Cornered (3 page)

I
nip
ped
her neck
,
resting
my hands on her waist to guide her as she
moved
. “Mm-hmm… And then she woulda caught us…”

“I
—”

I swe
p
t
a thumb over her clit, effectively cutting her off mid-sentence. Trembling, she
cried
out a little too loudly, and I drag
ged
her
head
down to m
ine
, kissing her
to muffle any further moans.

All attempts at communication cease
d from that moment. There was
onl
y the liquid darkness around us,
the hea
t of skin on skin
.
I’d
watched
Sian
dance
countless times
when we’d gone out clubbing
, and the thought that she must
be
fantastic in bed had
strayed across my mind
more than once
. Th
e way she
’d
moved to the music
had
just
been
too rhythmically suggestive to indicate otherwise, and right
then, she wa
s confirming all my suspicions.

The movements of her hips
were
hard
, fast, yet controlled—
she k
new exactly where she wanted me
and she didn’t
hesitate to put me there, driving me half out of my mind in the process.

At first, I tried
to keep one ear open for the sound of approaching
footsteps, but the way she felt
… I couldn’t
have
move
d
away from her even if
someone
had
open
ed
the door and stare
d
right at
us.
I was
past the point of caring, and all of my focus wa
s concentrated on
our interlocked bodies
.

Shaking with need, she pressed
her forehead against mine, ga
sping my name. Knowing what she wa
s pleading for, I stroke
d
my fingers over her clit faster and harder, rewarded by a quick, shallow gasp followed
by a moan she only just managed
to bite back.
She was
right
there with me at the edge
, and I buck
ed
up against her hard, tr
ying to tip her over before I was
spent.

She spiralled
into her climax with a tiny cry, clutching
my shoulders tightly as she rode
it out, and I relish
ed
the sensation
of her release
,
finally allowing
myself to join her. My mind
went
blank, emptying out for a few sear
ing, pulsing seconds, and I buried
my face against
Sian
’s neck, inhaling her perfum
e deeply while she gave
a
soft
, satisfied giggle.

Breathing hard, I dre
w her tightly against me, my pounding heart
keeping pace with hers. She ran
a hand through my hair, and we both drift
ed
on a lazy current of satisfaction, pressing occasional light kisses to each other’s necks, shoulders and faces.

“That was…”
Sian
trailed
off, and I
could
read the smile in her voice.

“Uh-huh,” I agree
d
, running my fingers down her cheek
, finding her lips and leanin
g in to possess them. The kiss wa
s slow, soft and unhu
rried, and she responded
in kind with almost intangible flicks of her tongue against mine, tempting me skilfully.

“
Wanna cut class
?” she breathe
d
against my lips
, and I ga
ve her one final kiss before breaking away with a grin she
couldn’t
see.

“
I don’t think my grades will suffer too much
.” I tap
ped
her thigh, signalling that we should
move, and she reluctantly dragged
herself to her feet. The darkness
wa
s so complete that
once she was no longer touching me, I had
no
way to determine where she was
.
I bega
n to straighten myself up as well as I
could
while sightless,
and
her soft, amused curse oriented
me a little. “What?”

“You tore my panties.” F
ar from being put out, she seemed
delighted by this development.

I did
n’t bother to apologi
se. “We’re going right back to your dorm.
”

“Lucky for
you,” she told
me, stepping back into my arms for a brief, affectionate kiss. “And I sure hope
Kate
got to class okay
, or
the rest of our class
are gonna think it was her you dragged in here…”

Wincing at the thought, I nudge
d
her toward the other end of the room. “I didn’t drag. You walked.
Pretty quickly, as I recall.
”

“Semantics,” she retorted
dismissively, cracking open the storeroom door and peeking out into the hallway. “I think we’re safe.”

I
had
almost remembered how to think rationally, and I put a hand out to stop her. “You head back to your
room
. I’ll follow in a couple of minutes.
That way, if one of us runs into one of the lecturers we’ll look less guilty if neither of us shows up.
”

Nodding, she leaned
out to double-check the coast
was clear, and then glanced
back at me. “How do I look?”

In the half-light, I look
ed her over. Her hair wa
s a little dishevelled, and h
er torn
panties we
re bunched up in one fist, but she’d pass a cu
rsory inspection. And god, she was
beautiful. “Like I should
just drag you back in here right now.
”

Grinning wickedly, she reached
out to adjust my shirt collar. “Patience,
Ryan
… we don’t wanna get caught for real.
” With another swift
peek
out into the corridor, she leaned
in and kissed
me one last time. “See you
soon
.”

I watch
ed
her
casually walk
down toward
s
the
exit
, her hips swaying
a little too muc
h for it to be accidental. She was teasing me, and it did
n’t help to know that u
nderneath that tiny skirt, she wasn’t
wearing any underwear.

Turning my mind to the task at hand, I check
ed
my clothing and wait
ed a couple of minutes.
Then, moving quickly
but as
nonchalantly
as I could
, I vacate
d
the storeroom and mad
e for the
exit
Sian
had disappeared through.

A few minutes later, I knocked on
her dorm room
door.
When she answered, the first things I noticed were that s
he’d
re-tied her hair and applied b
urgundy lip
gloss that just begged
to be licked away.

She smiled
in welcome
and stepped back to let me in with a
mischievous sideways glance. “Hey.”

“You find spare underwear?”

“Maybe,” she teased,
lifting
one eyebrow suggestively. “Maybe not.
Come and find out.
”

She didn’t need to tell me twice.

New and naïve…

When Nell starts work for the Cassidy Corporation’s marketing team, she doesn’t expect to give offence to the CEO’s young, gorgeous and enigmatic son during her first day. Sure she’ll be fired by the end of the week, she instead finds herself pinned up against the stairwell wall two days later, with his lips on hers…

Confused, yet curious…

It seems there are two sides to tall, dark and delicious Marc Cassidy, and something in Nell is calling the dominant in him to the fore. He wants her for his own, and he’s not afraid to show her how he feels. Though she tries to resist the intense chemistry between them, neither of them is convinced by her half-hearted protests, and it’s not long until Nell is plunged into the heady, unfamiliar world of sexual submission. Can she obey his orders and figure out if what she feels is more than just pure desire, and maybe unravel the mystery that is Marc Cassidy in the process?

HOT, RICH AND DOMINANT

Amy Valenti

Chapter One

Lunch in the cafeteria on your first day anywhere is a rite of passage—and it seemed that extended as far as my first day at the Cassidy Corporation. It wasn’t quite as bad as high school, with its tables of jocks, nerds, cheerleaders and angry misfit kids, but it was close. Even though there were no defining visual characteristics to the seating arrangements, I was willing to bet people wouldn’t take kindly to being interrupted by a new graduate intern who didn’t know the status quo.

“Let me guess—you’re new.”

The voice at my elbow startled me, and I smiled self-consciously. “I have that ‘deer in headlights’ look, huh?”

Then I actually registered what the guy next to me looked like, and heat crept over my skin. He was the kind of guy you gaze at from afar and wonder how you’ll ever get him to notice you—darkly handsome, snappily dressed in a suit that was tailored
just
right, with eyes that were good-humoured rather than arrogant. One stray lock of dark hair had fallen into his eyes in a way that just made me want to brush it away and then kiss him senseless.

Whoa, girl. Get it together!

“Not so much ‘deer in headlights’ as ‘first-day nerves’. C’mon. Sit with me.”

More than a little charmed, I followed him over to one of the two-seater tables over by the window. The city view was breathtaking from here, and the cafeteria was only halfway up the skyscraper that housed the Cassidy Corporation.

As I set down my pre-packaged sandwich, apple and candy bar, the guy spoke, holding out his hand. “I’m Marc.”

I shook it, hoping it didn’t show that at his touch, electric sparks zinged their way from my hand to my nipples and between my legs. “Eleanor—you can call me Nell.”

“Good to meet you, Nell.” He gestured for me to take a seat, then sat opposite me with a warm smile that melted the knot of anxiety in my stomach and sent liquid pooling in my panties. “How are you finding CassidyCorp?”

A whole lot better now I’m talking to you…

“So far? A whirlwind of forms and introductions. I’ve met more people and signed more paperwork today than I ever have in my life.” I shrugged. “But I’m excited to start working. I’m the new grad intern.”

Recognition dawned on his face, and he raised an eyebrow. The effect was just too hot for words. “You’ll be working with Stella on the anti-vivisection marketing.”

I’d met the woman earlier today, and she’d seemed nice. Busy, but nice. “Yeah. Wow. Grapevine travels fast. I’ve only been here since nine this morning.”

Something close to a secretive smile tugged at his lips. “I have my ways of knowing things.”

Before I could ask more, he gestured for me to eat and changed the subject. “So… met the big boss yet?”

I tried to remember what I knew about Elliot Cassidy. Apart from the fact he was the CEO and a millionaire—no, wait, a
billionaire
—I was coming up blank. He hadn’t had anything to do with the process of hiring me. “Mr. Cassidy? God, no. I shouldn’t think I will, either—he’ll be way too busy to pay attention to the likes of me. High-powered deals and keeping the company running, or whatever.”