Hot in the City 2: Sin City (16 page)

By the time the doors opened, Diana was back on her feet, shielding him from view again, but blessedly, there was no one waiting to get on. Stepping around her, he pushed the button for their floor. As soon as the elevator took off, though, he pushed the Emergency Stop button, bringing the car to a jarring halt.

She instantly turned to the wall again, lifting her skirt up over her ass and bracing herself against the mirror. “Fuck me. Hurry.” She sounded as excited and breathless as he felt.

Noting for the first time just what a lovely view the shiny, mirrored walls provided, Marc looked to the back of the elevator, watching them in profile as he reinserted his cock into that sweet pussy that was always so anxious to welcome him.

She arched her ass to give him easier entry and he reached around and fingered her swollen clit as he drove into her wet, tight hole. Together, they moved against one another in a perfect pounding motion and just as he said, “Oh, baby, this won’t take long,” he was there, on the brink, ready to come.

“Hold your skirt up, way up,” he warned as he pulled his cock out.

She followed his instructions and bent over, understanding what he was going to do. Holding his erection, pointing it at her gorgeous ass, he shot his come onto her, moaning and groaning as the pleasure racked him hard. She whimpered and cooed at the sensation, letting out a long, deep “Mmm,” when he took his hands and began to rub it in, moving his palms in big wide circles.

“Thought this might be easier,” he said, his voice raspy. “Didn’t want you to have come dripping down your legs when we get off the elevator. And I was too impatient for a condom.” In between her sighs of pleasure, he continued working the white semen into her skin.

Just then, the phone in the elevator rang. It was right next to Diana, so she snatched it up, even as he continued rubbing her moist ass.

“Yes, we’re fine,” she said into the phone, smiling over her shoulder at him.

On impulse, Marc reached around and began to rub her again, his fingers quickly locating her engorged clit.

She moved against him, gave him a look, and struggled to speak into the phone. “No, no idea what happened, it just stopped.” Her voice sounded sexy and breathy. Marc swirled his middle finger in wet circles over her sensitive little nub, the look on her face teetering precariously between pleasure and torture.

“Uh-huh,” she said into the phone. He could hear the repair guy explaining to her something about pulleys and cables. Her ass was mostly dry now, just sticky, which couldn’t be avoided. He kept rubbing, both in front and in back. She met the pressure of his finger in a hot, perfect rhythm, flicking her gaze away only when she had to attempt a response to the repairman. “Yeah, uh-huh, I understand.”

She shut her eyes in passion and grew wetter and wetter against his touch. “Yes, you’re right, it was very frightening.” Her sweet pussy thrust, thrust, thrust against his hand. “Thank you. Please hurry.”

The second she hung up, she braced herself against the wall, pumping rougher and rougher against his fingers, until she said, “God, now,” and bucked even harder. Pure pleasure washed over her face as she leaned back and moaned her release, long and complete, the sound seeming to echo around them.

When she sighed the conclusion of her climax, Marc felt sure she’d berate him for torturing her that way while she was on phone. But instead she only turned and reached for the hand that had stayed busy rubbing his semen into her ass. She lifted it to her mouth and sucked on his sticky fingers for a moment before she purred, “I’m so glad you came on me. This way I’ll feel you there all day.”

* * * * *

Diana was exhausted. It was no wonder, when she thought about it.

It only hit her when, late that afternoon, she left the catalog team with her laptop and sought out a quiet conference room where she could check her e-mail and make sure nothing was falling apart without her in the Baltimore office. Of course, as she’d predicted, she was occasionally reminded of her elevator tryst with Marc whenever she shifted in her chair and felt a little sticky, but she did manage to concentrate on the messages she read, among them, one from her boss back home:

All’s well here. As promised, I took over your desk, got Shyla involved, and made sure everything got done, so you don’t have to worry. Hope the catalog work is going well. Enjoy Vegas and have a drink for me.

Richard

She couldn’t help smiling—not only because it did ease her fears, but because Richard knew her well enough to know she’d be concerned. Although her Sin City adventures had been keeping her quite busy, she had found time to spare a thought for her job in Baltimore from time to time and couldn’t believe she’d waited this long to check her e-mail.

After reading all her messages, answering the ones she could, and leaving the ones that would require further action later, she was just about to close her e-mail program when a new message appeared there…from Marc. The subject line read:
Whips and Chains
. Intrigued, she grinned as she double-clicked to open it.

Now that I’ve got your attention…I don’t really own any whips and chains, but I’m still aching to see you in Sinsuous leather. How about a little “master and slave” tonight in your room?

Yes, she was exhausted, but how could a girl turn down such a hot invitation? Besides, she didn’t want to waste even one night with Marc, because who knew how long she’d be here. She couldn’t stay more than a week or two, given her usual job responsibilities. Richard couldn’t keep up with her tasks forever, after all. She typed a reply:

Who’s the master and who’s the slave?

She hit Send and a moment later had another message from the man sitting just down the hall.

Ever since we had that conversation about you feeling submissive, I’ve been in the mood to show you how dominant I can be. Can you handle it if I promise to be gentle?

She replied:

I can handle it even if you promise
not
to be gentle : )

Chapter Seven

Marc was late leaving the office that night. In addition to his responsibilities on the catalog team, he was still part of the marketing department, and the time spent working on the catalog the last few weeks had left little time for other tasks.

So as other people began trickling out at five, including Diana—who pulled him into a dark corner at one of the coffee stations to kiss him goodbye—he stayed behind and dealt with a few items that had gathered on his desk.

As he turned out the last lights in his area of the office, stepping through the door that led to the lobby, he saw Adrianna coming from her office in the other direction. As usual, his employer was impeccably groomed, looking sophisticated yet feminine in a fitted black suit with a simple white blouse underneath.

“Marc, how’s the catalog work progressing?”

“Great, actually. Diana’s input has really made us all see that we need another woman to replace Kelly.”

Adrianna offered her usual solemn, thin-lipped smile. “Yes, I suspected Diana would be gifted at understanding how to entice our customers.” She pushed the button for the elevator.

And Marc knew he should probably bite his tongue, but he couldn’t resist. “I hear she enticed you, too,” he said with a warm grin.

He’d never seen Adrianna blush and he didn’t see it now, either. However, her smile widened as she said, “To be frank, I’m surprised to hear she told anyone about our little…business meeting.”

Marc laughed. “Well, she and I are close.”

Adrianna raised her eyebrows. “Really? I didn’t realize.” The elevator arrived and as they both stepped inside, she asked, “Sexually? Or otherwise?”

Both
, he thought, but then reminded himself that Diana couldn’t be as crazy about him as he was about her or she wouldn’t be so set on going back home to Bradley and the good girl lifestyle. “Sexually.”

As the car began to descend, Adrianna said, “My, my, so it would appear we’re both quite taken with Miss Marsh.”

Again, he chuckled. “Quite.”

“I had actually hoped to catch her today before she left. I was going to ask her to dinner.”

He looked at his raven-haired superior. “For when?”

“Tonight.”

Now it was his turn to raise his eyebrows. “That’s not like you, Adrianna. Wasting time on a possible second strike-out.” It felt odd to suddenly be having this conversation with her, and now he wondered why he’d even started it. After all, he and Adrianna hadn’t discussed sex or anything that had to do with either of their personal lives since the day she’d hired him. It hadn’t been a stipulation of employment, just a routine they’d fallen into that had always worked. Why was he suddenly risking that?

She cast him an amused sideways glance. “Given that Miss Marsh’s assignment here is temporary, and that my briefcase is unusually light this evening, it seemed as if it were an opportunity presenting itself. Perhaps I’ll call her at her hotel.”

“Sorry,” he said with a matter-of-fact smile, “but she’s already busy tonight.”

As the elevator reached the ground floor, Adrianna stayed quiet, but let her gaze slide up and down his body in a way he recognized from long ago. His dick was already half-hard from continued thoughts of Diana, but Adrianna’s predatory look turned it even stiffer.

“You know, Marc, you and I haven’t played for a very long while…”

They both exited the elevator and proceeded across the building’s large lobby toward the revolving door that would lead them out into the Las Vegas heat. “And you’re suggesting?”

“A lovely ménage a trois, of course.”

Although Marc couldn’t quite believe it, he was actually almost ménage a trois-ed out. He’d really wanted to keep Diana to himself tonight, really wanted to share the whole evening—the talking, the laughing, the touching, the fucking—with her alone.

But Adrianna was a beautiful woman with a beautiful body, and no encounter he’d ever had with her had disappointed. It had been years now, but past liaisons returned fresh to his mind. And when Diana had told him about Adrianna’s attempted seduction—ah, the visions of two lovely female bodies in expensive lingerie that had danced through his head. Diana had seemed curious, and he’d sensed her almost prodding him to encourage her toward Adrianna.

As he’d told Diana last night regarding Carter, there would be other chances for them to be alone, but this particular moment, this particular opportunity, might not ever come back to them. And if he knew his hot, hungry little Diana, she wouldn’t object to another partner in the mix so long as she knew it got him hot.

“Well?” Adrianna said just before they stepped, one by one, into the revolving door.

The desert heat hit him squarely in the face on the other side and he shielded his eyes from the setting sun as he stopped to look at Adrianna. “Nine o’clock, at the Venetian. I’ll leave a note at the front desk with her room number.”

Adrianna looked pleased, but didn’t bother smiling—it was the same reaction she gave when a business deal came off just as successfully as she’d expected.

As Marc started up the sidewalk, leaving Adrianna to head in the other direction, he stopped and turned back. “Oh, and one more thing.”

His too casual words halted her steps and he strolled back toward her.

“She’ll be in Sinsuous leather tonight, so you should dress similarly. I’ll be the master, you two will be my sex slaves, doing whatever I say.”

Now she let her mouth curve into a small smile. “Be certain you enjoy this, Marc. Rarely does a man get to dominate me.”

* * * * *

When Diana got dressed for the evening, she felt positively wicked. She started with her favorite Sinsuous item, a black leather waist cincher that defined her curves, binding her from below her breasts to her hips. It was the perfect accoutrement for a night of sexual discipline since it hugged her so tightly and made her feel so confined. The woven leather choker she hooked around her neck served the same purpose, as did the leather g-string below when her flesh swelled within the fabric. Finally, she fastened a Sinsuous leather garter belt around her waist, up under the corset and panties, and attached black fishnet stockings. Looking in the mirror, she smiled, thinking she’d be the perfect little submissive tonight for her man.

Next she put on a simple but fitted strapless black leather dress, which zipped tightly enough up the side to support her boobs without a bra, sporting a hem that just concealed the tops of her stockings. Tall black boots, silver bangle bracelets, and large silver hoops at her earlobes completed the look. She felt so sinful by the time she was ready to go that she knew she was creaming her little black g-string.

Like the other night when she’d been going to meet Marc in her sexy red dress, this outfit garnered numerous masculine stares on the elevator and passing through the casino into the lobby.

At six-thirty on the dot, Marc was waiting at the door. She hopped in his car and they set off for a restaurant on the outskirts of town. “Started out strictly a biker bar,” he’d told her earlier, “but now it caters to both bikers and the local S&M crowd.”