On the Job (2 page)

“Put me
down
,” she fumed as he stalked toward the beach house changing room. “Believe me, I haven't been asking for anything from you. I was minding my own business, sunbathing like I always do. Do you want me to scream for help?”

He plunged inside the air-conditioned dim interior of the women's changing room and showers. Tony owned Hallas Technologies, the largest computer security company in the country. When he entertained in Lake Tahoe, he tended to do it on a big scale. The changing rooms in close proximity to the beach had been built to make guests comfortable. When he invited a large party there, he even staffed the luxurious rooms with maids, towel boys and masseuses.

Madeline squawked when Walker abruptly plunked her down on the tile floor in front of one of the steam showers. The next thing she knew, he was pulling her arms above her head. She felt cool metal around her wrists and heard a clicking sound. He twisted his hand and slid something into his pocket.

She stared up at him, her mouth gaping open.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” she demanded, outraged and bewildered in equal measure. He'd just handcuffed her to the top of the metal structure of the shower surround. She stretched on her tiptoes, back arched, her long hair swishing just above her bikini panties, trying like mad to move the chain between the cuffs up one inch over the top of the metal.

Just. One. Inch.

She growled in pure frustration when she came up short.

“Let me
go
.”

Her heart charged like an out of control locomotive in her ears. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She was in the shadowed changing room alone with Walker. He'd handcuffed her wrists above her head and he was staring down at her. He'd removed his glasses, but his eyes were cast in shadow.

He spread a large, sun-warmed hand on her hip as if to remind her of her naked vulnerability. She went utterly still while her heart continued to race like it thought she was running for her life. She had to lean her head back to look into his face. He topped six feet by several inches, making him nearly a foot taller than her.

She shivered when he caressed the sensitive side of her body from the waist to just below her armpit. It had always excited her to feel how much of her body he could span with his hand, his stark masculinity making her feel exponentially more feminine by contrast.

“All you had to do was ask. I would have been more than happy to oblige you, Madeline.”

She sensed the depth of his fury for the first time. Walker was typically so cool, so controlled. He didn't lose his temper often, but when he did, he could be fearsome. She licked her upper lip in nervous excitement. What sort of inferno had she started with her little game of tease and torture?

“I don't know what you mean,” she replied, her voice sounding haughty and hushed in the cool, dim room. “I sunbathe topless all the time.”

His eyebrows arched. “And you typically masturbate while Tony's employees watch?”

“What I do is none of your business. You're being paid to make sure I'm safe.”

“I thought you said you didn't need any protection.”

“I don't. This whole thing you've set up with Tony is ridiculous. That man who shot at me was a random lunatic. Why would someone want to hurt me?”

“Why indeed?”

She jumped when he moved his hand and touched the side of a breast. Her nipples pulled tight.

“Is this how they taught you to protect a client?” she seethed quietly.

“I'm keeping a good eye on you.”

“You're ignoring the duties of your
job
, Walker,” she taunted.

“I'm doing exactly what I came back to Lake Tahoe to do.”

Her eyes widened in surprise at that.

“Let go of me now,” she grated out between clenched teeth.

“When you've gotten what you were asking for,” he said quietly. His hand moved. She panted as he shaped a breast to his palm. Arousal stabbed at her clit.

“You've grown larger,” he murmured as he used his fingertips to pluck at a nipple. She opened her mouth to speak, but the sight of him watching himself play with her breast left her speechless. Wetness surged from her pussy. “Not much,” he continued as he filled his hand with her other breast. “I'm glad. You're so firm.” He lifted both breasts slightly in his hands and then released her, watching as the taut flesh sprung back into place. “Look at that. You always did have the prettiest breasts,” he said distractedly. “Your nipples get just as stiff as they used to.”

Madeline moaned, strung tight on a wire of anger and arousal.

“No, don't,” she whispered when he placed both of his hands on her rib cage, holding her in place, and bent, lowering his head. She knew she'd be a goner if he put his mouth on her.

But it was too late.

“Oh
God
,” she groaned in pleasure when he inserted an erect nipple between his lips. His mouth felt hot. His tongue agitated the aroused flesh like a tender lash. Arousal—so sharp it was almost painful—zipped down to her pussy like a lightning flash. She twisted in his hold, trying to get more friction on her aching nipples. His hand shifted. He pinched at her other nipple with gentle, calloused fingertips, coaxing the flesh into further pronouncement.

He growled, low and feral, and twisted his head, finding her other breast with his mouth. He pinched the moist crest with forefinger and thumb as if to make up for his abandonment. Her excitement mounted.

“Bite it,” she demanded in a harsh whisper.

He gathered both breasts in his hands and pushed them together. He slid a distended nipple between his lips and suckled. When he gave her what she wanted, she shrieked with excitement. Her pleasure swelled, made even more imperative by the subtle spice of pain his teeth wrought. Madeline was transformed into a bundle of raw nerve and throbbing need. She writhed in her restraint, desperate to press against him.

She murmured in dazed protest when he lifted his dark blond head a moment later. He held her breasts in his hands and inspected his work.

“Walker,” she moaned miserably when she glanced down and saw how erect her nipples were, how the center nubbin had elongated beneath his mouth and fingers, how rosy they'd become as he sucked and blood gathered just below the surface. She'd lied when she said she sunbathed topless all the time. Her breasts were paler than the surrounding skin, a stark contrast to her tan and dark pink nipples.

“You used to be able to come from nipple stimulation alone,” he said in recollection, his breath whisking across her moist nipple. He pursed his lips and blew at her softly. Shivers rippled down her spine. “Do you know how rare that is?”

She didn't answer, but groaned in an agony of arousal, wriggling in his hold.

He moved his hands to her sides, stilling her. She saw the gleam of his blue-green eyes in the shadows.

“Do you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“And can you still? Climax from nipple stimulation alone? Can Tony make you come that way, Madeline?”

She opened her mouth to tell the truth, but made a choked sound as she cut herself off at the last second. He sensed the truth anyway, despite her stinginess in saying it. She could tell, because his lips quirked into a small, satisfied smile.
Bastard.
He knew he'd been the only one who could ever evoke such a response from her.

He lowered his head, and Madeline cursed under her breath. She was handcuffed with her hands above her head, helpless, hot and so aroused her pussy was drenched. She didn't have any choice but to stand there while Walker proved to her he could still create a riot in her flesh. She hated him for exposing her vulnerability, but she couldn't stop the pleasure that tore through her flesh like a fire rampaging in a rain-thirsty forest.

He suckled her the way she liked it, firm and just a little rough. She mewled and twisted like a helpless fish on a hook. He bit the tender flesh while continuing his relentless suction. He pinched her other nipple rhythmically: hard, gentle, hard, soothing.

Madeline cried out as she came. It hurt a little to climax without stimulation on her sex, sending tight, cramp-like spasms through her. She writhed, desperate to get pressure on her pussy.

“Shhh,” he soothed when he released her nipple from his mouth. He went to his knees before her. She craned toward him, her wrists pulling at the handcuffs. He glanced up. “Don't, Madeline. You'll hurt your wrists. Do you
hear
me?” he asked sharply when she continued to stretch in her restraints, mindless with lust. She blinked, unable to speak in the midst of her crisis. “That's right,” he whispered when she eased the pressure on her wrists. “I'll come to you.” He jerked her panties down to her ankles and pressed his face to her pussy with no further ado.

She let out a scream of delight when he laved at her clit with a stiffened tongue. It was like he threw a switch in her body. Her former orgasm ratcheted up exponentially, detonating like an explosion. He continued to tongue her while he applied a firm suction, and she shuddered in bliss. Thank goodness the fabrics in the changing rooms were rich and luxurious, absorbing her sharp cries of pleasure, because she couldn't control herself.

Her eyes blinked open heavily a moment later. His head moved between her thighs as he gathered her cream, his actions unapologetically greedy. Madeline panted and tried to bring the room into focus while her orgasm still echoed in her flesh, thanks to Walker's stroking, stabbing tongue.

He slowly lifted his head. For a moment, their gazes held. In the distance, Madeline heard a shout and male laughter. She started.

“They're back. It's Tony and the others.”

He didn't respond with the haste she thought the moment warranted. Instead he rose until he once again towered over her. He began to unfasten his jeans.

She gaped, stunned by his boldness.

“No, Walker,” she whispered.

“We're going to finish this even if your fiancé walks right through that door.”

She swallowed thickly. Tony wasn't her fiancé. They'd seen each other on and off over the years. After her father had died, Tony and his family had consoled her, made her one of them ... and helped her feel she belonged in a world that had suddenly grown alien and cold with her father gone.

And Walker.

She knew Tony felt safe with her, unlike most of the women who crowded around him for his good looks and monumental wealth. Sex hadn't been a factor in their relationship for over a year now. It'd been her choice, although Tony was known to test the waters every couple weeks or so, shark that he was. It didn't upset her much when he tried. She understood Tony and forgave him his weaknesses. Tony went through women like Kleenex. That hadn't changed when she'd agreed to sleep with him years back. The realization that his infidelity hadn't wounded her much at all had been her first true indication Tony wasn't the man for her.

Tony insisted he could wait while the idea of marriage grew on her. She knew he occasionally referred to her as his fiancée with his friends and his parents. Madeline had grown weary of denying it.

She certainly wasn't going to tell Walker Gray she wasn't engaged to Tony. He already held too many cards in this little game.

She watched as Walker shoved his jeans around his thighs. His boxer briefs looked snow-white in the shaded room next to his golden brown tan. A moan of longing leaked out of her throat when she saw the heavy package of his cock behind stretched cotton.

No protest could form in her brain as he stretched back the boxer briefs and exposed his naked length. Lust burned everything else away. His cock fell free, the weight of the head pulling it at a downward angle. He leaned down and lifted her off her feet, bringing her flush against him. He reached and unhooked the handcuffs from the metal post. Madeline sighed shakily at the feeling of being pressed against his body. She lowered her arms to his shoulders, bracketing his head. Her legs wrapped around him, seemingly of their own volition, as he staggered a few feet, his knees bound by his clothing.

She gasped when her back thudded against the wall.

“Help me, Madeline.”

It was an order. It was a plea. Whatever it was, Madeline couldn't stop herself from succumbing to it. She shifted her body to accommodate him. She held his stare, wincing at the sensation of his cock carving into her flesh.

“Jesus,” he mumbled in a pressured hiss. Madeline knew what he meant. They both had to apply a firm pressure to force her narrow channel to part for him. He fired her flesh even as he stretched it. She hungered for his stark, hard presence at her core. Her pussy may seem to be resisting harboring something so large, but once he'd conquered new territory, she melted around him, welcoming him like a warm, sucking kiss.

Outside, Madeline heard something hit the dock, as if Tony or someone had tossed some gear from the boat. Within the cool depths of the boathouse, she sweated in a blaze of need. Walker began to pump even before he'd fully sheathed himself. He was greedy, and she liked it.

She liked it a lot.

“Let me in, you little tease,” he said between clenched white teeth. Strangely, it sounded like an endearment instead of an insult.

She pressed with all her might against his driving cock. She bit her lower lip and gave a harsh moan when his balls pressed against her damp, sensitive tissues.

“That's right. Now show me how you fuck with that tight little pussy.”

But she was already showing him, just like he was showing her what he could do. It was difficult to tell who put on a more enthusiastic demonstration. She drove down on his length just as he slammed into her. Madeline couldn't catch her breath. Just when she did, he'd pin her against the wall with his cock, and air would pop out of her lungs. He held her in an iron grip just above her waist, his hands stretching onto her back and encompassing a good portion of her torso. His muscles flexed tight beneath his cotton shirt as he jerked her back and forth on his cock, the relative ease of his mastery over their movements shocking and thrilling her.