Pretty in Kink (9 page)

“I swear to you, if this turns you on, it’s nothing compared
to all the other things I can do to you.”

He already blew her mind. She didn’t think there could
possibly be more than this. But he proved her wrong. She bit her lip on a gasp
when he slipped just the tip of his finger into her asshole. An unfamiliar urge
overtook her. She needed him to go deeper, and she welcomed the bombardment of
fire that it ignited in her ass and groin.

“Say yes,” he whispered, burying his face in her neck. His
kissed her there, causing her to shiver. Sucking her earlobe in between his
teeth, he bit down gently and said, “Come on, sweetheart, let me be the one to
show you.”

Let me be the one to show you.

It echoed in her head even as the coil started to unfurl.
His balls pressed against her buttocks and she knew his tight sac must be
brushing against his own hand where he continued to play with her anus. She
didn’t know what had gotten into her, but the image conjured in her mind made
her snap. The orgasm slammed into her so hard she couldn’t breathe.

Neither could he. He gasped and grunted his release. The
warm flood of his cum spread through her pelvis and reached an untouched place
deep in her heart and soul.

She shook her head, more at her own thoughts than at him.
“I…I better get that,” she whispered, stroking his damp hair.

He chuckled and withdrew from inside her. “I think so,
before she breaks my door down.”

She called out to Lexi, “I’m coming, Lex.” Diego winked at
her, teasing her about her choice of words. She struggled to suppress a giggle.
“I-I’ll be right there. Just hold on a minute.”

Diego unfastened her wrists and tossed her clothes to her.
He located his own and jammed his legs into the jeans. Even in the flurry of
activity and the fact that Lexi had somehow found her, Britt couldn’t help
noticing that cut, tanned body. Her insides stirred again as she fumbled with
her own clothing.

“Well shit,” Lexi growled through the door and added one
last thump to emphasize her disgust. “It’s about damn time. You promised you’d
call me about the contest. I’ve been calling and calling. Do you realize we’re
down to the last hours here?”

Britt pulled her t-shirt over her head and drew on her jeans
so fast she almost fell flat on her face. Going with it, she dropped to her
knees and rolled the blankets, rose petals and all, into a ball and raced from
the room. She deposited the wad on the first bed she came to and zipped back to
the living room, smoothing her hair.

Whoa, she must look a mess. But Diego lounged on the same
sofa he’d just tied her to, all lazy and put back together with the remote in
his hand. No one would ever be able to guess he’d just brought her to the gates
of heaven.

She took one last, longing look at him and yanked open the door—which
it seemed they hadn’t locked in their wild throes of passion.

Britt took a deep breath and forced some cheer into her
voice. “Hi. What’s up?”

Damn his luck and the bad timing. Diego crossed his ankle
over the opposite knee in an attempt to ease the crowding in his jeans. He’d
soon find out whoever the hell this Lexi chick was, and why she pounded on
his
door on a Friday afternoon. He grumbled to himself as he surfed the TV
channels. He settled on an old John Wayne western movie, but it didn’t register.
All he could think about was how this Lexi had shouted something through the
door about a contest. What contest could be so fucking important it couldn’t
wait until tomorrow? Well, if Britt didn’t get rid of the woman soon, he’d just
have to do it himself.

Because he wanted Britt again.

And again.

He didn’t think he’d ever get his fill of her.

Britt stared out onto the porch and echoed Diego’s
sentiments. “Lexi. Why couldn’t this wait until tomorrow?”

He couldn’t see the woman or her reaction, but based on her
aggressiveness, he had a feeling that would change soon.

“Uh-oh, we’re back to calling me Lexi. Look, I told you I’d
call you Friday. Hello. Newsflash—it’s Friday. You promised me you’d have a
decision on the contest. When you didn’t answer your phone or at least text
me,” she said in a whining tone as she pushed her way through the door, “I got
worried.”

Britt stepped back, allowing the woman to cross the
threshold.

Diego stiffened.
Lexi…Lexi…

His whole world spiraled into the depths of hell. Of all the
damn people in the world, could it really be the gal behind the photo counter?
Her nametag had read “Alexis” and this woman sounded an awful lot like the
clerk he remembered from the drugstore.

She must’ve gotten my address from my envelope somehow.

He’d taken the pictures back that night right before he’d
run into Britt and “Lexi” had eyed him from behind the counter. He recalled the
pale expression on her face followed by a look of total relief when he’d handed
Britt’s envelope to the young teen boy and told him he’d been given the wrong
ones. She’d snatched them from the kid and clutched them to her chest as if
she’d struck gold and had muttered something to the effect of, “Oh my god,
thank all the freaking lords and lasses.”

“Did…did you look at them?” the Alexis woman had asked that
night after she’d gotten her breathing under control.

At the time, he’d been taken by surprise at both her
reaction and the question, because as far as he knew, most developers didn’t
know each packet on sight. They had dozens if not hundreds filed in drawers. Of
course there were probably few as racy.

He’d stammered around and came up with a half-assed, “Well,
I thought they were mine when I pulled them from the outer package. But no, I
didn’t look at them. Saw the name and knew there’d been a mistake.”

It wasn’t until he’d been racing home after the chance
meeting with Britt that he’d come to the conclusion that the woman in the photo
shop had to know what these pictures were and had possibly been the one to develop
and lose them.

Which he’d concluded at the time had meant Britt hadn’t been
hooked up in some sex ring. He could now admit that had been a lame excuse to
consider making copies, although there
had
been just a sliver of a
possibility.

But as far as this Lexi woman went, he’d never in a million
years have dreamed she’d also be Britt’s close acquaintance. He’d assumed she
was just some employee with her ass on the line if anyone came in the door
returning the wrong packet. Now all he could do if it was her was hope she
either wouldn’t notice him sitting there, or she wouldn’t remember him as the
customer from the store who’d been honest enough to return the hot pictures.

At the same time though, he’d been dishonest enough to blurt
out that he hadn’t looked at them. But hell, she’d taken him off-guard.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you back yet. Maybe my phone died,
I don’t know. I was busy. I went to…I was on that date. Remember?” Britt asked.

Lexi’s voice came out in that rolling-your-eyes tone. “Oh
yeah, the rough-and-tumble biker dude. So how’d that go? Did he try to force
drugs on you? Are you okay?”

Drugs? Holy motherfucker. Give me a break.

The woman stepped another foot inside, pushing Britt farther
into the room.

“Lexi.” Britt kept her hand on the knob. Part of the door
blocked Lexi’s entrance from the small foyer into the living room.

“Let me guess,” Lexi sang as she pushed even farther inside.
He could now see the left edge of her small frame, very similar to the
clerk’s—her sandaled feet, an arm with a handbag slung over a slim shoulder,
strands of long hair. But her face remained blocked by Britt. “I bet he brought
you here to his house to take advantage of you and—”

“Lexi. He did
not
. Now how did you find me? And how
do you know this is my date’s house?”

Lexi nudged the door open and leaned to the side, making
Britt take a few steps back so that Lexi was now in full view of Diego. Her
gaze zeroed in on him like the lash of a flogger. Her eyes widened, her jaw
dropped open.

Britt gripped Lexi’s elbow. “What are you doing? My god,
Lexi, you can’t just barge into a stranger’s house like this. Tell me how you
knew where to find me so that—”

Diego got to his feet
. It’s definitely her.
The photo
shop woman. Shit. Not a good time to broach the subject of Britt’s pictures,
his pictures or his address on the envelope for all store clerks to have access
to.

He switched the subject back to the girl’s snide remarks,
unable to resist a snarl or the tone of dripping sarcasm that laced his words.
“Yes, I was just about to shoot the needle up in her vein when you knocked—or
rather, when you practically broke the damn door down. Diego Mansini, by the
way. Pleased to ‘meet’ you.” He couldn’t resist adding a sardonic wink.

Even from across the room, Diego could see the brown of her
big eyes glittering with ire. She dropped her purse and stepped toward him. Her
petite body moved in a feline sort of stalking manner as she folded her arms
over her flat little belly. Just as he recalled, Lexi was a pretty thing with a
mop of dyed, multi-shaded, long dark hair, but despite her size, her
personality reminded him of a giant firecracker ready to blow. Just what she’d
choose to spew had yet to be seen.

But Diego would bet his life she wouldn’t reveal she’d met
him in the store. To do so would uncover what he suspected to be a screw-up on
Lexi’s part in losing Britt’s pictures, or rather, handing them over by
accident to the wrong customer.

Who’d seen them.

In fact, he had a sneaking suspicion Britt didn’t know the
photos had made their way out of the store for a time. Yes, there had to be
more to this photo situation than met the eye, but he’d get to the bottom of
it—as long as it didn’t give away his own dilemma in the whole situation.

Oh how he itched to hear more about this contest.

“That’s an awful thing to say about shooting her up,” Lexi
snarled.

Britt bounced a worried expression between Diego and her
spunky, outspoken friend. “Lex, it was a joke. He didn’t mean it. He didn’t
really put a needle in my vein, for crying out loud. Besides, you’re the one
who suggested it first.”

“I-I guess you’re right. Rather rude of me. I do apologize,
Mr.
Mansini.” She slid a look at Britt, then around the room, zoning in on the
candles, then back to Diego. He could swear her eyes shot bullets at him.
“Frankly, I expected her to get stood up, not romanced by someone like you.”

“Lexi…” Britt warned.

“No, no, sorry.” Lexi held up a hand and started for the
door. “You’re right. I should leave. I’ll call you tonight, Britt. I’m…I’m
sorry for the interruption.”

“Good to meet you,” Diego couldn’t help calling out as Lexi
snatched up her bag and slipped out the door.

Britt clicked the door shut, leaned against it. “Uh,
that
was my good friend Lexi Sorensen. Oh man, I’m sorry. She can be like a tornado
at times, in and out leaving destruction in her wake before you can even
speak.”

“It’s okay, babe.”

Her eyebrows dipped. “Huh, did I tell her your address? I-I
don’t think I did, but if so, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. That would’ve been the safe thing to do if you did
tell her.”

She nodded and smiled. “Wow. She was acting like such a
parent—or more to the point, she reminded me of my agent.”

Diego crossed to the door. He cupped her cheek and delighted
in the way her lids drooped with desire when he touched her. “No problem. I get
that she’s protective of you. Which is fine by me.”

He pushed her against the door and kissed her thorough and
deep. She sighed into the kiss, welcoming and warm. God, she had to be the
sexiest thing he’d ever had his hands on. “Maybe next time,” he whispered
against her mouth, “we should do it against the door. It’d keep out intruders
and let us finish what we’d started.”

Britt giggled. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I better get you home. I should go check on the shop, see
how the mechanics are handling things.”

She tightened her arms around his waist and he thought how
no woman’s arms had ever felt so good, so right, encircling him. “Yes, after
that little visit, I do think you’re right. Thanks, Diego,” she purred, kneaded
his back and cuddled against him. It made his heart tumble a bit deeper into
infatuation. “I had a wonderful time today. Very fun and…interesting.”

“Mmmm, you can say that again.” He kissed the top of her
head and drew her away from the door before he gave in to his aching cock and
took her right here and now. “Can I call you?”

“Sure.” She stepped away, folded her arms.

“Really?”

“Really what?”

“So you’ll go out on another date with me? You’re not going
to take Lexi’s advice?”

“Oh, that.” She had the decency to glance away, the perfection
of her face marred by a rosy shade of discomfiture.

“Yeah, that.”

“Well…” She twiddled her fingers over her waist. “I’d like
to give it one more try. I’d like to…”

He traced a fingertip around her jawline. “You know that
wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg, and you want to see what else is hidden
beneath the surface, right?”

She shivered, bit her lip and glanced to the side but didn’t
say a word. For the longest moment, he thought he’d pissed her off.

But instead she nodded. “Yes. It was nice.”

Diego threw his head back and let out a guffaw. “Nice?”

She tried to suppress the grin, but didn’t quite make it.
“Well, okay, more than just interesting and nice, it was…intriguing.”

He hooked his hand around her neck and drew her mouth to
his. “I’d be delighted to show you ’intriguing’ again.”

She leaned into the kiss and he tasted the sweet remnants of
her own flavor. Inhaling, he caught the brief aroma of her arousal. The
interruption had probably worked out for the best. She’d needed time to simmer,
to want and to crave more.