Revenge Sex (6 page)

Eyes squeezed tightly shut with pleasure, she
moaned. “Oh baby. Yes, yes.”

He was hard. How could he not be as he
watched a gorgeous woman getting fucked, the scent of her sex in
the air. Yet, he was also detached. Unmoving. Unfeeling.

“He can’t do you like this. He’s too old. He
probably needs Viagra.” Bradley. Asswipe.

Clay had taught her the delights of that
position, especially with the vibrator. She came hard when she rode
him like that.

“No, never like this,” she agreed, then
gasped. “Oh God, you can’t imagine how much better this is than
anything he ever does to me.”

Watching, Clay merely breathed deeply.

“I love fucking you in his bed.” Bradley
punctuated with a grunt. “You’re going to think about me while he’s
fucking you.”

Ruby moaned. Her legs began to quiver, a sure
sign of impending orgasm, and sensing it, Bradley pumped harder,
pile-driving inside her.

He pondered whether to let them finish. In
the end, he decided it was a cheap shot to cut them off right at
the best part.

Ruby cried out, wailed, in fact—she’d
probably hate knowing she wailed when she came—and humped him. From
his vantage point, Clay could see the pulse of Bradley’s orgasm
through his cock. Thank God she’d made him wear a condom at
least.

“Oh fuck,” Bradley said on a moan, his arms
flopping against the mattress, his body going slack, even as Ruby
continued to quiver on top of him.

And Clay began to clap.

Chapter Six

Ruby shrieked, and Bradley practically threw
her off. Rolling from the bed, he grabbed his jeans and stuffed
himself into them without even removing the condom.

“Don’t rush away on my account,” Clay
drawled. “Didn’t Ruby tell you I like to watch? Especially since
you’re so much better at it than I am, me being so old, of
course.”

The asshole yelped his dick caught in the
zipper.

“Clay, you scared me.” Ruby put her hand to
her chest, her skin still flushed. She didn’t jump for her clothes.
All she did was lean back on an elbow, her legs still spread, the
vibrator between them. “Why didn’t you work out for your usual two
hours?”

“I wanted to come home and catch you in the
act.”

She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “I wanted
you to come home after it was all over and smell the come on the
bed.”

Meanwhile, Bradley had unzipped his cock,
zipped back up properly, and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He
looked around madly, his chest heaving and his eyes wide when he
realized the only way out was through the doorway in which Clay
stood.

Bradley looked to Ruby for rescue. “I really
should go,” he said.

Clay grinned at him. “Yes, you really
should.”

Then he stepped aside, and Bradley ran out as
if Clay had lit a fire beneath his ass. He’d certainly never shown
that much urgency over his work.

The front door slammed. Clay didn’t say a
word in the echo of it.

Ruby pouted. “You spoiled my surprise.”

He didn’t know whether she was pretending
that she’d intended to tell him what she’d been doing in their bed,
or if she’d truly planned to surprise him with come-scented
sheets.

He looked at her, trying to see right into
her head. “What part of
not in the house
and
no one at
work
don’t you understand?”

She flapped her hand at him. “Oh, honey, you
know we needed some spicing up.” She wrinkled her nose, then
smiled. He’d never met a woman who could have such down-and-dirty
sex and never mess up her lipstick. “I wanted to drive you wild
when you got home from the gym all sweaty and sexy.”

She’d broken his rules, fucked on his desk,
fucked in his bed, and all with a man he had absolutely no respect
for. He understood the real message she was sending. She’d lost all
respect for him, too. He’d given her freedom; it hadn’t been
enough. Or it had been too much.

“Is that what you do with all your dates,
tell them I don’t cut it in bed so you have to find someone
better.”

She frowned. “Oh, sweetie.” Then she
sinuously rolled to her knees. “It’s not like that. But sometimes
those other men need a little building up.”

She didn’t understand at all. The other man
was just a vehicle to make sex hotter for
them
, an outside
force that brought
them
satisfaction. Instead, she
disrespected him in order to build them up.

He wondered if his ex-wife had been right all
along, that what he wanted was impossible.

“Oh come on, honey baby,” Ruby cajoled. “Come
and do me. I sucked his cock. You can smell him all over me.” She
ran her hands up her abdomen, plumped her breasts. Then she looked
at his crotch. “I can see you want it.”

He was still hard, but his cock and his brain
were two different entities.
“
I’m going to
finish my workout.” Or perhaps he’d go to work for a while,
read a few financial reports and get himself
straightened out.

She tipped her head. “You’re not really mad,
are you?”

“
Mad
isn’t the right word.” He simply
had his head screwed on backwards, and he needed some time away
from her to figure out what was wrong. Because on the face of it,
she was only doing what he’d told her to, adding spice to his
life.

He just wasn’t sure what kind of spice he
wanted anymore.

* * * * *

Going home to shower and change would have
meant a drive in the opposite direction. Since she’d put on fresh
running clothes this morning, Jessica decided to forget it.
Besides, it was Saturday, and West Coast would be empty.

When she arrived, though the front parking
lot was empty, the alarm had been turned off. She cocked her head,
but didn’t hear anything. Maybe the cleaners had forgotten to arm
it. That was a big no-no.

She climbed the stairs, turned the corner to
her office, and smacked right into a big, hard male body.

Her blood began to hum. Clay. He smelled like
fresh workout sweat, not bad, but sexy, and very male. Jessica
swallowed. Her fantasies. Vince. God, she hadn’t even showered. She
could still smell his come on her, and his taste lingered on her
tongue.

Then she looked up, up, up, meeting Clay’s
stare. He held a coffee cup aloft. Presumably he’d almost spilled
it when she ran into him. Steam and a rich aroma rose from it. His
eyes were darker than their usual hazel, and his nostrils flared as
if he was sniffing her.

“What are you doing here, Jessica?” His voice
was deep, edgy, like she’d committed a crime.

He hadn’t backed off much from the initial
bump into her, and his proximity made her head feel muzzy. She
searched for an adequate answer. “Those questions you had. I wanted
to check on them.”

“That can wait till Monday,” he said in a low
growl that didn’t match his words.

“I wasn’t doing anything else today.” Except
screwing Vince. It suddenly became hard to swallow, difficult even
to think. He smelled so good. Her skin was flushed from sex, her
body wet. And ready.

“You should have better things to do on a
Saturday.”

She resisted the urge to lick her lips. There
was something different in his gaze, not his usual impersonal
expression. “Nothing better,” she said, feeling like she was saying
something else, that he was, too.

Then suddenly he stepped aside. “I’ll let you
get to it. There’s fresh coffee.”

“Okay. Thanks.” She had her office key out,
but didn’t move. He skirted round her and headed to his office.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she let out
a long breath. The way he’d looked at her...as if he could eat her.
As if he was suddenly, inexplicably feeling all the things for her
that she’d felt about him for years. Her hands were shaking; she
needed coffee. Back in her office, she set the mug on the desk, but
after only a few moments, her feet moved, heading out again. She
couldn’t resist, couldn’t stop herself. She was an idiot.

He stood on the other side of his conference
table, back to the window overlooking the parking lot. With not a
flicker of movement about him, he stared at his desk as if he could
see Ruby on it. Jessica tried not to think about that. If she did,
she’d remember what she’d made Vince do to her this morning. “About
the CIP...” She trailed off. “Where’s your car? I didn’t see it out
there.”

“I parked out back,” he said without glancing
in her direction.

She’d been parked out back the other night.
Perhaps that’s why Ruby hadn’t known she was there either.

“You should leave,” he said. “I’ve got work
to do.”

His words were so blunt, they stung. “I’m
sorry,” she said. “I’ll get to work on this stuff.”

Finally, he turned to her. “No. I mean you
should go home and finish it on Monday.”

“But...”

He rounded the conference table. “You work
too much. All this overtime isn’t necessary. Here so late on
Wednesday, now today.”

He was referring to Ruby. If she hadn’t been
working late, she’d never have seen Ruby, then she wouldn’t have
told him, and he’d have had no need to exchange intimacies about
his private life.

“You’re right,” she said softly. “I’m
sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” He was within a few steps
now.

“I’m—” She stopped because another apology
was about to come out. “This is about Ruby, isn’t it?”

He said nothing.

“I know it wasn’t my business,” she started
to explain.

“It’s not about Ruby. It’s about you.”

She stopped, swallowed. “What?”

He was between her and the door now, so close
she could feel the heat of his body scorching hers.

“This is about you,” he said again, then
dropped his voice to a mere whisper. “And what you were doing this
morning before you got here.”

She’d been having sex. Suddenly she couldn’t
breathe.

His features were harsh and unyielding. “You
either need to get the fuck out of here right now”—yet his tone was
low and seductive—“or tell me what you were doing.”

She thought of the things he liked. Another
man’s scent on his woman. Another man’s taste on her lips.

He’d told her to go; she still had a chance.
She could pretend she hadn’t been doing anything this morning, lie
and say she’d gone for her run. She could even pretend she didn’t
know what he was asking for. Or she could simply walk out.

She did none of those things. She gave him
the truth. “I was fucking.” Something blazed in his eyes. She told
him the rest. “And I imagined he was you.”

* * * * *

She was the fire in his belly. Fuck, he knew
it was wrong, but he didn’t care. He wanted to hear every dirty
detail of what she’d done while thinking of him.

“Who is he?”

She didn’t smile, didn’t pretend coy. She was
without all Ruby’s wiles. “My fuck buddy,” she said.

His cock surged in jeans. “How often do you
see him?”

Her eyes were a crystalline blue, her gaze
never wavering. “Whenever I’ve been thinking about sex with you and
need some relief.”

It wasn’t ego. It wasn’t merely sex either.
It was that she made the sex about him, about them, with nothing
more than words. And it was the surge of emotion—maybe jealousy, he
couldn’t be sure—that she had a fuck buddy, a man she turned to
just for sex,
a man she used to get
hi
m
out of her system. It made
everything all that much hotter. “What did he do to you?”

“I made him take me into his office and bend
me over the desk.”

His head whirled with the images her story
evoked. And with her scent. The moment he’d bumped into her in the
hallway, her sexual perfume began to fog his mind. He smelled the
sex on her, not just her musk, but the man’s as well, the salty
odor of come on her lips, rising off her body.

He’d tried to tell her to go. He knew he was
in danger of losing it. Ruby with Bradley the asswipe, Jessica’s
scent, the way she’d become completely sexualized in his mind
yesterday afternoon when she’d told him what Ruby had done on his
desk. He’d been close to losing control out there in the hall. She
should never have followed him to his office. He wasn’t sure he’d
let her go even if she tried to leave.

“Tell me,” he begged. It wasn’t like this
with Ruby. It was visceral, uncontrollable.

Then Jessica gave him what he craved. “He
pulled my pants down and put his hand between my legs.” Her breath
came faster, her breasts rising and falling beneath the tight
jogging T-shirt. “I was already wet because I’d been dreaming about
you all night.”

The moisture the man touched belonged to him.
It was
for
him.

“Then he went down on his knees and licked my
pussy.”

Jesus, he could almost taste it, smell it,
and he wanted, needed. He told himself he wouldn’t touch her, that
he only wanted the story, while another part of his mind laughed at
his naïveté.
You’re such a fucking liar.
“How did it
feel?”

She closed her eyes, tipped her head back.
“God, it was so good.”

The office door was open. Anyone could drop
by to catch up on a little work. And he was about to break his own
rules. No sex in the office, no sex with coworker, especially not
someone who worked for him. It was wrong. It was stupid. But he
didn’t give a damn.

“Then I begged him to fuck me,” she went on,
capturing him completely. “He lets me pretend that he’s you. I call
him Mr. Blackwell and he calls me Miss Murphy, like in the old
black and white movies. It’s sexy.”

She made it fucking sexy for him, too. Could
she possibly know what she did to him?

“He did me like that, bent over the desk,
fucking me so hard and good, I could have cried.” Her skin was
flushed pink with arousal, her pupils wide, her nipples tight
against her sport bra.