The Sinner's Bargain (Contracts & Deceptions #2) (9 page)

He squeezed her nipples and she shimmied beneath him. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Colin,” she whimpered, hoping that was the right answer.

“I don’t want to hear anyone else’s name slip out of that mouth of yours, understood? Your mouth is mine. I own it. Colin. Not anyone else.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as he continued to play her body like an instrument. She wanted to be owned by him—to be fucked by him.

Colin dropped his hands and pushed the dress off of her hips where it still draped. He held her hand as she stepped out of it and kicked it away with the toe of his shoe. He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, undid his belt and pants, and pulled down his boxers until he freed his massive girth.

“Take your panties off. I want you naked. Completely naked for me, Amara.”

His eyes were heavily lidded with lust as he looked at her hungrily and massaged his cock in his hands. She wanted to take it away from him, but she did as she was told and quickly took off her lingerie, leaving her heels on.

“Your shoes too. Everything.” His voice was strained; his large hand covered his rigid cock as he pumped it up and down. Amara was nearly panting, her need was so overwhelming. She slipped off her heels and faced him, her raven hair draped over her shoulders and covered her breasts.

“Turn around and face the window,” he demanded.

She did.

“Open your legs,” he growled, sliding a hand up each leg only to stop when his fingers reached her dripping folds. “It feels like I’m going to have a heart attack just by looking at you like this. Having you here—knowing it’s not my imagination playing tricks on me.”

His hands roughly squeezed her thighs, making her flinch, and, as he kneeled behind her, Amara looked down to see his knees between her legs. It seemed as if he was examining her hot center, brushing over her folds, her clit, simply touching and teasing. Without warning, Colin’s tongue replaced his fingers and Amara gasped at the intensity of the sensation. She flattened her hands against the window as she tried to steady herself against the tongue lashing between her legs.

“I’ve missed this,” he said, making an appraising sound as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

She could only moan in agreement, circling her hips against his face. Colin spread her ass cheeks apart and leaned into her, his tongue disappearing inside her as he feasted on her juices. An appreciative sound rumbled from his throat and Amara felt it all the way through her body. Her legs began to weaken and her arms felt like rubber, sliding down the glass as the pressure in her body built to capacity. Light exploded in her vision as an orgasm rocked through her, the intensity of it leaving her gasping for air.

Colin stood and wiped his mouth as Amara leaned over to rest her hands on her knees. He bent his knees so that his erection was between her folds, showing her they were far from being done.

“I’m so hard for you, Amara,” he whispered. He wrapped an arm around her middle, holding her gently as he inched his cock into the wet lips of her pussy. “Since you’ve been here, I’ve thought about ninety-eight different ways I want to fuck you. I shouldn’t do it.” He drove his cock in an inch more and paused, “I should make you suffer for what you made me go through.”

“Please don’t,” she whispered, trying to push her hips back, but he held her in place, both hands gripping her waist. Her eyes rolled back when his hand reached between her legs and his fingers started circling her clit. “Please, please don’t stop,” she whimpered.

“Oh, I’m not stopping,” he said, taking his hand away and grabbing her hips as he seated himself into her with one forceful thrust.

Amara screamed. She was sure the entire building could hear it. She looked outside, wide eyed, expecting every eye in the city or in the buildings next door to turn to them. She soon forgot her distraction when Colin began to ride her faster. He lifted her hips so that Amara’s feet were off the ground, the entirety of her weight rested on his lap—on his erection inside of her. Amara knew she had never before felt that deliciously full.

“That’s right, squeeze my dick just like that,” he grunted as his fingers dug into her hips. “I want you to remember this when you go to Méchant. I want you to remember who owns this pussy.”

Amara’s clammy hands began to slide down the glass again, her legs trembling as she felt the orgasm begin to build again, and Colin moved faster, thrust harder, until her head hit the window.

“Shit,” he said with a groan. “Fuck. So close…”

His words were her undoing; she began to writhe and shake uncontrollably with her own orgasm as Colin unloaded himself into her. He lowered her to the floor slowly; a rush of his breath tickled her naked back and gooseflesh erupted along her spine. He kissed it away, his lips pressed gently in the center of her back. “Wait here,” he said, pulling out slowly —so opposite of how he entered her.

Amara straightened, her legs still shaky, her arms feeling sore as if she’d worked out that morning. Colin walked to the bathroom in his office and returned to her. He was still naked, his erection resting over his leg, not completely soft yet. When he reached her, he crouched down and placed wet paper towels between her legs, wiping softly. As he cleaned away the evidence of their joining, Amara’s hand threaded through his wavy hair. His head snapped up, his eyes searching hers at the feel of her comforting touch. For once, his eyes were completely stripped of anger, only shining with something she hadn’t seen in them since… before. It made her heart clench.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He stilled his movements, the edges of his brown eyes darkening as Amara trailed her hands from his hair over the beard on his face to scratch it softly. Colin was lost in her gaze, a captive to the compassion in her amber eyes. He stood slowly and as Amara dropped her hand from his face he cupped hers, his thumb stroking her cheek slowly as they acknowledged the potential that swam in the other’s eyes—the love that remained between them—the broken promises that shattered their dreams. They were cut, but maybe it hadn’t been enough to cripple them.

Colin’s ringing cell phone served as a reminder that they couldn’t stay there all night —that he still had to go back downstairs, back to
her
. Amara sighed heavily when he dropped his hand from her face to reach for his phone.

“You should go,” she said, averting her eyes.

He nodded slowly and swallowed, his gaze dropping to her mouth. He watched as she sucked in her bottom lip in self-consciousness. He couldn’t help it —he dipped his face and bit her full, bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. All of the frenzy that had just died down, built again with lightning speed. The electricity crackled, building, their tongues intertwining, and the desire he had just cleaned from between her legs began again. Colin broke the kiss as his phone interrupted once more, bringing with it, a sobering reality.

“I don’t want to go, but I have to.” He breathed heavily and backed away. They dressed quietly, looking at each other in panic when they heard the elevator chime and Molly’s voice ring out in the lobby. Colin pointed toward his bathroom, and Amara gaped at him in disbelief.

“You want me to
hide
?” she whispered loudly.

“Go!” he whispered back, his eyes leaving no room for argument.

Her mouth hung open one more second before her feet began to move. She was livid, not able to process what was happening. He wanted to hide her. HER. She opened the door to the bathroom and shut it behind her, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the small mirror. Her face was flushed, eyes bright, make-up kissed off and slipping away. She held on to the sink when she heard Colin’s door open.

“Hey! Why did you leave?” Molly asked. Amara rolled her eyes at the nasally voice. “I missed you,” she said, her voice sounding a little slurred, though Amara could tell she was trying to be seductive. A mix of rage and anticipation crawled through Amara’s body like electricity, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She had to get out of there. She couldn’t stay in the bathroom and listen to this.

“I had something to do. How did you get up here?” Colin asked. His tone was clipped.

“I took Brandon’s elevator key,” Molly said with a giggle. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“I don’t like surprises, Molly. Give me the key. Let’s go back downstairs.”

“Aw, are you mad at me?” she asked in a childlike tone.

Amara waited, holding her breath as the silence stretched in the other room. Why was it so quiet? What were they doing? Where were their hands? Was his mouth on hers?

Colin’s words were final when he spoke. “Let’s go.”

“You don’t want to have some fun in your office?” Molly asked. Amara’s jaw clenched as tightly as her fists.

“No. Let’s go.”

“You never wanna have any fun,” Molly whined. Amara rolled her eyes again.

“Get used to it,” Colin said, his voice barely audible.

“Are you staying with me tonight?” Molly asked.

Amara’s heart squeezed. Listening to their conversation was torturous enough without her having to picture their life together.

Colin mumbled an unintelligible response as the office door slammed, leaving the room empty. Amara waited a couple of minutes to gather her thoughts before stepping out of the bathroom. She couldn’t believe he’d made her hide. She couldn’t believe she’d become the type of woman so many women hated, including herself. What the fuck was she doing?

AMARA TOSSED AND turned all night Thursday after she left Wolfe and, after her tenth yawn as she padded her way to the bathroom to get ready for work on Friday morning, she decided to call in sick. Heavy bags sat beneath her blood-shot eyes, her hair was a tangled nest and, worse of all, Amara really did feel sick. Lisbeth got a text first, then she shot Brandon an email before calling HR and letting them know she would be missing in action. Colin would be the last to know, and Amara was sure he would think she was just trying to avoid him. That was fine by her, because she was. Sort of. The night replayed in her head continuously. The intensity in which he looked at her and the fervor in the way he touched her. His lips on hers, his breath on her overheated skin, his dick thrusting inside of her...the thoughts alone made her moan.

Showered and re-dressed in her pajamas, she ate some breakfast and checked her phone for an email from Colin. Amara thought it odd that she found none. Surely he’d been told she wasn’t coming in. Brandon let her know he would take care of the schedule, which gave her a sense of relief. She was sitting in the living room, watching morning shows and nursing a pounding headache when the doorbell rang. Confused, she stood and walked toward it, wondering who’d be on the other side. Through the peephole, she saw Philip with his hands tucked in his pockets, and an impatient look on his face. His hair wasn’t perfectly brushed back the way it normally was, and his blue eyes were focused on the peephole, waiting for her to open the door.

Amara took her time turning the lock and doorknob, and once she opened the door, she did it slowly and cautiously, her eyes trained on the hands in his pockets. Philip took them out slowly, to show they were empty, and actually turned them front and back for her to see. She let out a small breath and dragged her eyes back to his.

“What are you doing here?”

“I heard you weren’t at Wolfe today, so I thought it would be a good time for us to take a trip.”

Her heart hurtled in her chest. The trip to Iran to see her grandfather. She hadn’t even seen her mother today, hadn’t spoken to her since yesterday. What if something happened to her mother while she was gone? What if something happened to Amara while she was over there? If she didn’t come back, she’d never see Colin again, never hear his voice. Then the last memory she would have would be of him leaving with Molly after he fucked
her
. She clutched on to the doorknob and leaned against the door, the rapid fire of her thoughts dizzying her.

“I didn’t realize we were going so soon. The boarding passes you gave me said…” What date did they say? She couldn’t remember, but she would like to think that something this big wouldn’t have slipped past her.

“We’re not going to Iran. Yet. That’s next week.”

She swallowed down her trepidation. “Then where are we going?”

“Washington. We’ll be back tomorrow. My boss wants to meet you.”

“Your boss?”

“Yes. My boss, you know, the person I report to. I think that’s a word with international understanding.”

“So who is it? The president?” Amara asked, rolling her eyes.

“While I would love to have a chat over tea with the president, he is not my boss.”

“Oh?”

He tilted his face to the sky and walked into the apartment without waiting for an invitation. “Pack some things. We leave in an hour and a half,” he said, checking his watch.

Amara let the door close behind her and walked toward her room. “Why am I meeting this guy anyway?”

“He probably wants to scare you. I don’t know,” he said with a shrug, reading something on his phone as he sat on the couch.

She snorted. “You’re kidding, right?” When he shrugged again, she shook her head and walked into the bedroom to pack. There was no way out of the trip—that much she knew—and though the thought was intimidating, she was curious to meet Philip’s boss. “You said we’ll be back tomorrow?” she called out as she sifted through her underwear drawer. It wasn’t terrible, but it meant she couldn’t go visit her mom, and she wouldn’t be there if Colin came over. Amara wasn’t sure how she felt about the second half of her thought, but she knew she had to call her mom and let her know she wouldn’t be showing up today.