Heart Breaker (Break on Through) (12 page)

I play-slapped his chest and pretended to wrestle away from him while he held my hands behind my back. His gaze darted from my eyes to my breasts, which had thrust forward because of the way he was holding my arms behind me. The black jersey fabric had slid far enough aside that my lace bra was in full view too.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned as he brought himself right between my breasts. He rubbed his face back and forth while breathing in deep, the stubble from his five o’clock shadow scratching the delicate skin, only turning me on more. “Love the way you smell. Everywhere.” His mouth wandered over to my nipple and he grabbed the tip with his teeth, and even over my bra, it sent a jolt of pleasure and pain straight to my clit.

“Love that, Kyle,” I whispered, breaking my hands out of his grip and threading my fingers through his thick, dark hair. I rested my lips on his forehead as he drove me crazy with his tongue and lips.

The door to his office suddenly opened, with his assistant looking startled to find me on her boss’s lap.

“Oh, um, excuse me, Mr. Masterson,” she said, practically swallowing her own tongue. “Your call is holding on line two. We set you up in the conference room.”

He quickly tugged the front of my dress back in place. Without losing my gaze, he answered, “Thank you, Petra.”

“Should I arrange for transportation home for the…lady, Mr. Masterson?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. Ms. Lockhart will be sitting in on the call as well. We are not to be disturbed for any reason whatsoever.”

Even as she answered, “Very good, sir,” she scrunched her nose and slammed the door behind her.

“Ouch,” I said while getting up and straightening my dress. “She’s a real peach of a girl. I can see why she’s the face you place at your front door.”

He got up and adjusted his jacket and tie, giving me his most devilish of grins in return. “Yeah, well, she’s a piece of work, but a decent legal assistant. Plus she’s on the gossip pipeline and knows what’s going on with everyone in town. Fuck, Petra probably knows who’s getting a divorce before the spouse does most of the time.”

“Lovely,” I droned while leaving his office. I made sure to give my sweetest smile to Petra as I walked by. Her eyes narrowed into very unattractive slits, but I didn’t pay her any mind after that. The rest of the office was back at work like a bunch of buzzing worker bees, so I just walked down the long hallway with him. Once we arrived in the conference room, he closed the door behind me, locked it and then sauntered over to the long table and hit the phone line.

“You’ve got Kyle Masterson here. Is everyone present?”

A series of voices came over the speaker, introducing themselves. As Kyle loosened his tie with one hand, he hit the mute button quickly with the other.

“Take off all your clothes, Samantha, except for the thigh highs and heels.” He hit the button again and resumed with the call, as if he had been there the whole time.

Now I wasn’t a shrinking violet by any stretch, but the idea of getting naked in his conference room was—terrifying and thrilling. I must’ve stood there, blinking dumbly, like a deer in headlights, for a minute or so.

He unbuttoned his jacket and sat down with his legs wide open, the way all men naturally do. He just naturally had the kind of confidence that ate up the space around him. Inherently imperialistic, assuming everything within his touch was his for the taking. Including me.

“Yeah, I read through that lousy excuse for a prenup and there’s no way the judge is going to let that stand,” Kyle informed the others on the call. In spite of holding court over the phone, Kyle’s eyes never left me, riveted to every hitch of my breath, the rise and fall of my breasts. He studied my face as well, watching and waiting to see what I was going to do. Hyper focused. Primed and ready.

I hadn’t noticed the subtle change in Kyle’s demeanor until that moment. In front of me was still the man I was falling for, but it was a side of Kyle with a harder, more commanding edge. And of course I liked it. All women craved men with power. And all actors were instinctually people pleasers. So while his words made my belly clench and my folds flood with arousal, my brain didn’t like taking orders. I was not a submissive, although you’d think as an actor I liked being told what to do. But I don’t know…I wanted to challenge Kyle, not just be his sidelined conference-call entertainment.

My hands came to my waist as I untied the fabric knot while walking slowly over to him. Each foot went in front of the other, making my hips sway more. This was
my
way to conquer all around me. The belt undone, I unwrapped the dress from my small curves, the material peeling away from my shoulders, down my arms and pooling onto the ground. I was standing right in front of him, placing my hands on my hips and arching one eyebrow.

He was still conducting the call, business as usual. “Yeah, I know the section you’re talking about…part three, section four, paragraph two…”

My mouth opened, stunned, because while the case file was on the table in front of him, it wasn’t opened. He had obviously memorized it and I was curious if his hyperthymesic condition also gave him perfect recall.

His gaze traveled the length of me, the hint of a smile on his beautiful mouth. In a voice low and husky, thick with his growing excitement, he said, “Lose the bra and panties, Samantha. And do it slow.”

“Did you say something, Kyle?” one of the voices called out. He broke out in a wide, mischievous grin.

“Nope. Just giving some instructions to one of my staff. Carry on.”

I bit my bottom lip to prevent myself from laughing out loud, giving a slight shake of my head. Then I got even closer to him, my knees almost against the seat of his chair. I placed both my hands on the armrests on either side of him and bent forward, caging him in this time, with my breasts practically in his face. I licked my lips while looking into his eyes and then I leaned over to his ear.

“Seeing as you like to play games, Mr. Masterson,” I whispered, my voice getting raspy, “let’s play concentration. We’ll see how long you can keep that razor-sharp mind of yours focused while I tease the holy hell out of that sinfully gorgeous body of yours.”

I grabbed his earlobe between my teeth, making him gasp, then licking his flesh with the tip of my tongue to ease the sting. As I began to straighten my body, I let my cheek graze his. I held his gaze for a couple of seconds and he started reaching out to touch me.

I moved away and shook my head and wagged my finger. “Uh-uh,” my singsong voice cautioned. “No touching.” I took both his hands and placed them on the armrests. “Keep ’em where I can see ’em, mister. If you touch before I say it’s okay, then I stop.”

He raised his brow and spoke so low, it was as if he were only mouthing the words. “Whatever you say, Ms. Lockhart. My apologies.”

I smiled in response and then turned around, my back facing his seated front, and I shimmied down into his body. My back was against his chest as I started to slowly gyrate my ass into his rock-hard erection, already pushing the seam of his pants tight. Grabbing onto his hands, which were still on the armrests, I worked my rear up and down his length, letting a purring sound vibrate deep in my throat.

“Holy shit, Sam,” he said on an exhale. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

I pushed my weight off the chair and walked slowly a few feet away. Then I turned my head, whipping my long, auburn hair around, and I gave him an impish half smile over my shoulder as my hands came up my back to unclasp my bra. I could tell his breathing was already erratic, his eyes almost completed dilated from being so turned on. He was also white-knuckling that chair, especially as I let the bra straps drop off my shoulders and I held it by the cups. I pivoted to face him again.

“Mr. Masterson? You still on the line?”

Without looking away from me, he reached his hand out to the phone, his finger hovering over line two, the one with his call going on.

“I need to cut this call short. An emergency has just come up, one that needs my complete attention.” A couple of the voices started to protest and I was desperately trying to hide my growing smile. He interrupted them. “Anything else on my end, send the notes to Petra.”

And with that last order, Kyle jabbed that button and disconnected the call.

“Played a stripper in a production a couple years back,” I answered while gripping my breasts and pushing them together, giving him a show even as I was answering his question. “The play didn’t have that long a run, but I sure acquired some useful skills when researching that part.”

Kyle licked his lips and didn’t answer. His lids were hooded, his expression hungry, as if he was going to pounce out of that chair at any moment.

“Have I told you lately how much I love your job?”

Seeing his reaction to me, so carnal, almost coming unhinged, only spurred me on. I tossed the bra to the side and then looped my thumbs through my panties and rocked them down my legs. The whole time not losing his eyes, letting him know without a word I craved him as much as he did me. Once they reached the floor, I hooked the panties with my heels and flung them in the air, catching them with one hand and bringing them up to my nose.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned. “These have a wet spot. And they smell just like me.”

He ran his hands through his hair and pulled, his face almost contorted in pain. “Fuck me, Sam. Give ’em to me!”

I cocked my head to the side, cupping my breast with one hand while keeping my panties in the other. I pinched my nipple and then rubbed my hand down my belly. Just before I got to my soaked cleft, I stopped.

“You want ’em, you gotta earn ’em.” I toyed with him, loving how the tables had turned, reveling in my effect on this stunning man.

“Tell me what you want,” he growled through gritted teeth. “Whatever it is, it’s yours.”

“Anything?” I dragged out.

“Yes,” he practically spat out. “Stop teasing me, woman!”

“All right now,” I soothed. “All I want is for you to take off your clothes. I wanna see all of you too.”

Before the words had fully left my mouth, Kyle wrenched his tie away from his neck with one hand and unbuttoned his collar buttons with the other. In seconds, his shirt was off, ripped away like the fabric had offended him. Then he stood up to undo his belt and his pants, all the while wedging off his shoes and peeling off his socks. He kicked it all to the side and stalked over to me, and I immediately started to back away.

“Oh no you don’t,” he warned, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me forward, my flesh slapping against his. And my Lord, his skin was fiery hot, like he had come down with a fever. He grabbed my panties out of my hand.

“Hey!” I protested. “You’re not playing fair!”

He didn’t even bother answering, just shoved them under his nose and inhaled deeply into his awaiting lungs. “Love the way you smell and taste, honey.”

I melted into him, my bones turning liquid and my blood pulsing with my heartbeat.

“Kyle…” I breathed, my nipples pebbling as he rubbed himself against me. He let go of my underwear then suddenly crouched low to the floor, wrapping his arms through my legs and around the outsides of my thighs. His hands were cradling my ass, which he pulled forward, my sex aligned with his gorgeous mouth. Then, he shocked me even further when he swiftly stood up, his breath hot against my pussy.

“Grab the wooden beam above your head, baby, and hold on.”

Automatically, I did what he told me. Sure enough, lines of wood beams held the ceiling as I held on to them. Then I felt his mouth nestle right inside my folds and he worked that wicked, wicked tongue of his along my cleft.

“Ohmigod!” I gasped, holding the beam with one hand while fisting his hair with the other. My head lolled as my eyes rolled back in my head. He was feasting on me like a man possessed. Like a man born to go down on a woman. I locked my legs tight around his shoulders and rocked my pelvis in rhythm with his rapid-fire, flicking tongue. My heels dug into his sides, which only made him groan into me while squeezing my ass and pushing me even closer to his mouth. If that were even possible.

“Oh baby, that’s so good!” I mewed, rocking even faster against his mouth. “Fuck, that’s it…I’m gonna…I’m gonna… Fuck! I’m coming!”

Kyle didn’t let up, assaulting my center and growling with my release. I blinked a few times, flashes of white blinding my eyes as I slumped forward.

“Baby…” I said, still breathing heavily.

“I got you.” Kyle walked over to the conference table, then loosening his grip so I naturally slid down his body. Both of us sweaty and smelling of sex. He firmed up his hold when my face reached his. “Want you to ride me, honey. Need my cock inside you.”

“I need that too,” I answered, bringing my lips to his, tasting me in his mouth. Delicious.

He reached the table and sat on the edge, my legs straddling his hips and resting on the hard surface. I lifted and he guided himself into me. Filling me up. Like a piece of myself I hadn’t known was missing until now.

Holding on to his shoulders while he gripped my bottom, I rode my man’s cock. Long, slow, deep glides at first. The angle perfect for rubbing my clit against his pubis every time I ground down.

“
Fuck
, Sam,” he moaned in my ear, keeping one hand on my ass while wrapping the other around my neck, cradling my head in the crook of his arm, bringing his mouth right to my ear. “You feel so good. Fuckin’
love
bein’ inside you.”

“Me too,” I gasped, increasing my pace, even though the pressure on my knees hurt. I didn’t care. All that mattered was how he fit me. How we moved together. Every time I rode up his smooth, steel cock, jolts of pain radiated through my knees and down my shins. I buried my face in his neck, tasted the salt of his skin on my lips, and held on tight as he and I came apart together. I actually felt the pressure of his release deep inside me. I smiled against his skin, my forehead resting on his pulse, beating in time with his heart pressed against my breast.

He lifted his head from me and I followed. I liked how he kept his hand around the back of my neck. The pressure comforting to me. I waited, thinking he had moved to say something. But he didn’t speak. Instead, he just stared at me, and as I gazed into the deep green of eyes, the center of my being opened and lightened. Like a blossom out of the mud. Like a morning dawn, with all possibilities returning home.