Double Dare (17 page)

"Abby, I need to be inside you."

"You want me, now?" she asked, amazed.

His mouth twitched on one side. He nodded.

"Here?"

He gave her another nod.

"Right here," he said quietly, and his hand moved up and down against his pants, rubbing the bulk of his cock.

"But...how?"

Zac tried to control his breathing. The cab was pulled up at traffic lights. People were walking across the road in front of them. He fixed her eye with his, staring blatantly at her. She nodded, her lips softly parted. It was all the encouragement he needed.

The cab pulled away from the lights. "Pull into that alleyway," Zac instructed.

The driver grumbled but quickly hauled the vehicle into a narrow alley between two tall buildings, barely much bigger than the cab itself. He braked sharply just before making contact with the dumpsters housed there, pulled on the brake and turned round. "A little more notice would be helpful."

He stared at the fist full of money Zac was holding out to him.

"Get out of the cab and wait at the end of the street." It was an order.

"Hey, I'm not about to leave you with my cab, oh no, I'm not falling for that one."

"Take the keys then." It was said through gritted teeth. "Lock us in if you like. Just get the hell out for a few minutes."

The driver looked again at the sizeable amount of cash being offered.

Zac spied a packet of cigarettes on the dash. "A week's wages in return for taking a cigarette break?" he pointed out, harsh need biting into his blood.

The driver snatched the cash from his hand, grabbed his cigs and the car keys, tipped a salute to the pair of them and promptly left.

Zac glanced after him, watched him take up a sentry-like pose behind the car and light a cigarette, then slumped back in the seat, turning his attention to Abby once again.

She was sitting on the edge of the seat, looking dazed. Strands of her hair had fallen free from where it was clipped back high on her head. She opened his zipper and eyed his erection as if about to devour him. His cock twitched eagerly.

Her gaze rose to his. "Now?" She whispered.

He nodded, a dark thrill running through his veins. She looked so gorgeous, her arousal blatant in her expression, her lips parted, her pupils dilated. She reached to kiss him, her lips soft and lush, tender beneath his. Her scent intoxicated him. He wanted to hold her, forever.

Her fingers moved across his thigh to his cock, where it reared up from his shorts. Another wave of lust pooled in his groin as her head dropped towards his lap, her lips parting.

Zac mouthed a string of silent curses at the ceiling of the cab, as her lovely mouth closed over the engorged head of his cock. Her lips molded over its swollen tip, slowly sinking onto it, then her tongue swept over the surface while her fingers reached for his balls.

His hands fisted against the seat when she took it deep into her mouth, riding it in and out, her moves threatening to make him come far too quickly.

"I have to be inside you...Abby." He was desperate for her, angling his hips on the seat. "Give it to me. I want to feel you here, now." He pulled a condom from his pocket, his hands near useless as he tore it open. He managed to roll it on, one hand closing tight around his shaft, the other reaching for her.

She hauled her skirt up around her hips, her shoes dropping to the floor of the cab. She straddled him, her legs folding against the seat, her thighs enclosing his hips.

When she rose up in front of him, he pushed her chemise up and sucked heavily on her breasts. His hands rested at her waist as he moved over her nipples with his mouth.

She was wet, like honey, and his cock slid up against her clitoris, the full head of it rolling against the swollen nub. She opened her mouth wide and rubbed herself against the hard surface of his cock, catching the sensitive skin on the underside.

He breathed out loudly. Each sensation was inexorably tortuous and pleasurable. She led the head of his cock along the hot folds of skin that lined her sweet entrance and let it press home there, the flush of arousal heightening across her face and neck. Her perfume, heavy with musk and honeysuckle, was tempered with smell of her sex, as intoxicating as nectar to him.

An almost unbearable demand throbbed inside him and he drew her close, his hands around her waist.

She sank down onto him in one gliding movement and settled herself on his hips.

The pull of her body sucking in his cock was exquisite. He groaned, his head going back against the seat of the cab. He closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure of his cock thrusting up inside her tight sheath and he moved his hands from her waist over her breasts and up into her hair as it fell against him.

"Abby. Oh, Abby."

He groaned and she began to ride his shaft in regular movements, she gripped the back of the seat and freed her movements, grinding with determination.

"Oh yes," he said and gave a low laugh. The desperation had gone. The feeling had been replaced by outright pleasure. He sprawled on the seat, his hands resting on the bunched fabric of her skirt around her hips as she rode him with abandon, looking down at him with the laughter still on her face.

She stroked his hair. Her mouth opened as she rocked slightly and massaged the head of his cock deep inside her. He cupped her buttocks and leaned his face into her chest, every moment sending him closer to the edge. He wanted to lock her body to his. He bit his lip, he was going to come and he wanted to wait for her. He felt her begin to quiver and reach. He moved his head back to look at her again and his hands tightened on her waist.

"You fill me so well," she whispered, leaning over his face, and breathing the words to him, as her body sapped the strength from her voice.

He swelled further inside her at her words, his cock rigid, his balls in an iron grip. He was sweating from the intensity of the thumping orgasm building there.

She tilted her hips higher, clutching at him with her strong inner muscles.

"Oh sweet Abby, I'm going to come."

She flexed her back and worked her hips smoothly and rhythmically on him. He felt her cunt clamp.

When his cock began to reach, he crushed his face into her breasts and her arms enclosed his head there. He held her tightly and they did not separate, coming violently at the very same moment.

* * * *

Abby tottered back to her office and sat staring out at the skyline, trying to gather her faculties. It was fortunate she had done so much that morning. Zac's impromptu get-together had thrown her completely. In fact, she felt as if she'd been hauled onto the side of a fast moving train the week before and hadn't been able to put her feet down on the ground since.

He certainly wasn't predictable, and that thrilled her, but she knew there was more to it than that. She couldn't stop thinking about him. The sex was something else. She wanted to be locked up with him for a long time.

He fascinated her. His self-control seemed to be something that he could wear at will and was equally happy to fling aside. It didn't make any sense, although she didn't want to analyze it too deeply, enjoy it while it lasted.

She glanced at the time display on her monitor. Only a few hours to go and she'd be with him again.
And I've got an important report and release documents to prepare.

* * * *

Later that afternoon, Zac stood up from his desk, pacing as he waited for the documents Abby had mailed to print out. She had to have a signature by early morning to go for the recommended property in the auction. He glanced at his watch, calculating how much time he had. He had to get the papers out to his mother's house for her to sign, drop them at the couriers and get back to his apartment, before she arrived at nine. Luckily he'd asked her to come over later, anticipating something like this, and it was just about doable.

He lifted the first sheets of paper, scanning the details of the property she had selected for purchase. He couldn't withhold a smile. She certainly didn't play safe, but as she'd said in her proposal, it wasn't often an opportunity like this came onto the market. With only ten days for the account to run to renewal and even less until the meeting, he'd have assumed she'd be looking at something safer, something that would have been easier to assess what the long-term investment potential might be. She'd put together a superb proposal, though, including the heritage response on planning, suggested architects, costing, and the whole shebang.

Why? He went over it again and again, but couldn't fault it, other than it was a bit of a way-out project. It was an interesting choice, for sure, but not entirely practical in view of the short-term portfolio management. Mind you, she would be hoping for contract renewal on behalf of her company. Besides which, he couldn't point the finger. He'd taken on exactly the same sort of risks when he'd bought a rundown cinema, boarded up and rotting into decay, to convert into his dream venue, The Hub.

They had similar tastes in property, he mused.

He flicked on through the pages. She'd suggested two architects and both of their resumes were attached. Impressive stuff. She'd even included a quick reckoning of how long it would take to recoup the cost of conversion. After her exceptional trading on the stock exchange, which had saved them huge potential losses, it would be hard to find fault with her work.

Neither he nor Nathan had turned up anything other than positive information, and Nathan's feedback from the receptionist merely painted a picture of the woman he knew, a genuine livewire with talent and character, not someone with a hidden agenda.

She'd lied though, why? It kept niggling away at the back of his mind, screwing him up good and proper.

Right now there didn't seem to be a reason why he shouldn't agree to go for the castle, unless he was blinded to it by his intense need for her. He frowned at the scanned photo of the castle, then at the clock. The minutes were ticking by.

"Okay, lady," he murmured. "I'll get you your signature." Snatching up the rest of the papers, he grabbed his car keys and headed for the door.

Chapter Eight

Once he was sure that Abby had reached the end of the street, Nathan approached the door to the building and made his way swiftly towards the elevators. It was getting late and the place was all but deserted.

Suzanne grinned when she saw him. "Just the man I wanted to see."

Nathan darted a look down the corridor, which was in semi gloom. "On your own?" He wandered over to the desk, where she was sorting stuff in her backpack. Her computer screen was still on.

"Yes, everyone's gone home so I've just got to switch off here and activate the alarms and we can get on our way."

He watched as she tidied her desk and switched the screen off. She was wearing a pair of white hipsters and a pink top with a wavy hem that lifted every time she bent or moved, revealing her bare midriff. She made his mouth water.

Distracting himself, he did a survey of the reception area, his attention quickly snagged by a set of framed photographs on the wall.

Suzanne sidled alongside him. "I'll give you a run through of who's who, if you're curious."

Nestling her in front of him, he stroked her arms from her shoulders to her wrists. He bent to kiss the top of her head. He didn't tune in to what she was saying as she pointed along the photographs, naming names. He didn't care any more. He was here for her.

Her body against his felt warm and alive. It had his cock up and ready for action inside a heartbeat. He pressed against her back, letting her know. He bent his head. "I want to fuck you," he whispered against her ear

"I thought you wanted to look at photos." She glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling.

"Soon as I touched you, I was distracted."

She turned in his arms and ran her hands over his chest, squeezing his pecs as if measuring him. "We could do it here...now, before we go. A quickie?"

He flexed his muscles beneath her hands. "Sounds good to me."

"It would be naughty of me, doing the wild thing right here on the premises." She bit her lip, her eyes filled with mischief. She moved her hands to embrace his cock through his jeans.

The hot spot at the base of his spine was thudding. His balls were solid. The notion of 'doing the wild thing on the premises' had been intercepted by all his radars. Curving his hands around her breasts, he rested his thumbs against her nipples where they were sticking through the fabric of her top. "How about I put you over the reception counter and do you from behind? That way you can keep an eye on the door."