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  “Mmmmm,” she hummed, shifting positions to slide her back against the pole and slip her hands behind it. “May I make a request?”

  He managed a strangled chuckle when she widened her stance, naked except for her jewelry, a scrap of lace hooked around her ankles and a pair of first class, come-fuck-me shoes. “I’m the one who owes you, remember?”

  “Unzip your pants,” she said, her sly grin as sexy as her sultry whisper. “But first, come closer.”

  Two steps and he could see the moisture gleaming from her slit, a tiny gold flower anchoring the delicate chain, dangling just above her clit. It wasn’t as if he needed directions. He could smell her excitement. He inched his waist button free and gripped the tab of his zipper. His cock throbbed to each toothy pop against his cotton briefs.

  “Show me,” she asked, breathlessly, with a subtle roll of her hips.

  He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. She wanted him so desperate that he’d take her before he was even undressed. He reached inside, cupping his balls and cock with one hand, easing them from his underwear while she waited.

  A drop of pre-cum spilled over his sensitive crown and he teased her, rubbing it down over himself. She licked her lips and her shuttered gaze glittered in the spotlight when he stepped upon the stage.

  His pants slipped down below his waist but he reached for her instead, skimming up her ribs to cup her breasts and lift them to his mouth. It had taken every ounce of strength not to taste her ten years ago, and he wasn’t about to deny himself that pleasure now.

  The first touch of his tongue sent an electric frisson through her. Bliss gripped the pole behind her and watched his lips close around her nipple, pleasure rippling through her as it stiffened. The gentle scrape of his teeth thrilled her as he worked her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling and twisting while she writhed on a stage with an audience of one, panting for more.

  There was nothing sexier than a man with his pants around his hips, his cock out, surging toward her while she waited for just the right moment to touch him. She gripped the pole tighter, letting the tension build while moisture seeped from her and her body clamored for more.

  He lifted his head and her nipple glistened under the soft lights. And then he began to play, softly kissing her forehead, brushing over her brows, down her cheeks. He licked at the corners of her mouth, exploring her lips as if they were virgin territory and he wanted to be able find his way back.

  He was delicious and thorough, a sensual assault on so many levels she nearly panicked when she felt the faint ripples of an orgasm starting to build. She glanced across the room and there they were, softly focused in the mirrors that some designer—bless them—had known would come in handy. She caught a glimpse of the strong swell of his ass above his pants, drawn tight across his hips, and she nearly came undone, her warning shudders bringing a smile to the lips covering hers.

  “Not yet,” he whispered. “I want to be inside you when you come.” She kicked her panties away and he stepped between her legs. He palmed a condom packet from his pants, lifting it to his strong white teeth. The sound of it ripping sent a swirl of heat through her while he sheathed himself He skimmed his cock up her slit and she groaned, rolling her hips toward him, gripping the pole behind her so hard she was sure she’d leave an indentation.

  She locked gazes with him and managed a mangled, whispery command. “Then you’d better hurry.”

  His hands were shaking while he guided himself inside of her and his excitement fed her own as she watched him thrust slowly, once, twice, the intrepid explorer gaining boldness as she tightened her inner muscles around his cock.

  “Let go of that damn pole and hold onto me,” he growled, grabbing her butt and lifting her legs over his hips, tipping her until she squealed and grabbed for his arms. And then it was all she could do to hang on and watch while his pants slipped down his legs and he fucked her.

  “Please tell me these walls are soundproof,” she wailed.

  “Oh, yeah,” he groaned, “Oh yeah, scream your head off, let me hear you come.”

  She locked her ankles over his hips and matched him thrust for thrust while he held her. She felt every nerve he brushed against twist and tighten, and then she was spiraling into an orgasm so strong she opened her mouth and screamed. Watching the clenched muscles of his ass in motion, she came again and he swallowed her faint cry with a kiss that felt like a claim.

  Chapter Four

  Nick couldn’t stop kissing her, not even when her pussy clenched and drew him deeper, her orgasm pulling him into his own as he stiffened and let it take him, drawing him down into its velvety darkness. He had just enough strength to keep them from sagging to the floor, enough presence of mind to slip out of her, pick her up and get them to the bed.

  After disposing of the condom he bent to grab the coverlet and she beat him to it, pulling a handful away so they could roll into the cool cotton sheets he’d requested. Silk sheets looked sexy as hell, but sliding out of bed lost its allure after the first time.

  She snuggled against his chest and he grinned when she glanced up. Her laughter bubbled up and filled the room.

  “I’d always heard about mirrored ceilings, I’ve just never seen one.”

  “Harlan got them out of an old mansion that someone had redecorated in the seventies. The lady was apparently restoring it to its antebellum glory, and the mirrors didn’t make the cut.”

  She rolled over and he caught a glimpse of lush breasts as she rested them on his chest. “How come you know so much about this motel?” Her green eyes twinkled in the dim light.

  The old bitter memory had since been replaced by a good one, but her question still tripped him up for a minute. “After my dad died, money was tight because his business partners had stolen most of the profits. Harlan worked sometimes without getting paid for weeks at a time so that my mom could settle with the creditors and she wouldn’t lose the restaurant. When he inherited this place, he needed a business plan and I helped him out.”

  “Do you save big companies as well as the little guy on Main Street

  ?” she asked, looking at him like he was some kind of white knight.

  “I tried that for a while. It’s more fun helping guys like Harlan figure out the best way to compete. What about you?”

  She batted her eyes at him, ridiculous and funny at the same time. “I’m a hard-hearted capitalist. I design beautiful clothes for people who don’t like to be photographed wearing the same outfit twice.”

  “Why?”

  “What do you mean, why? I have to make a living.” She was still smiling but there was a defensive edge to her voice. They were heading into dangerous territory and time wasn’t on his side. He didn’t want to wait another ten years to find out more about Bliss Harper. He smoothed a bouncy curl away from her cheek.

  “Why haven’t you tried to collect my IOU before now?” She started to draw away and he wrapped his arms around her, sliding her back up his chest. “I always wondered what happened to you.”

  She chuckled nervously and started to look away but he nudged her gaze back, made her face him. She nodded, as if resigned.

  “I couldn’t remember how I got the IOU. And I was afraid if I found out, I wouldn’t want to leave Indiana. And then I’d just end up like my mother, waiting for another handsome man I couldn’t resist to come along and take me away from whatever problem I’d acquired.” She waggled her red-gold eyebrows. “You being the handsome man I wouldn’t be able to resist.”

  No white knights here then, just a bad boy. “You were really afraid I’d mess up your plans?”

  “Terrified,” she whispered, shuttering her gaze and bending her head. She licked his collarbone, swirling the tip of her tongue into the hollows, distracting him.

  He’d thought he would need a little more time, but he was already growing thick. He sought out her lips, cradling her head while she fed him her tongue. She straddled him, trapping his cock between them while it sl
id into a full erection and his balls drew tight. He rolled her under, caging her with his body and his arms.

  “I think you like being terrified. I think you were the kid on the roller coaster who screamed the loudest and had the most fun.”

  She grinned, and he knew she was holding a secret, biting her luscious lip, her green eyes, twinkling in the dim light. “It’s how I had my first orgasm. Sitting by a kid I didn’t even know, with only our knees touching. Everyone was screaming and I was coming and no one knew it.”

  He could see the memory take her and knew he’d guessed right. “You like coming in crowds, the idea of public sex?”

  “Oh yes,” she hissed, closing her eyes when he tweaked her breast, sighing before she asked, “What about you? Would you ever have sex in an elevator, stuck between floors when the power goes, with people crowded around you? It’s dark and you feel a stranger’s hand in your pants and you don’t know whose it is, you just know it feels good. You don’t know where to put your hands because what if it’s another guy who just has soft hands? What if you slipped your hand in his pants and found another cock. Would you stroke it? Would you make him stop stroking you?”

  He was up fantasy creek without a paddle. Tell her.

  “If he put his hands in my pants, I’d have to figure he’d read something about me that I might not be aware of. I could close my eyes and pretend he was a woman or I could face the fact that a stranger’s hand was in my pants, I was turned on and wanted to come. If I accepted it, I’d have to reciprocate.”

  “Does it excite you? Two people, coming quietly in a dark elevator, packed in so tight they can barely breathe?”

  He had to admit it did, but he could tell from the sparkle in her eyes that she could already see that. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look when you’re excited?”

  She laughed. “Looking at you, I have some idea. Have you ever had sex in public?”

  “No. Have you?”

  Her gaze widened. “I’ve always been too chicken and I’ve never wanted to chance it with anyone I’ve been with before.”

  “Would you like to have public sex now?”

  “Unless you’re planning on taking me in the parking lot or opening a curtain, I don’t think it’ll be fast enough, but I think I’d chance it with you.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  “Are we going outside?” she squeaked when he rolled off of her and stood.

  “Sort of.” He leaned over and opened the bedside table drawer, withdrawing a gold foil condom packet and a blindfold. “Do you trust me?”

  Bliss looked at the dark length of velvet, noticed it was the same color as the spread and satin ties attached to the grill in the headboard, and had to swallow her giddiness before she could talk. “Are you going to tie me up? Because if you are, I mean, everything already matches,” she said, stroking the satiny bedcover, “and I do like a coordinated outfit.” She scooted up the headboard, still eyeing the blindfold, practically drooling. She hadn’t had this much fun in years.

  “It’s probably better the first time you have public sex not to see any strangers who might see you writhing around naked with a man’s head between your legs, eating your pussy. It would probably be better if you could only hear them.”

  The breath soughed out of her in one long sigh as he slipped her wrists through the loops and scooted the pillows up behind her so she was semi-reclining and her arms were suspended. Then he wrapped the dark length of eggplant-colored silk around her eyes so she couldn’t see anything at all. And suddenly she was hyperaware of his warm breath, no longer smelling of scotch, the sheets holding their body heat and the subtle rhythm of wood scraping against wood.

  He was pulling the drawer out, then a click and the school anthem was playing softly in the background, the crescendo growing louder until she heard the gentle swell of voices as his cool fingers traced over the planes of her cheeks, her lips, and the line of her throat. Everywhere his fingers grazed, his lips followed. The air current above her nipple grew warmer.

  “The last home game has gotten pretty exciting,” he said, and her nipple puckered. The volume on the tape increased. “It’s so cold your nipples would stiffen even if they were wrapped in fur.” Something cool and silky brushed against one nipple and then the other. She arched, thrusting her breasts into its fleeting caress. She whimpered softly, already into the fantasy of not wanting to alert anyone.

  But there was a husky man sitting in front of them—o r maybe the blanket wrapped around his shoulders made him look bigger. He turned his head slightly after she’d stifled her whimper and she could tell that he suspected something was going on behind him.

  “Attendance is record breaking,” Nick continued in a hushed whisper that she could have heard under the blanket that was supposed to be wrapped around them, “and everyone is huddled under coats and flannel throws until someone scores or does something so spectacular that it sends the crowd to their feet, screaming and cheering. Maybe you should think about not coming until they get really loud, but it’s going to be awhile, so why don’t I just settle in here,” he said, and she felt the bed dip. He drew the covers away from her and she could feel cool air brush across her nipples and bare pussy before he cocooned them.

  “We’re sitting way up in the bleachers with the blanket wrapped around us, but all I can think about is how smooth you are here,” he said, palming her silky vulva while he licked her nipple.

  She wound her wrists more firmly into the satin ties, gripping them harder, luxuriating in the sensation of being fettered, totally at his mercy in front of thousands. She rolled her hips, pressing rhythmically against his palm, but he kept his hand still and let her excite herself.

  “I can’t wait until we get back to the room,” he whispered. “But taking chances excites you and I love when you’re excited.” His whiskers brushed against her pussy and she could feel it swell, knew what he was seeing and it excited her more. “It’s a really big blanket, but if anyone’s paying attention, they’ll be able to tell that my head is between your knees. I’ve worked your lacy panties down and they’ve caught around your ankles. You’re trapped there, with my head between your legs and my hands under your butt, lifting you closer. I want to taste you. I want you to be able to taste yourself the next time I kiss you.”

  She closed her eyes and she could see it all, feel the energy from the crowd, know that any minute someone could swing their glance her way and see Nick’s head bobbing beneath the blanket. They’d know he was eating her pussy.

  She spread her legs wider and the crowd went wild. Someone was running and thousands were on their feet cheering, when she felt the first swipe of his tongue against her slit. The thundering roar grew louder and his lips enfolded her in an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue plunging inside of her. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer, fucking her while the crowd thundered around them.

  The tension built, coiling inside of her as the man in front of them slowly turned, locking gazes with her while she bucked and writhed beneath the blanket, thrusting her pelvis in time with Nick’s tongue until the stranger smiled an all-knowing smile and she came, hard, shuddering and screaming with the crowd.

  She was still coming when he slid inside her and eased her legs wider, tipping her until she was taking all of him. He kissed her and she could taste herself, just as he’d promised. His big hands cradled her head and he devoured her lips as he began to thrust slowly.

  The crowd hushed expectantly and she quivered, waiting, concentrating so she could find that settled place inside where she could build on his movements, follow the demands his forceful thrusts wrung from her until she could match his rhythm. The crowd buzzed around her and the sheets rustled, fell away. He put his hands under her butt, lifting her, the anticipation building as she pumped her hips and listened to the voices around her gather, meld, then burst into a heated crescendo as Nick fucked her, his strokes matching the crowd’s building excitement until he roared as they screamed
and she came and came and came, and he followed.

  Nick collapsed on top of her, still holding on while chilly air swirled around them, cooling the sweat that held them chest to breast, pussy to cock. He’d never had such an incredible ride. He kissed her softly, felt her lips curve into a smile he knew he’d helped put there. He brushed over the blindfold reverently and kissed down her check, nuzzling her neck. The sweat-slicked invitation of her rosy breasts drew him and he suckled a nipple into his mouth, tugging when she shuddered beneath him.

  He waited until her shudders subsided before he slid out of her and disposed of the condom. She was so beautiful, sagging against the pillows, her mouth swollen, juicy and pink from his kisses. Bliss Harper had been surprising him since he’d stumbled onto her strip-tease a decade ago, and he was damned if he was going to spend another decade wondering what other surprises he might be missing out on. She was as sexually adventurous as he could ever want, and if he knew anything about himself, he knew he wanted more.

  He leaned over and kissed her pussy. She spread her legs, murmuring something unintelligible while he untied her hands, slipping her from her bonds before tugging the blindfold free. She blinked drowsily, a sated smile curving her mouth.

  “I’m so glad we didn’t bother with further negotiations,” she groaned, chuckling.

  “I should probably educate you about blanket proposals and how dangerous they can be,” he said, unable to resist swiping his tongue against her slit, teasing them both. “I’m still exploring options for the agreed-to terms before I deliver you back to the house, where you can tip-toe up the stairs with your come-fuck me-shoes dangling from your fingertips, smelling like sex and sin.

  “You’ve already got whisker burns on your jaw,” he said glancing up. “I shaved twice today, but the evidence is clear. Everyone’s going to know what you’ve been up to. You should have requested a clause that offered better protection. Made you feel safe.”