Moment of Weakness: One Moment, Book 1 (3 page)

Abby almost sighed in disappointment when he stepped to her side, although a low chuckle told her he hadn’t missed her reaction.

“Your room or mine?” He breathed close to her ear.

His room or hers? Room? What was wrong with the floor? Right here. Right now.

Abby swam up through the murky fog of desire, knowing her answer was vital.
Oh yeah. Rules.

“Yes. Room,” she agreed.

She let him propel her to the lobby and he came to a stop in front of the elevators. Abby pulled a few feet to the left where a small alcove beckoned. Now he was so close she didn’t want to wait another minute to taste him. She twisted around, her back hitting the wall as she tugged him closer.

Fuck. It felt good. So, so good. Heat exploded as their mouths fused, her tongue licking along the crease of his lips. He groaned, letting her in, momentarily giving in to her assault before gradually taking over. His arms wrapped about her and he pressed against her, pushing her further into the wall until the handrail bit into her ribs. Abby didn’t care—the sting of pain only added more fuel to her fire. Moisture slickened the tops of her thighs, drenching her panties, while the ache of need echoed from low in her belly.

She gave herself to his hot, delicious kiss, writhing against him as dark cravings clawed every inch of her body. Their tongues stroked and parried, creating rasping quivers of delight as she pushed closer, needing the hard reminder of his body to anchor her. His cock burned into her belly, her nipples fierce points of need straining against the confines of her clothes. She was addicted to the exquisite rasp of grinding into the solid heat of his chest.

His mouth left hers and Abby whimpered in frustration until she felt the trail of molten kisses tracing the triangle of skin beneath her chin. His head dipped lower, pleasure slamming through her as his mouth grazed her nipples through her shirt. Her legs trembled and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts upward, silently begging.

Marcus pulled away, his breathing ragged. “Your room?” His voice was hoarse, his eyes moonshine bright with lust.

Abby’s belly folded in on itself. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. “Not mine,” she told him, struggling to think. “Or yours.” A room was too intimate and she needed the advantage of neutral ground. More so against a man like Marcus. The room Abby had in mind would serve as a stark reminder this was just a game.

After all, a pawn was still a pawn, no matter where you placed him.

“Where then?” Marcus appeared barely restrained, locked halfway between shaking her and taking her where she stood. “I’m not into public displays, but I’ll have you right here if I have to.” His words sent another tremor of carnal pleasure straight through Abby. Her already-swollen clit pulsed with aching need.

Still, she paused to look at him through her lashes. “In the boardroom today, I imagined you naked. Wanting me.” She wasn’t lying. All day, Abby had been hyper-aware of Marcus sitting at the back of the room. The sight of the sexy consultant splayed confidently in his chair had snatched her attention more than once when it should have been on others things. Like Logan.

Fuck Logan.

She traced a finger down the line of buttons on Marcus’s shirt, lightly drawing her thumbs across his chest to feel his nipples harden to peaks. He flexed forward and a shot of need slammed through Abby as his cock hit her mound. It took every inch of self-control not to brush her thumbs against him again. Her hands drifted lower.

“Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing,” she whispered. She stopped at his belt buckle and lingered there.

Marcus’s eyes burned into her, revealing how right she was. “You want to go back to the boardroom?” He hesitated, frowning.

But he didn’t look completely disinterested. Abby gave a wicked little laugh that had flames licking in the depths of his eyes. Her nipples hardened impossibly tighter against the soft silken whispers of her shirt. Beneath her fingers, she could feel the hard, thickness of his cock.

“Yes. You’ll see,” she promised.

“Then let’s go.” Marcus sealed the deal with another kiss that left them both panting.

“One night only,” Abby reminded him as he tugged her out of the alcove.

“Agreed.” He met her stare. Then smirked. “Unless you ask for more.”

Abby smiled and the last of her tension ebbed away. “No chance,” she assured him. Marcus said nothing, but his smoldering look told her he wasn’t inclined to agree. She shook off the shiver of disquiet that burrowed into her chest. She had control of this. Not him.

Abby stopped at the front desk and caught the concierge’s attention. “The boardroom was hired for me earlier today. Abby Harkness from Crovens? I have a room here.” Another glance at Marcus and a smile curved her lips. “I wondered if it was still available? We’ll only need it for two…” She leveled another look at the man beside her, stopped and reassessed. “Make that three hours. After which, I’d like you to personally come and get me.”

She smiled to hide her sudden attack of nerves. Now that Abby was on the cusp of committing to a few hours with Marcus, the actuality of what she was doing sank in. Correction. Of what she was
about
to do. Abby squashed her doubts and concentrated on placing her signature on the dotted line. Marcus knew her rules. And it was rule number two she was desperate to get to. Mindless sex and lots of it.

She grabbed up the magnetic key card to hide the tremble in her fingers.

“Will you need the data projector or white board, Ms. Harkness?”

Abby paused to study the concierge and his question. Did he honestly have no idea what was going on?

“No, that’ll be all. Thank you,” she dismissed him, once more distracted.

With Marcus’s heat blazing at her back, Abby was eager to get down to business.

Chapter Three

Marcus shut the door behind the retreating concierge and snibbed the lock. He teased out the moment before turning around, the taste of heightened awareness curling through the air. Anticipation. Satisfaction. He had won.

When he finally twisted to face Abby, she didn’t let him down. She stood proudly despite the slight quiver that whispered down her limbs. Anticipation or nerves? Either way, Marcus would take care of her. He needed this too.

Abby’s chin rose as he continued to stare at her and he let his brazen gaze slide downward. A long, drawn-out pause at her breasts as he took in the stiffening points through her silky shirt. He ate up the sight, wanting to get to the soft, warm skin underneath. Still, he lingered, watching as her hands fisted and her body wound tighter with building expectation.

His eyes slipped further, almost able to see the desire he knew was soaking her pussy. Ready for him. Her hips moved forward. Inviting Marcus to grab her in his arms. He held himself back, taking the time to finish his measured stare, down her shapely calves to those dusky pink toenails.

“Meet your approval?” The tremor in her voice confirmed he was affecting her. Her chest heaved as if she couldn’t quite catch her breath, tension vibrating through every inch of her body.

“Oh, you always had my approval.” Marcus smiled.

A flicker of understanding sparked in her eyes as he stalked forward. She stumbled back until her ass hit the table. He stopped mere inches away and her body tensed as she waited. For him. Marcus drew it out for a long, strangled moment before reaching into his pocket to bring out a quarter. Her eyes flew to the coin, her look so intense he was surprised there weren’t flames dancing at his fingertips.

“Call it,” he said.

She glanced up to meet his eyes, before looking back to his hand. “What am I calling for?” She licked her lips in a nervous gesture. Marcus wanted to lick her right back.

He leaned forward, making sure he had every scrap of her attention before answering. “Whether I fuck you hard and fast.” Marcus enjoyed her quick intake of breath, his cock so tight it rubbed against his zipper in a rasp of painful pleasure. He swallowed back the rampant need to take her. Here. Now.

“Or?” Her voice was the barest whimper.

“Or whether I spend my first hour teasing you but not letting you come.” He spelled out the torturous alternative that would be the death of them both.

Abby’s eyes widened. She shook her head. “Can’t we just…”

“No.” He brushed his thumb across the coin and her eyes followed the caress. Her lips parted. They both knew that whatever he did, she wasn’t going to last long. “Personally, I want to fuck you now.”
Right fucking now.
Her tongue came out to touch her full bottom lip and he knew he wanted to fuck that pretty mouth too. His cock twitched and he fought back the groan building low in his chest. Later. “But this is a game, right?” he asked, watching as confusion clouded her features for a moment before her expression tightened and she nodded. “So, call it.”

Her brows furrowed in concentration and he could see her mind racing, trying to think of a way to stack the bet in her favor. A little huff of a sigh and she lifted her gaze to meet his.

“Heads, you fuck me first.”

It took every inch of control Marcus had not to launch himself at her. He acknowledged her choice and flicked the coin up. Together they watched it tumble over and over in a high spin. But before Marcus could catch it, Abby snatched it out of the air, quick as a snake and smacked it onto the back of her hand. She cupped her fingers over it and lifted them to peek. A wicked grin sliced across that luscious mouth as she hid the coin from view.

“Heads it is.” With a vixen’s laugh, Abby flung the coin over her shoulder. Neither of them turned to see where it landed.

Play time was over.

Before Abby could draw a breath, Marcus had her spinning toward the table. He pressed lightly on the small of her back, bending her over the thick slab of lacquered wood. Abby put her hands out to brace herself as he pulled at her hips, tilting her ass so it stuck high in the air. A rustle of cloth and the soft slap of half a dozen condom packs landing beside her.

Well, he was certainly prepared. She’d wondered why he’d ducked away while she’d been dealing with the concierge.

All other thoughts fled from Abby’s mind as his hands trailed up the outsides of her thighs to pull her skirt up. A hiss of appreciation as the material rounded her ass, exposing her to Marcus’s view. Abby squirmed, wet warmth dampening her crotch until she felt it slicken her thighs. He stripped her lacy panties down to her ankles and she stepped out of them to widen her stance.

“Fuck.” Marcus grunted in appreciation. The slither of his pants sliding down his legs was followed by the snap of a condom. Then one hand grasped her.

A rush of excitement caught Abby in its grip. Oh, God, this was going to be…

Ahh.
The blunt tip of his cock swirled around the wet temptation of her sex and her muscles tightened. She was close, so close. His hands gripped her hips.

“Are you ready?”

It was Marcus’s only warning before he pushed deep inside. He pulled Abby back at the same time until his cock was fully sheathed. Her breath rushed out on a low moan of pleasure. She’d never felt so full. Stretched tight. Completed.

“More.” She gasped out a demand as he stopped for a beat.

Behind her, Marcus’s breath released. He pulled out until the head of his cock rested just inside her again. Small rocking movements rubbed the slickened bulb against her. Teasing her. A whimper forced itself from between Abby’s teeth and she tried to push herself onto him to ease her hunger.

“More,” she gritted out.

“Anything you say.” Marcus agreed to her demands and his fingers tightened.

He buried himself inside her again, the deep slide followed by a rush of exquisite pleasure. Abby adjusted her grip, pushing against the edge of the table to meet him. He pistoned in and out, his hips thrust faster, growls rumbling in his chest in time to his unrelenting pace. No time to think, breathe, do anything other than let surge after surge of carnal pleasure crash over her. Consume her.

Her muscles tightened, gathering for the perfect storm as sensations flooded so fast she was coming right then. Marcus didn’t stop at her cry. He rode her through the cresting waves, hitting the spot deep inside, over and over. Her breath came in quick pants. Abby couldn’t stop, didn’t want to as the pressure built again and she became trapped in a sweet, sensual web, close to plunging down and losing herself.

Without pausing, Marcus wrapped his arm low around her stomach, his hand finding its way unerringly to her clit. She jerked back, her ass slamming into him so hard she could feel the slap of his balls against her thigh. Her gaze caught on the erotic sight of his arm disappearing under her skirt.

“Again,” he growled. His clever fingers flicked across that tight nub of nerves, pressing, and releasing. Her legs started to shake, pleasure riding hard across her body.

Abby ground herself against him, her teeth clenched as she spasmed around his cock, holding him tight inside her. He went over the edge too, his pace stuttering until he gave one last final thrust. She could feel his cock as it pulsed and twitched deep in her pussy. Abby thought her legs might give out and only Marcus’s arm holding her kept her sliding to the floor. The sound of their heavy breaths filled the room.

“Good.” She finally managed to squeeze out a word.

“Damn good.” She heard the smile of satisfaction in his voice. He withdrew and turned her around to plant a kiss on her lips that was both sweet and promised more to come.

“Now it’s time for tails,” he said with a grin.

Abby wasn’t about to argue.

Marcus lifted her to the boardroom table. The cool surface felt good against her heated buttocks. Only a few hours earlier, it’d been her financial sheets spread across this table—that was the last coherent thought Abby had as Marcus stepped between her legs. One hand wrapped in her hair and he tilted her head to kiss the hell out of her mouth. She clasped her arms around his neck and tumbled into his quickening storm.

“Wha…” Abby huffed in disappointment when he stepped back far too soon.

“Take it off,” he said, his fingers tweaking at her nipples through her clothing. Desire speared her belly and she sat up straight, her breasts thrust forward in silent invitation.

Marcus flicked open the top button of her shirt. “Off,” he demanded.

Abby was as eager to have his skin against hers as he was to touch it, but she stilled as he bent to remove his shoes and shuck his pants. She held her breath, mesmerized by the tight pucker of his ass and the tantalizing glimpse of his balls peeking out between his legs. Marcus took his time, seemingly aware that her eyes ate him up as he slowly turned around. By the look of his sizeable hard-on, he was more than ready to go again. Abby too. She reached greedily for his cock but he shook his head, a smile flirting about his lips.

“Undress first,” he reminded her.

Abby ripped a button trying to get her damn shirt off. And all the time, she watched him take off his clothes, biting her lip as his muscled chest emerged inch by magnificent inch.

He placed a chair sideways to the table, then another mirroring it on her other side with a gap in between. As soon as she was naked, bar the skirt rucked around her waist, Marcus lifted her legs, placing each foot in the middle of each chair so she was spread wide with her pelvis tilted toward him. His eyes gleamed as they drank in the sight, a growl ripping across the air, making her juices run.

“God, I want to eat that.” He licked his lips, his cock bobbing in agreement. “But first these.” He smudged a thumb across one nipple. Starved of attention, her body reacted instantly, so sensitive it was like one hundred fingers brushing against her.

He lowered his head and Abby cried out at the first luxuriant lick of his tongue. He took turns suckling each breast and the sweet pleasure built to a hard, desperate ache. Spread out like a banquet, she writhed beneath him as Marcus ignited an erotic firestorm of sensation with his mouth. Just when Abby thought she couldn’t take it any longer, his hands snaked around her hips and his thumbs drew a line down her inner thighs to spread her legs farther. Ready.

“Touch me.” She gasped out her demands when his fingers once again feathered close to her clit.

“Anything you say.” His mouth left a trail of molten caresses across her stomach, tasting, licking…learning.

Abby’s head fell back, her body arching as his tongue rasped across her clitoris. He lapped at her, licking and sucking between her glistening folds. Wet, lip-smacking sounds. His hair tickled the inside of her thighs and rubbed across her skin like silken cloth, while his low purr of satisfaction added to the sensory overload threatening to tug Abby into the undertow. The unrelenting tide of pleasure pressed against her, inside her, a cataclysmic need that would blow her apart.

“Fuck. Me. Now.” She almost screamed, not caring who heard her. She just needed him inside her. Now.

A pause followed the sound of foil ripping, then Marcus eased inside to fill her. Abby sobbed in relief, the sensation so…perfect. She clutched at his shoulders, content for that one moment to hold him close. Content. She stiffened, but he’d started to move again and the thought evaporated, forgotten as he rode her, spurring her on with urgent murmurs that caressed as surely as if his hands were tracing words across her skin.

He took his time, ensuring she could feel every inch of his hard length as he glided into her. Slid out. Again. His expression of utter pleasure rebounded back to Abby, intensifying each sensation. A low moan eased from her lips. Marcus’s eyes flared and his breathing quickened. A moment later, so did the pace of his thrusts until he pounded into her mercilessly. Each time he buried himself deep, a twist of his hips had his pubic bone pressing against her clit.

It was too much. Abby’s muscles squeezed tight around him and her orgasm hit. Marcus came with her and their cries mingled. The room became quiet and he gathered her to him, his head burrowing into her shoulder, lips brushing against her skin. Abby shuddered, relaxing into his embrace before she remembered where she was. Who she was with. She jerked back out of his hold, putting distance between them when all she wanted to do was grab on tight and not let go.

Marcus’s brow raised and that perceptive smile flirted with his cloudy, brown eyes.

She couldn’t match his stare.

“Sit,” she ordered. It was her turn.

Abby planted her hand on Marcus’s chest and he allowed himself to be guided until the backs of his knees hit the seat. He sat and stretched his legs, catching the admiring look as her eyes slid like butter up and down the length of his body.

It did nothing to alleviate the growing tension as he bucked against her orders. While a small part of him was intrigued by Abby’s power play, he wasn’t altogether comfortable with her being in control.

“I’m the CEO of several companies, you know,” he said with a snap of his teeth. “Nobody tells me what to do unless I invite them to.”

Abby barely acknowledged him. She continued to dig in the detritus of her clothes until she found her panties. One high heel followed the other. Her gaze scorched a path across his body, sparking off his nipples, blazing down his stomach to rest at his crotch. Stirrings of lust nudged at his quickly forming erection.

“Not even in bed?” Her brow arched, mocking him as she looked at him through a curtain of flaming red hair.

He scowled. “Especially not in bed.”

Abby gifted him with a small smile. She leisurely strapped on her heels then struck a pose in front of the screen where hours earlier she’d expounded Crovens’s taxation solutions. She’d been professional then, a no-nonsense consultant clipping out answers to the directors with barely a flicker of nerves. Which had been a serious turn-on for Marcus. Now, in nothing but a G-string and fuckable heels, Abby was a mind-explosion.

“So, let’s talk about what I can do for you.” She repeated the opening words she’d delivered in her report this afternoon.