Hers for the Evening (31 page)

Simon had few limits, and Isabel appreciated that. Animal acts, thankfully, had never been one of her suggestions. He’d never followed through on the Great Dane, one of the few times he’d failed to accommodate a woman’s request.

In contrast, what he wanted was almost vanilla. “I need a male submissive for a lady friend.”

He could hear the light drum of Isabel’s fingers on her desktop. “What’s the level of pain involved?”

Isabel did have one or two courtesans who enjoyed a high degree of physical and mental abuse. It was a need some people had, and she found clients who wanted to fill the role. She wasn’t comfortable with violence or humiliation herself. It didn’t do anything for Simon either. “No pain. He needs to be willing to let my lady take him with a dildo and give her a lot of oral pleasure. I’ll say when he gets to stop.”

“Your lady?” A curious note laced her voice.

He hadn’t meant for it to slip through, but neither would he deny it. “Mine,”

he confirmed.

“Well, well, well, Simon, you have indeed managed to shock me. I never thought I’d see the day.”

“She’s special, and this needs to be special.”

“Tell me more about her so I can make the perfect match.” Isabel was all about the perfect match. It was a point of honor with her.

“She’s petite and requires someone of medium height and build, preferably older, my age, bald.” He stopped midstream, realizing he’d described Artie, and felt the rightness of it in his gut. He wondered if Artie had ever worshipped 205

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Haley’s body the way she deserved. Simon had the feeling the answer was no. Well, he would make Artie worship her, even if it was an illusion. “I want him to be fifty years old, five ten, one-hundred-eighty pounds, brown eyes, and bald.”

“And a submissive? That’s a tall order, Simon. Seriously, at that age, they’re somewhat more dominant.”

“I know you can find one. He doesn’t have to be a submissive. He merely needs to be willing to follow all my instructions in how I want him to pleasure her and allow her to use the dildo on him.”

“I love the way you say ‘merely.’ ” She sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Bless her heart. Isabel always made it sound as if he was asking for the moon so that when she came through, she looked like a miracle worker. “I’d like to arrange ASAP. The sooner the better.” He didn’t want to give Haley enough time to change her mind.

“Ooh. Desperate to impress, are we, darling?”

He chuckled even as something ached around his heart. “You have no idea.”

“Then I simply can’t fail you, can I.”

Isabel rarely did. Never say never, she’d had a couple of royal fuckups or she wouldn’t be human, but for him, she’d always come through. Sometimes he wondered what thing in her past had driven her to the life she’d chosen. Perhaps she’d had a love affair gone bad, but that explanation seemed too trite. Yet there were times she’d gone thoughtful on him, out of the moment, as if he reminded her of someone. He’d never been quite sure whether that was a good or bad thing for her.

“Simon, if she’s the one, I hope this works for you.”

“She is the one.”

He just wasn’t sure anything would work with Haley. It might have been too late the day Artie died fucking another woman in Simon’s bed. 206

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6

FRIDAY MORNING, HALEY’S CELL PHONE VIBRATED WITH A TEXT message.

“Come into my office, baby. I need to bend you over my desk and fuck you bad.”

Simon. He’d been texting naughty messages since Monday. From his truck, a job site, when he was out to lunch, late at night, and yes, even from his office. Sexting, he called it. She called it foreplay, part of the mindfuck he was so good at. She’d been in a constant state of arousal since she’d agreed to this “date.”

His sexy missives kept her high, so that she didn’t rethink, worry, or change her mind. She never replied, she never complied, but she didn’t delete the texts, either. At night, alone in bed, she’d read them all again and masturbate to the emotions he evoked.

Five minutes after he’d sexted her, he appeared by the break room door.

“Need a mocha?” A sexy, naughty, shit-eating grin spread across his face. Haley glanced at Saskia, who noticed nothing untoward in Simon’s behavior. Saskia didn’t like coffee drinks.

“No, thanks,” Haley said. “Don’t you have a project to get to or something?”

“I wanted a mocha for the road.” He smirked. “You make them best.” He was not generally a mocha man. Until this week, when he kept yanking her away from her work so he could get her alone in the break room.

“I’m busy, Simon.”

“Come on, Haley,” he whined like a fractious little boy. “I need your help.” He glanced at Saskia’s back as she turned away to answer a call, then he winked and crooked his finger.

She shouldn’t. They were supposed to have one date, one time only. All this sexting and foreplay and mindfucking wasn’t supposed to be a part of it. She liked it too much. It made her feel sexy and desired, beautiful and wanted. She followed him into the break room as if she had no will of her own. That’s exactly what she’d revealed to him in all those e-mails last Sunday night, that she needed a man to take control.

Simon was already tamping the coffee. Somehow all his muscles came into play, even his ass flexed. She couldn’t count the number of times she’d sneaked a peek of his butt over the last week. He’d been in the office a lot more than 207

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usual. On purpose, she was sure.

“You’re incorrigible,” she muttered as she poured water into the small carafe.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”

He closed in on her and Haley pointed to the refrigerator. “Milk, please.”

“I love it when you order me around, sweetheart.”

She couldn’t help smiling. “Would you stop?”

He flirted nonstop as they got everything ready. When Simon turned on his charm, he could make a woman melt into a puddle at his feet. The rich espresso brew reached the steam line on the carafe, and she opened the valve to froth the milk. Simon was right behind her, crowding her against the counter, touching her with his heat. She couldn’t concentrate enough to steam the milk, something she’d done a thousand times.

“You were supposed to come into my office,” Simon whispered at her ear.

“You are not supposed to send me dirty texts while we’re at work,” she answered sternly.

“I wouldn’t have to if you’d come into my office and sucked my cock before Saskia arrived.”

Haley laughed. Simon felt the rhythm of it vibrate against his chest, setting off shock waves through his body. She felt so damn good. He had no comparisons from his past; he’d found no one like her. He’d been hard since Monday. Now, now, now, his body screamed at him. Take her, fuck her, make her yours. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Although he’d been having so much damn fun seducing her with text messages. Even if she didn’t answer, his words had made her hot and wet. All he had to do was walk into a room and he could scent her on the air.

Sex first, love later. He would wear her down.

“Tonight.” He rubbed his hips against her, letting her feel the rock of his cock. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”

Haley froze. Her body tensed where moments before she’d been pliable and, oh, so very fuckable. “Tonight? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was looking for the right person. I’m telling you as soon as I got word.”

“Yes, but—”

He bent down to swipe his tongue along her earlobe. It shut her up.

“Tonight,” he murmured again, his breath caressing her ear. “You wanted it, I got it for you. You don’t really want to back out now.”

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The milk frothed, she shut off the steam valve and set the carafe on the counter.

He would not let her back out. This meant too much to him. The sexting was fun, sexy, the plans for tonight hot, exciting. Ultimately, this was all about getting her to see she needed him as much as he needed her. So he couldn’t let her change her mind.

“This is probably your only chance to make your fantasy come true.” He bracketed her with both arms against the counter, trapping her against him, seducing her with his body and her own desires. “You want it bad.”

He heard and felt her swallow, smelled the musk of her arousal. He touched her hand, tracing his index finger over her skin. “You can’t imagine how good this will feel. Two men doing anything and everything you’ve ever dreamed about. At their mercy. Being forced to let them make you come over and over.”

Hell, he was seducing himself. “Say yes, Haley.”

The phone rang in the outer office. Saskia called out in a lilting bellow,

“Haley, it’s Mr. Redmond from Primo Lumber.”

“I’ll be right there,” she called.

“Tonight,” he insisted. “I’ll be at your house at eight.”

She elbowed him. He backed off. By the time he left for the inspection he had out in Portola Valley, she still hadn’t said yes. In his favor, she hadn’t said no, either.

He texted as soon as the building inspector left. “There’s a kitchen island I dream of putting you on so I can pull down your panties and make you come with my tongue.”

She didn’t answer.

“I need your come on my lips,” he keyed as he waited at a red light. She ignored him.

“You’re so fucking hot in those tight jeans,” he sexted over lunch, “and that tissue-paper-thin T-shirt that shows your nipples.”

He imagined his messages set her pilot light burning. At eight that night, when he pulled into her drive, the rush of relief turned him lightheaded.

She was waiting for him dressed in a tight black skirt and hot red top that screamed she was ready for action.

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SIMON DROVE THE DODGE RAM WITH HIS USUAL CASUAL EXPERTISE. Haley had been too jittery to do the driving. Besides, the rugged manliness of the Ram appealed to her. He wore all black, jeans molded to the shape and thickness of his cock, black button-down workshirt, and his tan, steel-toed boots. He was hot, he was primal. Her body shuddered with the need to be taken by him. His sexting made her nuts. She hadn’t gotten a thing done all day, and she’d left the office early. She’d soaked in the tub with a glass of wine to ease her tension. Along with the sexual excitement, there were also nerves rattling all over the place. She’d let her hands wander between her legs, rubbing lightly, riding the edge without falling off. That, too, eased the nerves while pulsing her excitement higher.

Simon took the winding curves of the mountain road easily. She turned in her seat, hooking one leg beneath her. “Where are we going?”

“A friend’s house.”

One goose bump rose in agitation. “Will your friend be there? Is that who’s going to . . .” She searched for the right description. “The man who’s going to help you entertain me?”

He laughed. She always felt Simon’s deep, sexy laugh in the pit of her stomach.

Simon trailed a finger down her nose. “He is not going to be the one who spreads your legs and licks your sweet, delectable pussy until you flood his mouth with all your delicious come juice.”

She blushed. He’d been saying things like that for days in his sexting, but it was different here face-to-face in the cab of his truck with the moon shining down through the trees. More intimate.

“My friend is letting me borrow his house because he has the necessary equipment.”

A shiver traveled her spine. “Equipment?”

He reached out to stroke a knuckle over her cheek. “Don’t worry. I won’t make you use all of it.” He winked in the dark. “Just certain things you asked for.”

Damn. What had she asked for? All she remembered was wanting to be tied to the bed. In her frenzied e-mails, had she expressed an interest for—gulp—

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Making a turn into a driveway, he grabbed a remote off the dashboard and opened the massive metal gate electronically. Driving through, he activated it again, enclosing them in the deep dark woods, only a row of ground-level garden lights and his high-beams pointing the way down the steep drive. The house appeared around the next bend, a magnificent A-framed structure that seemed to cling to the side of the mountain. Simon parked and shut off the engine, the lines of his face tense in the dimness of the cab. “You can change your mind.”

She knew he didn’t want her to. He’d intentionally seduced and teased her all week so she’d be too crazed to stop now. It touched her that he still offered.

“Once we’re inside, you’re mine.”

The ownership in his tone sent a thrill straight to her belly. This was what she’d imagined in her fantasies. Total possession. She’d never dreamed it would be Simon.

That still terrified her. What about tomorrow? What about work on Monday?

“Last chance, Haley.”

She glanced once more at the house, then back to him. “I’m not changing my mind.”

His breath shot out as if he’d been holding it. Yanking on the door handle, he came round to her side and took her hand to help her down from the truck. Unlocking the front door, he stepped aside, sweeping his hand out to allow her entry first. The back of the house was all windows opening to a magnificent view of the forest shimmering in moonlight. A huge loft overlooked the living room, a kitchen and dining area to the left.