groan at the sight. “You’re killing me.”

If they didn’t get out of here fast, he might have to go find another condom. How embarrassing would it be to have to do that again?

Looking chagrined, she murmured, “Sorry,” then headed toward her discarded dress. But when she bent to retrieve it, teasing him with the view, he realized he was the culprit, not her. Apparently, now that he knew what it felt like to be inside her, even looking at her was enough to make him hard.

He averted his eyes and set about righting his clothes, then slipped his jacket back on.

When he finally dared look at Diane again, she was back in her dress, her hair combed out and her makeup looking a bit mussed but not so much that it would attract attention. That “What do I do now?” expression was back on her face.

Since it was a perfect match to what he was feeling, he looked around for any distraction. He found it in his phone. Grabbing it, he said, “I’m going to erase the pictures now.”

A promise was a promise.

“Wait.” Flushing, she approached and took his phone, then started scrolling through it. She pressed some buttons as she went.

Assuming she wanted to erase all the pictures herself to ensure they were truly gone—and rightfully, he couldn’t blame her for that—he patiently waited. But when she handed the phone back to him, he caught a glimpse of creamy flesh on the screen.

Nonplussed, he stared at the erotic image still on his phone. It was already burned into his mind, probably for all of eternity, but still, to have the actual picture was a shock.

When his puzzled gaze met hers, she turned almost as red as her dress. Lowering her eyes, she murmured, “I thought you might want to keep a few of them. You know, as a memento.”

A scoff of disbelief escaped him.

Visibly steeling her shoulders, she looked back up at him. “For your eyes only, of course.”

Then, much to his shock, she turned and headed for the door, her head held high as a princess.

Holy shit.

Willing his rubbery legs to move, he caught up with her by the door. “Wait.”

The moment she turned, he caught her in his embrace, pressing a passionate kiss to her lips. She froze, but then her arms wound around his neck and she threw herself into the kiss with abandon.

When he felt his slacks grow uncomfortably tight again, he pulled back. Smoothing a lock of hair off her face, he drawled, “Sweetheart, I gotta say, you are really good at being bad.”

She grinned. “Thanks. I think.”

“Keep this up, and in a few weeks, you might be able to teach me a thing or two.”

One of her thinly arched brows lifted and she cheekily said, “I plan on doing just that.”

Then she was slipping out the door, leaving him to recover from all the surprises she’d sprung on him that night.

Shit, Sam.

Now, after everything that had gone down in this room, he was beginning to realize something. The seemingly mundane and unfeeling Diane Milstrom he’d known before, the one he was betting Andrew knew, was only the protective outer shell of the woman beneath: a vibrant, passionate person who wanted to experience more out of life.