Risk & Reward (2 page)

“Tell me. So I’m clear. Is this what you would do on the plane?”

“Yes.”

He thrust hard enough to make her breasts jiggle. “And this?”

“Yes.”

“But anybody could have seen you.” His thumb dipped inside her, gathering moisture. “The man sitting next to you. The flight attendant. They would have known how hungry this pussy is.”

“I was… Oh God.”

He pinched her clit hard. “You were what?”

“Careful.”

“And did you come on that plane, you dirty little slut?”

The words were a barely audible growl, but she heard every drop of appreciation in them. “Yes, sir.”

“Hmm.” In the next instant, his hand was gone from between her legs. She opened her eyes to find him carelessly using her discarded shirt to wipe his fingers clean before he sat back against the seat. “Then I suppose you don’t need to be fucked right now.”

He was kidding. He had to be kidding. “What?”

“You’ve already taken care of yourself. On the plane.”

She licked her lips, desperate to have his hand back on her, in her. “I was kidding.” Yeah, she’d gone panty-less, but it had been an impulsive whim, in the restroom after she’d landed, and mainly to get in the sexy mood for Wyatt.

“I, however,” he said, as if he hadn’t heard her, “do need to be fucked right now. As I’ve made very clear.” He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his finely made slacks. She shivered and rose on her elbows as his cock came into view. His penis was a work of art, perfectly shaped—no funny kinks or bends, large enough so he could be arrogant about it, but not so huge as to scare her.

He pulled a condom from his pocket and ripped the foil, rolling the latex down his ruddy cock.
Something else we need to discuss.

Later. This. You waited so long for this.

He leaned over her, his broad shoulders blocking whatever light managed to stream in through the tinted windows. His face was set and intense, his jaw clenched. “This won’t last long.”

She didn’t mind. Their separation and the anticipation of reuniting ensured that her pump was primed. There was no need for anything right now but a fast, hard fuck.

The tremble in his hands as he pushed her thighs wider thrilled her, a sign of his rapidly failing composure. He made room, fitted himself to her pussy, and pressed his thick cock deep inside.

They both groaned as he thrust, retreated, and pushed in again, going deeper with every rock. “You feel so good,” he murmured.

“Right back at you.” She twined one leg around his narrow hips, loving the contrast of his still-clothed body on her naked skin. He ground his hips hard enough to shove her up the slick leather seat.

Wyatt hissed a warning and pulled her back by the waist, demanding she remain still for his penetration. He moved faster and faster, her breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts, drawing his attention.

Using one hand to support himself, he fondled her tits, cupping and squeezing forcefully, the way she liked it. He leaned down and bit her nipples, the sharp sting of pain traveling right to her pussy, making her clench around the erection penetrating her. Reaching between them, he used his fingers to open her up.

She gasped when he twisted his hips, angling his cock to reach that perfect place inside her while abrading her clit with the wiry hairs of his groin. “Yes. Yes. Just like that. Yes, that’s what I nee—”

His lips covered hers, swallowing the words that might have given away their backseat shenanigans, the kiss sloppy and desperate. “Shh,” he drew back to whisper. “Be quiet. You don’t want Sal to hear, do you? Hear that you’re getting fucked? He’ll know how hot you are for me. How you couldn’t wait to get to a bed.”

Every word scraped over her, driving her arousal higher. She shook her head, frantic. “Wyatt, I’m going to…”

His body moved faster inside of her, and he shoved his palm over her parted lips. His skin tasted salty with sweat. “Bite me.”

She bit down, hard, her shriek muffled by his flesh. The tension curled into a tight ball in her stomach and exploded, her body arching to milk as much of him with her pussy as she could. He gave an approving growl, the pounding picking up speed until he froze, buried deep. His cock jerked inside of her as he came. He gave a ragged sigh and rested his forehead on hers.

She stroked his shoulders, hoping for his sake he hadn’t sweat through his shirt. “Christ, I needed that.”

“Me too.”

“I’m glad you came to the airport. Beat my plan.”

“What was your plan?”

“To barge into your office and blow you under your desk during whatever meeting you were in.”

He lifted his head, eyebrows raised in interest. “Well, now. That sounds intriguing. Don’t toss that plan completely.”

“Mmm.”

He sat up and pulled out of her slowly, both of them appreciating the way her body tried to keep his softening cock inside. “Is that why you were panty-less?”

“Yes. I took them off after I landed, by the way. I wouldn’t fly commando. Kinda unsanitary.”

“If you had taken my plane, you could have gone naked.” He grabbed tissues from the box of Kleenex on the console, taking care of the condom.

“The whole private-jet thing is a little out of my comfort zone.” After her initial shock over the decadence of his luxurious lifestyle, Tatiana had made a conscious effort to not dwell on Wyatt’s wealth, a far cry from the blue-collar kid she’d dated in high school and college. It helped that for the most part he treated his hard-earned wealth as a tool. The fine clothes were an image enhancement, acquired with the same level of careless attention he’d once applied to purchasing jeans and T-shirts.
Nothing attracts a high roller like the challenge to be the richest dick in the place,
he’d cynically told her when she questioned his ordering a slew of suits, the season’s latest, after barely glancing at the catalog his assistant had provided.
I have to make them want to beat me. That’s what lures these people in.

Not that he didn’t actively seek out and enjoy some of his luxuries, particularly the toys. When they were younger, she’d often found dog-eared car magazines lying around his apartment. Sometimes he’d stopped and drooled over this or that gadget. It delighted her that he could now indulge his champagne tastes.

Even if it did occasionally discombobulate her. The limo and the fancy penthouse, okay. Though she was conservative with her money, she could fathom someone she knew, who was roughly her age, owning those things. A private airplane? That was ludicrous.

“One day, I’m going to drag you onboard. Fuck you ten thousand feet in the sky.”

They’d gotten comfortable saying things like that. One day. Someday. Next time. Eventually. Nothing definite, of course, but vague indications of them being together at some point in the distant future.

Because they were good together. The sex was awesome, no complaints there. They made each other laugh. Conversation rarely faltered, and if it did, their silences were comfortable. They’d both grown up to be fairly independent, so crowding wasn’t much of an issue.

Yes. It was perfect. She was so happy when she was with him.

Too happy.

She shook her head, trying to clear it of the insidious thought. There was no such thing as too happy. “We’ll see.”

“Fine, fine.” He casually did up his pants.

She took a deep breath. “Listen. Is it okay if we go to dinner tonight?”

“Dinner? Out, you mean?”

She didn’t fault him for his surprise. When they spent a week apart, let alone three, they were desperate to spend the first night in bed.

“I guess so. Is there someplace in particular you want to go?” Wyatt straightened his tie.

“I thought Eduardo’s. If that’s okay.”

He bent to gather her clothes and handed them to her. “Yes, that’s fine.”

It didn’t matter where they went, but Eduardo’s had a great vegan selection. Tatiana sat up. “The thing is…”

His phone beeped, and he pulled it out, frowning at the screen. “Esme. She’s stalling the people I’m supposed to be meeting.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll let you get out here and I’ll run. I’ll be home by six.”

That was when she realized the car had stopped. “Are we at the hotel? When did we get here? Oh my God.” She shoved her skirt down and hurriedly put her bra on. “Sal could have opened the door.”

“Relax. It’s barely been a minute.” Wyatt flicked a piece of lint off his shoulder. “Besides, he knows not to just fling open the door. Guy drives around some of my guests. Do you have any idea what sort of depraved things they get up to? Yeah, no one does.”

She tried to put herself to rights. Wyatt handed over her bag, and then wrapped his hand around her neck, bringing her in for a deep kiss. “Mmm,” he murmured against her lips. “Pamper yourself for the rest of the day. But don’t touch yourself. I want you crazy for cock by the time we’re done with dinner.”

She didn’t know if he’d be talking to her after dinner, but she gave him a weak smile. No time now to explain tonight’s surprise to him. When he came home. She’d tell him then. Completely blindsiding him wasn’t an option.

Even if she feared losing
this
.

“I may go shopping.”

“Good.” He pulled out his wallet and casually extracted a credit card.

She stared at the platinum piece of plastic, annoyance replacing some of her anxiety. “If you don’t want me to shove that card up your ass, you’ll put it away.”

He made an irritated sound. “You think too much when it comes to spending your money.”

“And you think I’ll think less if I’m spending someone else’s money?”

“Not someone else’s, my— Damn it.” His phone beeped again, and he scowled. “I have to go.”

“I’m going to buy something ridiculously expensive. With my money.” She settled her bag on her shoulder and reached for the door.

“That’ll show me.”

Tatiana threw him a scowl. “Quit being cute.”

“Impossible, sweetheart.”

Chapter Two

In the short drive to his lawyer’s office, Wyatt struggled to wipe the grin off his face. The goofiness of it might alarm anyone who spied him.

Smiling when Tatiana was around was nothing new. The past half a dozen months or so had been amazing. When they were together, he felt like…more. A better person, a better human. The sex was phenomenal. They fucked like rabbits on Viagra. She was his absolute equal in bed and out, able to handle anything he threw at her.

There was a level of comfort that existed simply because they had known each other before they’d achieved professional success. With other women, he felt pressured to maintain a particular image. Tatiana didn’t expect him to be suave and cultured all the time. In fact, he thought she liked him more when he was crass.

It was a certainty that he liked that part of her. Her sweet, golden appearance had always disguised a dirty, sassy soul that delighted him.

She had changed over the past decade, of course, as had he. It intrigued him, made him feel like he was putting together a fractured puzzle, reconciling the old Tatiana with the current one. He’d always loved puzzles, and each minute he spent with her gave him something new to chew on and study.

It had gotten to the point that when they weren’t together…

Wyatt’s smile faded. It wasn’t just the sex he missed when they were apart. It was her. He resented the phone or computer between them. He wanted to see her when they texted or spoke. When they video chatted, he went crazy with the need to touch her.

Wyatt didn’t want a repeat of their seven-year-long adolescent relationship. Back then, they’d started talking marriage when Tatiana was a senior in high school. Soul mates, Tatiana had called them, and he’d secretly agreed.

That kind of thinking had made their eventual breakup that much harder. Because if you couldn’t make it work with a woman you considered the love of your life, who could you make it work with? They’d been young, he’d told himself over the intervening years, when he reflected. They hadn’t even known what love was.

But he’d never had a relationship half as good as the one he’d had with Tatiana. Granted, that last year had been tense, filled with constant yelling and escalating stress. When Tatiana had finally, bitterly suggested they call it quits, it had been almost a relief to agree.

Almost. He grimaced, hating that he could still remember the aching throb of losing her.

When it had been good, though…it had been great.

Perhaps that was why, when she’d walked into his office that fateful day a little over six months ago, he’d gone a little mad, proposing a one-night stand, a brief respite from both of their lives.

He hadn’t expected that it would be an explosive night that would lead to an attempt at actually reconciling. Nor had he realized that he would want such a thing. But right now? He was about as happy—no, happier—than he’d been even in the early years of their young romance.

Though his rash impulsivity had been rewarded, he was trying to keep a tight lid on himself as they came to know each other all over again. Neither of them had used the L word yet, and that was good. He was older, she was wiser, and he figured they had a tacit agreement in place to let this unfold however it did, no expectations.

The long-distance thing wasn’t ideal, but he’d started delegating some of his day-to-day responsibilities so he could free up time for visits. They spent most of those visits naked, so he had an immense amount of fun. Aware that sometimes Tatiana might wish to try a non-fucking activity, he occasionally attempted to normalize their time together. Like tonight, she’d wanted to go out to dinner, so he’d mentally said sayonara to the plans he’d had to keep her tied to his bed. Thank God he’d rearranged his schedule to come fuck her on her ride home from the airport, or he’d be suffering by night time.

Tatiana was happy, too. Each of her smiles beamed their way into his heart. She couldn’t fake that sort of pleasure.

So, why, he wondered as he slipped his credit card back into his wallet, did he feel as though something was vaguely…off.

Wyatt trusted his instincts. He was a poker player, after all, adept at reading his opponents and the situation. And right now, they were screaming that he and Tatiana were on the verge of some sort of impasse. Like those old Choose Your Own Adventure books, where the protagonists either lived happily ever after or died tragically.