“Grey—”
“Shh.” He rubbed his hands up her back, caressing her with every ridge inside his palm. “Quiet now.”
She swung a leg to his other side and straddled him. She had never known such a violent need to be close to him. She had never ached for such a wild, reckless reassurance of his love for her. Feeling his rigid sex between her legs suffused her with an odd sense of relief.
She moved anxiously on his lap, longing for a connection to him, proof that what they shared stood strong and stable. Did he love her? Did he care?
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” she whispered. “I never meant to.”
His erection swelled under her, the distinct column pulsating like something breathing, living, reassuring her of his desire. His hunger.
Grey dropped his head to her chest, slipped his hands under her T-shirt, and kissed the valley between her breasts through the worn cotton fabric. “Suppose . . .”
He opened his mouth over one breast and gingerly licked once, twice.Wetness seeped through her shirt and into her puckered tip. Her other muscles quivered with envy.
“Suppose I fuck you.” The hot breath against her breast filtered through cotton to her skin. “Suppose he fucks you.” He raised his hand to cup the other globe and expertly thumbed the rigid nipple.“Suppose we both fuck you.You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
His words excited her, made her wonder if a woman existed who would not like that, but at the moment she couldn’t even attempt to make sense of what he said. Every pore was Grey’s and every one of them sang to his touch.
Inflamed from skin to bones, she rocked over him, delighting in the friction of his shaft under her wet cleft. Beneath her T-shirt she was nude, her sex and his hardness separated only by his pants. She could actually feel the heat of him as though there were nothing between them. That nearness, the awareness of how rigid he was—how ready to take her—made her pussy contract with need. He smelled of Dial soap and Grey, his hair a thick, luxuriant mane in her hands.
“Where did he touch you,Toni?” He spoke in a husky rasp, his eyes half-covered by his lids as he glanced up at her. “Here?” Both hands caressed her breasts.
Toni remembered Heath’s touch, the playfulness in his hands, and she couldn’t suppress a shudder.
Her breasts heaved in rapid pants as her hands sought support from his firm, square shoulders. “H-he grabbed my ass.”
“This ass? My ass?”
He palmed her ass, and a rumbling sound erupted from him. Her shirt had lifted as she changed position, bringing Grey’s hands in direct contact with her skin. He tugged the cheeks apart, then pressed them together.
“Oh, Grey.”
“Where else did Heath touch you?”
Ribbons of lust flittered inside her when she heard his name. “He . . . he rubbed his thigh against me.”
“Oh, really.” He brought one hand forward and slipped a finger between their bodies. She hissed and trembled as he rolled her clit in sharp little circles. “Did it feel like that?”
Her head fell back on a plea. “Yes.”
At his newly gained access, he swirled his tongue up her throat to her jaw. She lowered her mouth and parted her lips for him. He groaned and slipped his tongue in, kissing her.
He pinched her clit—not too hard, but just right; right enough to send shocks of pleasure across her body—and she gave out a squeak.
He chuckled at her reaction, his words soft and indulgent. “Do you want him to do that to you, darling?”
He wore the most amazing smile. Each was like a little trophy to her; Grey smiled so rarely. Now his teeth glinted white against his tan and his eyes glowed like sunset.Another trophy for her.Another delightful feeling of satisfaction because she pleased him.
“Do you?” he insisted. He pressed her clit in with his thumb.
She bucked and grabbed his shoulders, gasping as she said, “Yes!”
“Ahh.”
Honey oozed out of her pussy, spreading moisture across his pants. Inside she was a firestorm, sensations ricocheting within her womb. “Grey, you’re making me want to come.”
“So.” He slipped his finger farther under her, into her slit, and watched her as he delved in. “Come.”
He found her favorite spot, buried deep within her, surrounded by wet tissue and cream. He pressed and stroked it expertly, burying his finger to the base. She keened and started to ride that finger as she would ride his shaft.
“Yes, yes.”
The abrupt, continual ringing of the kitchen phone took a moment to filter through her haze.
“Ignore it.”
She groaned and inwardly wished she could. “It might be a client of mine,” she gritted, trying to get off. He seized her waist with both hands and held her back.
“Ignore it.”
As she hesitated, he pitched his hips up and scraped the column of his cock against her.Toni whimpered, riding that move with a to and fro of her hips.
“This is all you need right now,” he rasped.
“Yes.”
“This is all you want, all you need. A big, hard cock.”
“Please.”
“Will one do, darling, or do you want two?”
He was humoring her, maybe even mocking her, but she was still seized with tremors as the answer popped into her mind.
Yours . . . Heath’s.
Oh, god, she was out of her mind, turning into a wanton, thinking only of coming, of being fucked and fucked and fucked.
Grey spread his thighs wide apart and angled her back a bit so he could grapple with the drawstrings of his pants. When his cell phone vibrated on the table behind her, they both went utterly still.
“Fuck.” Grey reached around her and pressed the answer button, his tone clipped, cold. “Grey here.”
A silence.
“Friday will be fine.”
More silence.
Breathless to continue, she slid part of her body between his legs and lowered her mouth to his chest. He caressed her back with one hand as she circled his nipples, teasing them with her tongue. The little pulses in her pussy seemed to come at the same time as the jerks in his cock pressed firmly against her lower belly.
“The numbers are at the office—tell him you’ll fax them over tomorrow morning.”
He stroked her hair with heavy petting motions as her mouth ventured lower.
Once she was a breath away from the bloated head of his penis, he fisted a hand in her hair, hampering her progress. She squirmed in protest and raised her lashes in time to catch the twitch of a smile on the corner of his lips.
“I appreciate it,” he grumbled as he clicked the phone off and set it down on the table with a resounding thump. “Christ, don’t do that to me.”
She shot him a smile full of wicked intent. “Was that Louisa?”
“Yeah.” His hands returned to her head and gently rubbed her scalp.
“How’s she doing?”
“Other than calling me on Sunday and asking if she may move a pen?”
She laughed.“She’s new; give her some time.” She surged up to kiss him and sultrily whispered, “Have I told you how wonderful you are for hiring her? She was so desperate.”
“I was desperate.Which explains my hiring her.”
She smiled, letting her hands drift down his taut arms, every inch of them like rock.
Louisa had been Toni’s friend forever, and though she didn’t have much experience in the corporate world, she’d been in sore need of a job. Grey’s assistant had recently married, and Toni had asked him to consider her friend for the position.
Toni couldn’t remember a single time Grey had denied her anything. She couldn’t even ogle anything in a store window for fear Grey would haul her inside and flick out his American Express black Centurion.
He was cold when it came to business, and out of necessity, cutting to strangers who approached—Grey was too smart not to realize when someone had a hidden agenda. But he’d strip the shirt off his b
ack for the people he loved.
Toni was passionately in love with him, but she’d thought that would mean she was passionately and exclusively in lust with him, too.
“Come here.” He swiped the newspaper aside and boosted her up, setting her rear on the table. “I can’t take it when you look like this.”
She lifted her arms so he could tug off her shirt and squirmed delightedly when he rained slow, loving kisses on her shoulders, her nose, her forehead.
“So sexy,” he cooed. “Groggy and tousled.”
“You look very sexy yourself. Naked and—”
He stepped out of his navy drawstrings and she completely lost her voice.
She sizzled at the sight of him, glorious, nude, hers. She licked her lips as he came forward, his long erection perfectly angled toward her entry. She parted her legs and wrapped them around his hips. He entered, hot enough to melt her.
They moaned together. Her body arched to receive him, her thighs clenching around him.
He shut his eyes.“So good.” He started pumping without haste, each leisurely stroke searing her with pleasure. “So tight, baby, so good.”
Her spine arched instinctively as she fell back on the tabletop, writhing with sensations. Their bodies touched solely in the spot where their damp, burning sexes joined, and that singular contact intensified the pleasure. Every nerve in her body seemed to home in on Grey’s powerful inward strokes, and she swore she could feel each up to her heart.
She braced up on her elbows, her breasts heaving as she watched the massive shaft move in and out. Glistening and corded with dark veins, it stretched her wide, reached down to the depths of her.
She watched his gorgeous face, every ripple of muscle in his body. Every flare of his nostrils and flex of his abdomen, every crease added to his face as he grimaced with pleasure. She watched it all. And when the pleasure became excruciating, she could watch no more.
Her eyes drifted shut, a profound warmth unfurling within her. She made flimsy, throaty noises of encouragement so he wouldn’t stop.
He didn’t. He kept pushing in so slowly she could savor every inch as he entered.
“You coming, darling?” His voice was as dense as his plunges.
“Yes.” She bit her lip, tensing her muscles, trying to prolong the ecstasy. “You?”
He rasped, “I’m there.”
“You there?”
He gripped her hips, tendons straining in his neck as he began a series of rapid thrusts that sent her teeth jarring and her breasts jerking. “I’m there.”
“Grey . . .”
“Come with me.”
Toni’s head thrashed, her body convulsing over the table—coming as though at his command. Grey grunted as he continued to fuck, his balls slapping against her rear until one final delve lodged him in deep and he spilled with a deep, gruff sound.
She cradled the back of his head when he settled his cheek against her stomach and curled his arms around her waist.
“Hmm. So good.” He nuzzled her abdomen and kissed her just below her navel. “Want a bath?”
She sighed. “I’d love a bath.”
She stared thoughtfully at the fixture on the ceiling, listening to his retreating footsteps.
Within seconds he was back, waving her sash before her eyes—a bright red reminder of her wantonness. He studied the expression of uncertainty on her face, and tonelessly asked, “Did you give it to him?”
“Of course not,” she scoffed, struggling to sit.“Why would I do such a thing?”
He glanced at it with combined annoyance and indulgence. “He told me to wrap it around his door if I decided he should fuck you.”
Toes to her scalp, she blushed bright red. “Oh?”
He bent over her and whispered, in a voice that was frighten ingly low and erotically dangerous, “Say ménage, darling.”
She could not recover her breath. “What?”
“You might just get one.”
Hair wet from a recent bath and a towel wrapped around his hips, Heath dropped down on the bed and clicked the TV remote off. The tray from room service stood near the door, his burger and fries untouched for hours.
He sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. No use trying. He couldn’t get her off his mind. Grey’s girl. No. Grey’s woman.
Toni.
For two years it was all he’d heard from Grey.
Leaving for Cabo with Toni; will give you the new location update on Monday.
Moving to Toni’s; here’s the number.
Worse were the times Heath had called him at Toni’s only to hear his partner panting, and the unmistakable flirtatious purrs of a woman who, no doubt, seduced him while he spoke on the phone.
The first months, Heath actually didn’t give a damn about Toni. Grey’s women came and went, though admittedly not as quickly as Heath’s. But after a while Heath began to respect the woman who could keep Grey so . . . well, frankly, so goddamned happy.And then came the worst part.To his shock, Heath started to wonder what it would be like to have a Toni for himself.
The first time he heard her voice over the phone, he swore he’d just been kicked in the nuts. He didn’t remember what she said or how he replied, but he remembered the instant, painful throb in his dick. Her silky, I’ve-just-been-fucked timbre followed him for weeks. Heath began to fantasize about her. Toni. Wanton sex goddess. Toni. Seductive siren.Toni. Elusive, faceless Toni.
On his subsequent trip to their Puerto Rican offices, he’d found a pretty little twenty-year-old at a bar and taken her up to his hotel room. Burning for weeks that had felt like years, he kissed her, groped her body over her clothes and whispered her name.
“But . . . that’s not my name.”
Heath drew in a deep breath, jarred from the fantasy.“Let’s play a little game,” he said in a husky tone as he sat her on the bed and slowly started to undress her. “You call me Heath, and I call you Toni, hmm?”
“But Heath is your name.”
“It’s Heathcliff, baby, but tonight I am Heath just for you, and you are Toni just for me. Understood?”
“O-okay.”
He kissed her lips again, caressed her little breasts with the dark, beaded nipples. “You like that,Toni?”
“I-I feel weird.”
“Don’t.” He stroked her nipples with his thumbs, tonguing her mouth as he went deeper into the fantasy. “I really want you,Toni. It’s all I can think about.”
“Heath.”
“Oh, baby, yes, say my name.”
Heath groaned at the reminder. So many nights wanting her.
Now he had a face to go with his fantasies, and it was lovely. Unforgettable.
He predicted coming to it, alone at night while he worked his pained cock, thinking of that lovely face—over and over.
He’d never doubted Toni would be special. Grey wasn’t one to be easily impressed. His partner’s fine taste was legendary. The woman to win him over had to be perfect.
But what had struck Heath most at the benefit was discovering that Toni wasn’t one of Grey’s long- legged models. She was petite and lively, and the second those large catlike eyes had risen to his, bringing to view lips wide and plump enough to rim a man’s cock, Heath’s mouth had run dry.
She was no duchess. She was no porn star. She was your average girl next door, out on a special evening in her knockout red dress. And he wanted her.
He couldn’t begin to describe the way she’d felt against him when he’d had her in his arms and she angled her head back and smiled. . . .
And am I supposed to know who you are?
The heat of that smile poured through him like sunshine. He’d have taken those lips with his if she weren’t Grey’s.
Grey’s girl . . .
Either the bravest woman Heath had ever met, or the biggest, sweetest, most beautiful little fool.
Grey’s talk of her had gotten him excited, aroused, titillated by the faceless woman who made Heath want something. But staring do
wn at those eyes, he’d been slammed. In the chest and in the groin. And with every ounce of his being, he’d wanted her. He’d wanted that fruity, peachy-scented woman with the impish smile wrapped all over him.
If she were anyone’s woman but his partner’s, nothing would have stopped Heath from having her. He’d have her right here, sprawled under him.
He’d make her laugh. He’d lick her up. He’d stroke the inside of her creamy thighs and move slowly inside her. He’d make her forget to breathe.
The way she’d responded to him . . .
She’d blushed and squirmed as he held her, but she’d been melting in his arms. Heath didn’t know if Grey spoke to her about him or not. He didn’t know if she, like him, was affected by the mere sound of his voice. Lately just the mention of her name. But he knew she was affected by his presence.
Toni wanted him.
Heath wanted her.
Grey had been informed.
He was going crazy with combined dread and anticipation. Would Grey do anything about it? Grey was so hard to read, so intensely contained to the world....
The thought that his partner could at this moment have a naked Toni in his arms made Heath ache for a prostitute. Both his heads hurt.
He was more than a little cranky.
And damned fucking tired of looking at the food tray.
Slicking back a few damp strands from his forehead, he crossed the room and wrenched the door open, pushing the wheeled cart out into the hallway. No cold burger and fries for him, thank you.
He popped a pumpernickel roll into his mouth before abandoning the cart when a flutter of white caught his attention. He straightened, swallowed back the lump of bread, and stared at the door.
Covering the PRIVACY PLEASE sign Heath left out permanently, a long envelope dangled from the doorknob, the logo at its center unmistakable.
RS CORPORATION. His heart began to pound. His stomach moved and not from hunger.
Wrap it around my door....
In slow motion, as though the thing were a viper—as though he would find that shimmering red sash inside it—he reached out and yanked it from the door.Tearing it open, he found a note carrying Grey’s unmistakable sloppy handwriting, the only thing that wasn’t perfect about the man.