Her Twisted Pleasures (2 page)

Will crooked his finger at me, and I silently followed him back to the bedroom. He shut the door behind us and shoved me down on the bed. “You need to be punished, darlin’.”

I quivered as he fell on top of me, driving into me. No more teasing.

***

I woke up in our hotel room on soaking wet sheets. The air conditioner no longer rattled or cooled. The sun shone hot again, and Will’s arms were wrapped around me, sticking to my naked skin. “Where are we?”

“Ummm… Texas.” His eyes blinked open, and he saw my confusion. “You okay?”

“I had the weirdest dream.” I snuggled closer to him, feeling his heart beat steady under my cheek.

His hand slipped between my thighs. I was still wet. “Was it about him?”

“Yes.”

His heart beat faster against my side. “Be a good slut and tell me about it.” He smiled. “Don’t leave anything out.”

The glimmer in his eyes made me wonder what he was hoping for. Alex had invaded my sleep before—even hotter than this one. Will liked hearing all the dirty details.

Strange, but if it turned him on, what was the harm in telling him? Still, I never said Alex’s name.

“I got up for a drink and he was in the kitchen.”

“Were you naked?”

“Yes, but he wasn’t. He pinned me against the wall and fucked me.”

“Mmm… did you like

fucking another guy?” The hand between my legs probed my wet flesh, and his fingers slipped inside me.

“Yeah.” I smiled and sweat sprinkled my skin.

Will understood, like no one else ever had, my need for variety. I’d never been with anyone as long as I’d been with Will because… well, they soon bored me. He gave me free rein to flirt with anyone. I tried hard not to cross the line, but he never got mad, never showed any emotion at all.

Sometimes, he seemed to like it.

I dragged my mouth up his neck and flicked my tongue in his ear. “He made me come.” I smiled on his hot skin, knowing my dream orgasms would make him hard.

He groaned and draped my thigh over his hips, grinding his cock against my mound. “How many times?”

“Um….” I stalled, teasing him. “Twice.”

He kissed me, fucking my mouth with his tongue. “Was he fucking you both times?”

“No. The first time he was fingering my button.”

His amused smile told me he liked my silly words for my girl parts. “And he fucked you after that?” He teased my pink flesh with his cock.

I gnawed my lip and buried my face against his shoulder, nipping it. “Yes.”

“That’s my girl.” His cock slid inside me as his big hand cupped my ass and held my body against his.

My fingers tangled in Will’s long hair and I kissed him, moaning into his mouth and trying not to remember how Alex’s cock had felt in my dream. Would it feel that good in real life? No—don’t go there.

Then I remembered

something else—a new element in my dreams. What would Will think if he knew he was in it too? “You were watching us.”

“Whoa. Really?” His cock hardened, throbbing as it filled me. He rolled on top of me and plunged deep, kissing me while wrapping my legs around his.

“What did I do when he finished with you?”

The hottest part of my dream: Will catching me fucking another man, and not being angry—but turned on.

“You took me back to bed and said you had to punish me.”

“Did you like it?”

Fucking Alex, Will watching, or getting punished? “Yes.” My heart raced and my body caught fire. I loved it all—

having more than one man to explore my twisted pleasures.

“Did you like being a dirty slut?” He liked to call me a slut after hearing about my dreams.

That might not be a good thing, but he was lost in the moment so I let it go. “Yes.”

“How did I punish you?” He slowly stroked in and out while questioning me. Maybe holding back the pace helped him focus, but it drove me nuts.

“Didn’t get that far. I woke up.”

“Damn it.”

“But he told me I wanted more.” I felt his heart beat faster. “And he promised I’d get it.” I made that part up, but it did the trick.

Will picked up the pace, slamming into me with such force and passion that I wanted to take back my words. Was he angry? Did hearing about me sleeping with another guy—

even if just in a dream—make him lose control? I didn’t want to question it now, not with my brain melting out my ears.

“More. I want more.” I panted in his ear, not exactly sure which man I was talking to… or about. Greedy slut.

He groaned and planted his knees, kissing his way up my neck to my open mouth, his tongue wrestling with mine.

“You can have anything you want, baby.”

I wish. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked it back, exposing his ear. My lips moved, but the words weren’t mine. Or were they? “What if I said I want him?”

Oh my god, I am a slut!

Will growled and came. He shuddered as his hot juices spurted inside me. I’d always come first—he made sure of it —but I didn’t mind his coming first this time, because I’d made him lose control—something new, something different.

Oh, how I loved different.

My body trembled. I closed my eyes and felt him—Alex—

pinning me to the wall, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding and sticking. Someone watched —Will—staring at us, his blue eyes intense and dark. I shuddered and felt my hot juices dripping down our thighs. “Oh Allllll….”

Shit! Was I calling his name?

I bit my lip and tasted blood. It hurt, but I deserved it.

Will buried his face in my hair and tickled my neck with his tongue. He looked up and wiped my lip with his thumb.

“Did I do that to you?”

I shook my head, blinking back tears.

He kissed my cheek and lay beside me, holding me close.

“Let’s sleep in. We’re not in a hurry today.”

I nodded and let him sleep on my shoulder. Sunlight blazed through a gap in the curtains, throwing a spotlight on my tormented heart. I loved Will, but Alex…. Alex appealed to my darkest desires, my baser instincts—different, but also dangerous. And he was wrong, so wrong.

Alex was Will’s best friend.

Forbidden. I shouldn’t even think about him.

But I wanted him.

I’d never thought about cheating before. When a new guy sparked my interest, I just dumped the current guy.

Being with Will was

different; he spoiled me, indulged me. So did every other guy I’d dated, but unlike those others, Will understood and appreciated my needs.

When we’d met, I’d told him I didn’t want a long-term relationship.

He’d looked at me with a confident smile and just a touch of arrogance, and said, “You’re already mine, darlin’, and I’ll prove it to you.”

Woo boy, he had—in so many delicious ways. His bold challenge had aroused my stubborn resistance, and I refused to admit he’d won.

Alex possessed the same overconfident charm. He never took no for an answer, and always won—not above doing a little wrong when it suited him.

I’d heard rumors about him at the office. Some I believed without question, but some….

Everyone at the firm knew about the partners’ creative billing techniques and other suspicious activities.

We worked together, the only reason I hadn’t already slept with Alex, even though he had no problem breaking the firm’s rule about not dating co-workers or clients. A lot of women appreciated his cavalier disregard—including me.

But I couldn’t cheat. I just couldn’t. Not gonna happen.

I closed my eyes and dozed off, flirting with consciousness.

A part of my dream I didn’t tell Will about, a part I didn’t acknowledge until now, floated in the back of my mind and wouldn’t fade.

“Are you finished with her?”

Will’s stoic expression was unreadable.

Alex gave me that chilling smile. “For now.” He let go of me and stood back.

“I’m sorry, I….” I tried to cover my naked body.

“You wanted something different. I know.” Will smiled. “I understand.” He reached for me, but I stepped back. “Promise you’ll always come back to me.”

I took his hand.

Were dreams just random images or did they mean something? Was there some impossible chance Will might forgive me if I slept with another man? Did I dare risk finding out?

Not with Alex. Will’s friend, my co-worker—he was too dangerous. But he was new…

different… exciting.

That’s exactly why I wanted him.

Dirty Words

I flipped the kitchen light on and grabbed the nearest chair as a wave of blinding brightness nearly sent me to the floor. The drunken dizziness cleared after a couple seconds, and I searched the fridge for a bottle of water. My whiskey-drinking days had begun and ended last night…

er… this morning, I realized, by the time on the microwave clock. Ugh. 3 AM.

I leaned back against the counter and downed the bottle of water, hoping it would counteract the looming hangover.

“You look cute, Talia.”

I nearly dropped the water bottle. Of all the people who might have seen me in that kitchen—in nothing but a spaghetti strap tank top and string bikini underwear—why did it have to be him?

Alex Sheridan, hotshot attorney and youngest junior partner at the firm—he wasn’t even thirty yet—was the chair of the criminal defense department. He wasn’t my boss, technically. I worked as a paralegal for another lawyer in his department, but I still unofficially worked with the newest partner, my old boss Holland Spencer.

I’d told Holland over and over again that I didn’t want to be on his ‘team’ anymore, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I liked the money he paid me, so I kept doing it.

I’d been glad when Alex moved me to his department.

He turned me on—and scared me a little. He had connections, inside and outside the firm, with people who made the senior partners look like boy scouts.

Alex and Will both hailed from the South. They went to high school and college together, but Alex had come to Chicago for law school, and stayed. Will had transferred up here a little over a year ago, after his promotion to detective, and I met him at Alex’s Super Bowl party last winter.

We hung out with Alex a lot, but I never minded seeing him after work. He was pretty nice to look at. Okay—very nice.

I had a little crush on him, but so did every other woman in the department. Alex was a good lawyer because he got what he wanted. He

specialized in manipulation, plotting and scheming. The senior partners had their allseeing eyes on him. That

would’ve scared most people, but Alex didn’t seem to be afraid of anyone or anything.

His opponents, and even some of our clients, feared him.

E v e n I didn’t trust him entirely.

The firm had punished him once for violating its ethics rules. What a joke. Most of the partners, especially my ex-boss, didn’t bother with a little thing like obeying the law, and somehow Holland had sucked me into that gray area too.

Since Alex hadn’t made full partner, he was still subject to their regulations. Not that he cared.

Oh, hell yes, I was attracted to him—a notoriously single bad boy hiding a dark side behind his charming smile.

I glared at him across the kitchen table. “What are you doing up?” I should’ve run for cover, instead of letting him check me out.

He’d had a lot to drink too.

Maybe the firm’s ethics rules didn’t apply at three o’clock in the morning. Maybe our professional boundaries were as fuzzy as my brain.

I’d been with the same guy for almost a year, and it sure felt good to have someone new look at my body. I still loved Will… I just wanted some strange, too. That first-time rush was long gone for me and Will, but this attention from Alex excited me—something new and forbidden. His intense stare felt like insistent fingers on my skin. I couldn’t hide from him. My nipples tingled, and I didn’t have to touch myself to see if my girl parts dripped; I could feel it.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” His fiery gaze burned right through my shirt.

“I needed water.”

Alex had invited us over to watch football with a few other friends. Will and I had drunk too much, so Alex let us spend the night. We’d slept in his bedroom, leaving him to sleep somewhere else.

I could have sworn the boys exchanged devious glances when we said goodnight.

Probably just my imagination.

“I couldn’t sleep.” His head dropped back on the leather chair.

He was wearing nothing but his jeans; I had no idea his shoulders were so broad. I’d only ever seen him in a suit and tie, almost always with the top button of his shirt undone and his tie tugged loose. He seemed to chafe at ties.

His short brown hair stuck out in all directions, and his eyes—black in the dark living room, but I knew they were a startling blue—focused on me, following my every move as I walked toward him.

“I couldn’t shut off my brain.” He drawled when he spoke, his voice worn out and lazy.

“Happens to me all the time.” I sat down on the coffee table in front of him, catching a sly smile on his face as I pulled my knees together. “You get an idea in your head and it goes on and on.”

His gaze moved over my body.

Don’t let him look at you that way! I was sitting nearly naked with another man while the man I loved slept just down the hall. Why was I tempting someone else?

Alex’s eyes sparkled in the dark, and he licked his lips.

Maybe he was tempting me.

I sat too close to him, hoping he would touch me. What the hell are you thinking? Will touched me as much as I wanted. He couldn’t keep his hands off me, but I knew his hands too well. I wanted unfamiliar hands on my complacent skin.

“Is it okay if I sit on your table?”

His smile turned dangerous.

“You can put your sweet ass wherever you want.”

The first thing I learned in my law classes was that the most important concept in the legal profession was defining terms. Sexual harassment was defined as unwanted or unwelcome advances. Alex’s flirting was often playful and sometimes bold, but never unwanted or unwelcome. I gave it right back to him more often than not, but he maintained a professional demeanor at the office—unless we were alone.