An Indecent Proposition (27 page)

“So good.”

“So do you. So damn tight and hot.”

Cool, slick liquid dribbled between her ass cheeks and she shuddered. His fingers followed, spreading the lube.

“I’m going to fuck you now, babe. Hard. But I don’t want to hurt you. You tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“Just do it, Keegan. You won’t—”

His cock butted against her, increasing the pressure until she opened to him. The intensity of the sensation made her mouth drop open as she sucked in air. Fingers grabbing onto the comforter, she tried to anchor her body but Keegan kept pushing, taking more of her and filling her until she swore she couldn’t take any more.

Then he’d pull out but not all the way. And his cock seemed to expand until her nerve endings sizzled around him. Her pulse pounded in her ears as her muscles tightened around him. Another orgasm built as he began to thrust. The sensation was almost more than she could bear. This position made her feel vulnerable, exposed, and that intensified her need.

“God, Jules.”

Keegan’s voice made her body tighten like a fist around him, made him groan as he began to pound into her like he’d promised.

Relaxing as much as she could, she let him have her, let her orgasm wind her up as the hand on her shoulder tightened and so did the one on her hip. The force he used to hold her and the increasing power behind his thrusts made her feel out of control. And adored. And so hot, she felt sweat bead along her hairline.

She only needed—

The hand on her hip slid around her front to tweak her clit. Shards of extreme pleasure radiated from the contact and she came, shudders wracking her body so hard, Keegan had to hold her up with his arm around her waist as he pumped his release into her.

He held her there until his cock stopped pulsing then pulled out slowly. Her sensitive nerve endings spasmed as he did, making her moan. And shake.

With a loud exhale, Keegan collapsed onto the mattress, taking her with him. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he tugged her into the curve of his overheated body.

They lay there as minutes ticked by, their breathing the only sound in the room, sweat cooling on their bodies.

She knew she needed to go to the bathroom and clean up but she didn’t want to move.

Especially not when Keegan held her close against his still-heaving chest and pressed his lips against the back of her head.

“Lie still. I’ll be right back.”

His voice was a low rumble that touched off a miniquake of reaction in her pussy. If he wanted, she’d be ready to go again right now.

She might not have the strength to participate but she’d certainly enjoy the ride.

After another kiss pressed to her cheek, she felt the mattress shimmy then cooler air coated her back.

She made a slight sound of protest and heard him huff out a laugh. “I’m going to fill the tub. I’ll be back for you in a second.”

Since a bath sounded heavenly, she decided she wouldn’t protest. Much.

“Hurry.”

“Back to you, yes.”

She heard something in his voice that made her open her eyes to look at him. He stared down at her with a burning intensity that made her shiver. And want to burn in his arms again.

Then he turned and disappeared into the attached bath. She heard water run, heard the toilet flush, then he was back. And she realized she’d watched the doorway with a gaze that had never wavered.

God, Keegan had a beautiful body. Long, lean, muscled but not beastly. She wanted to bite his pec and kiss her way down his torso to follow the line of dark hair straight to his cock. Which looked like it could be coaxed into readiness sooner rather than later.

“Keep looking at me like that and you’ll never get in the tub.”

She smiled up at him, loving the fact that she could make him hard with just a look. “Maybe I wouldn’t care.”

He stopped by the side of the bed, his cock at the perfect height for her to wrap her hand around and—

“Hey!”

He scooped her off the bed and strode back to the bathroom. “If you’re good, maybe we can christen the tub.”

She liked the sound of that. “Are you trying to tell me you haven’t had another woman here?”

He didn’t answer as he walked into the bathroom, and she stared up at him, watching his expression. His grimace told her that’s exactly what he wasn’t saying.

“Let me know if it’s too warm.”

Biting her lips to hide a smile, she took a second to check out the room. Dark marble in shades of blue and tan. Lots of straight lines. Except for the tub. That was white, oval, and inset into the floor. And big enough to host a party of five.

“Oh my god, I think I love your tub. I could swim laps in here.”

He stepped into bubble-filled water, the level coming up to mid-thigh before he set her on her feet. She stood on her own for a moment as he settled onto the bottom then quickly sank into the water to sit beside him.

In the next second, he resettled her between his legs, wrapping his arms around her and tucking her head under his chin.

The water temperature immediately loosened all her muscles and she melted back into him with a sigh, breathing in the slight coconut scent of whatever he’d put in the water.

“Okay?”

She sighed. “Oh yeah. I want to take this tub home with me.”

“You’re welcome any time.”

She liked the sound of that. She liked the way he held her against him. Liked the way he brushed her hair back from her ear so he could bite at the lobe and make her shiver in reaction.

“So,” she teased, “I never would’ve figured you for a bubble-bath kind of guy.”

He paused before answering. “I bought it for you. Because I was hoping you’d be here tonight.”

Oh wow. The quiet sincerity in his voice made her breath hitch. Despite the fact that she felt too relaxed to move, she turned to kiss him. Cupping his face in her hands, she settled her lips on his for a deep, lazy, sensual kiss.

She kissed him with all the heat stoking low in her body, stroking her lips over his, sliding her tongue between his lips. His arms tightened around her but he let her lead, let her dance her tongue along his and taste him.

He tasted like heat and dark desire and her pulse began to pick up speed.

A sharp
clack
caught her attention and she pulled away with a gasp, turning toward the sound.

Erik stood just inside the door, hands pulling his shirt over his head. The noise she’d heard had been his belt hitting the marble floor. He hadn’t taken the time to change at home and the look on his face made her lungs tighten.

“Room for one more?”

He didn’t make it sound much like a question, but she nodded just so he didn’t get any stupid ideas. “Of course.”

His gaze shot to Keegan’s in a flash, and she felt Keegan’s chin brush her temple as he nodded.

In seconds, Erik had his pants and underwear off and was sliding into the other end of the tub.

“Fuck, I love this tub,” Erik said as he sank into the water up to his shoulders, hiding the scars on his body. “I’ve been thinking about redoing my bathroom just so I could put one in.”

“I told you to when you were having the renovations done.” Keegan released her to put his arms on the rim.

For a brief second, she wondered if he was trying not to hurt Erik’s feelings then she realized Keegan was silently telling her to go to him.

Keegan must have seen something in Erik’s expression she hadn’t because Erik looked fine. Calm, even.

Until she took Keegan’s hint and shifted to Erik, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him with the same passion she’d given Keegan when Erik had walked in.

But where Keegan had let her lead, Erik wove his fingers through her hair and took over immediately.

He kissed her like he was afraid she might try to get away, like he was desperate for her. She couldn’t say she didn’t like it and she let him have what he wanted.

Letting her body relax against him seemed to give him the signal he was looking for. She’d already felt his erection press against her hip so she knew he wanted her. She just hadn’t realized how ready he was.

Pushing her away, he repositioned her until she was on her knees. Urging her to spread her legs, he drew her forward again until she straddled his hips. Then he held her steady when she would have dipped her hips to rub her clit against his cock.

“If you don’t want this right now, all you have to say is no.”

She lifted one hand to his face, brushing her fingertips along his scarred jaw to his lips, then leaned forward to follow the same line with her lips. “I know exactly what I want. Why do you think I’m on the verge of coming again when I’ve already done it twice already?”

Erik’s mouth twisted into a smile and his gaze flashed over her shoulder toward Keegan for a second. “Twice, huh? Well, damn. I guess I have my work cut out for me.”

She heard the strain in his voice now, but she didn’t think it had anything to do with her or Keegan and how many times she’d orgasmed. And she hated to think that she could add to his stress level.

“Why don’t you lean back and let me do the work for a change?”

His smile eased a little bit more toward normal. “Why would I even think about turning down an offer like that?”

She smiled, letting all the desire she felt for him show through. “I was hoping you wouldn’t.”

Closing the few remaining inches between them, she reached for the condom he’d set on the edge of the tub before getting in and handed it to him. She leaned back just far enough for him to be able to roll it on then moved back where she’d been, with her pussy brushing against the length of his cock.

With each movement of her hips, she watched his chest rise and fall more quickly, heard his breathing roughen. His hands tightened on her hips but didn’t dictate her movements. He let her take the lead.

After Keegan’s earlier dominance, she realized she had a little of that in her, as well.

And here was a willing subject, offering himself up to her.

So she teased the hell out of him.

She rubbed herself against him. Her pussy, her nipples, her lips. Wherever they touched, she stroked.

Leaning in to lick his earlobe, she pressed her breasts against his chest, her hands petting along his shoulders then down his arms. She felt the rough skin of his scars, felt the familiar pang of empathy that quickly turned into the fierce desire to make him experience more ecstasy than he’d ever had in his life.

Groaning, he leaned his head back to rest on the rim of the tub. She followed him down, kissing her way from his ear to his neck as her hands stroked back to his shoulders.

All the while, her hips continued to rock her pussy against his cock.

When she finally couldn’t take it anymore, she let one hand drift down his chest to pull his cock away from his stomach and line it up with her channel.

His groan made her smile. And when she settled herself over the head and began to sink down on him, that smile spread as he released her to grip the rim of the tub so he wouldn’t pull her down.

“Such a gentleman,” she whispered in his ear as she raised herself up, almost releasing him. “You’ll let me fuck you however I want, won’t you?”