Temporary

I owned real estate in the Friend Zone so being the one who turned a guy’s head at first glance wasn’t my experience and it threw me for a loop.

Even so, I didn’t want to be this guy’s plaything forever — but there was something about his answer that plucked a chord deep inside me.

Poor little rich boy, I thought derisively, refusing to let anything resembling feelings pop up between us.

His tongue sought mine, tasting, encouraging me to do the same. He knew just when to push and when to tease, quickly driving me insane with the building pressure inside me.

It wasn’t long before I was squirming in his grasp, wanting to tear my clothes off to feel skin on skin.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Gage growled against my mouth, his grip tightening on my ass. “Jesus, Mari, I want to fuck you right now.”

His words sent an illicit thrill shooting through me. I was no stranger to being turned on but Gage took arousal to a wild new level.

My heart hammered with an urgency I felt in my pelvis. My panties were already wet. He ground himself against my slit and a groan popped from my mouth even as he devoured every sound.

Desire obliterated the final whisper of reservation until I was more than willing to do whatever he wanted.

It felt good to simply be in the moment. I poured my heartache over Landon into that kiss. I didn’t want to admit that Landon had broken my heart but as tears threatened, I couldn’t deny that this time, I’d lost something of myself.

Gage’s tongue battled with mine in a slick game of dominance, building heat and stoking the need to fuck the pain away.

The ridge of my jeans pressed against my swelling clit as I rode the bulge of Gage’s cock.

For a moment I forgot that I was grinding on a stranger’s cock in Manny’s VIP room, desperately close to an orgasm in spite of the fact Gage hadn’t so much as fingered me yet.

“Someone has already forgotten the rules,” he murmured, when my hips began to thrust harder against him, needing that friction to find my release.

“What?” I asked in a haze of sexual need as he slowly pushed me off his lap. I stood, confused and forlorn as his chest heaved the same as mine, his gaze glittering with desire. “I don’t understand…”

He stood and jerked me to him using my belt loops on my jeans. “You cum, when I say you can cum,” he reminded me softly before turning me, his deft fingers quickly popping my fly and unzipping my jeans. Before I could gasp a protest, I was exposed and bent over the table, gripping the sides, my eyes open wide as my breathing turned shallow.

Those firm hands that had cupped my ass only moments prior, slid down my cheeks, squeezing hard enough to leave a red mark but there was something so hot about the way he stopped just short of true pain.

“I want to taste you,” he said, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “What does Mari taste like, I wonder…”

I didn’t have time to answer before his finger penetrated me right there in the middle of the room as I lay bent over the same table we’d brokered our deal.

Was this really happening?

Gage found my G-spot and I clenched as a wave of pleasure rippled through me. God, yes it was. I gasped, my fingers curling against the wood as he inserted two fingers, strumming my G-spot until I squirmed.

“There it is,” he said with approval as I panted, sweat beading my hairline as I pushed against his fingers, wanting him to go deep but his fingers weren’t enough, only a tease for what I really wanted.

“Fucking delicious,” he murmured, the sound of him licking his fingers causing a decadent arc of wild pleasure curling my nerve endings. There was something so primal about a man who wasn’t squeamish about a woman’s pussy juices.

Landon hadn’t been a fan. He’d even made me feel dirty about myself.

Jesus, just fuck me already, I wanted to scream but the game was in full play.

I wanted to be filled. I wanted to feel his cock stretching me. But if I begged, he’d torture me longer. He liked the control. He wanted me to beg. Some perverse sense of rebellion had me biting my lip, refusing to give in.

But who was I truly torturing? I was dripping already. I needed to feel him inside me, to fuck away the grinding pain that drove me each day since realizing my own stupidity.

“You have the most fuckable ass,” Gage said, popping his fly. I glanced back. His cock sprang free, thick and long. If I hadn’t been wet already, I would’ve needed a tube of lube to get that anaconda inside me. But I wasn’t going to do anal with that thing. Fuck that. I started to rise but he pushed me back down with a soft warning. “No.”

I held my breath, wondering what he would do. How could I feel safe with a man who also scared me a little bit? There was something dark about Gage that pulled and teased, coaxing a part of me that I hadn’t even known existed until this moment.

Would he fuck me right here?

I wanted him to.

He gripped my hips, kicking my feet as wide as I could go and suddenly his hand was buried deep inside my hair. I gasped as he pushed himself inside me. I arched and he went deeper, burying himself balls-deep until I was practically choking on cock.

It was the most amazing sensation I’d ever experienced.

But he didn’t start pounding, not yet. No, he wanted to draw out the torture until I was reduced to a gibbering idiot. This was no quickie. He wanted me to squirm on his cock, to cry and mewl like a kitten and, damn, I was already halfway there.

So much for my dignity.

I felt every flex of his hip, every strain as he pushed deeper. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he switched things up and started driving me hard, hitting that spot so perfectly it was nearly a crime.

I was babbling, groaning, crying. I couldn’t stop what was coming. I clenched against him and he answered with a guttural groan that ramped up the intensity between us.

“I c-can’t stop…” I cried, tumbling into the hardest, most intense orgasm of my life. Everything went into overdrive — sensation, taste, smell — as every pleasure center burst into glittery bits of awesome stardust.

He answered with a harsh grunt as he came, too. I was too busy trying to catch my breath to realize we hadn’t used a condom until he withdrew and I felt the slick wetness dribbling down my inner thigh.

I pushed myself up from the table and whirled to face him, my shock evident in my breathless tone. “What the fuck?”

Gage tucked his spent cock away, saying, “I’m clean and so are you. You are also on birth control.”

“How do you know all that?” I asked, jerking my skirt down. Then I realized he must’ve hacked into my medical files as well. It was hard to scowl when your pussy was still pulsing with pleasure besides, if he had no qualms invading my financial records, I suppose medical records weren’t safe either. “You’re an asshole,” was all I could manage and as it was, my statement was too breathless to contain any bite.

He pulled me into his arms. “And you are every bit as fuckable as I thought you’d be.” He finished with a deep kiss and I could taste myself on his lips. God, that was fucking hot. He turned me loose and gestured, saying, “Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

And why not? Nothing about this night was anything resembling normal so I might as well just go with the flow, whatever that may be.

Rich man was hungry, rich man got food.

I grabbed my purse. As I followed Gage out of the bar, my thighs still wet from his cum, I caught Manny’s face peering from his office and I knew the fucker had watched.

But I didn’t care because I was never coming back.

Yeah, so this was definitely happening.

And, Lord help me, it was exciting as hell.

7

The car I wouldn’t get into last night was waiting as we burst from the bar, the humid summer air hitting us in the face, a combination of city smells and sounds surrounding us.

The City That Never Slept was just gaining momentum. The clubs were opening,

the hookers were starting to troll the streets looking for an early start to their night.

I climbed into the car and Gage followed.

“Leonardo’s,” he instructed before pulling me straight to him so he could devour me again. I melted in his arms, losing myself quickly and easily even though it wasn’t in my nature to be so malleable. He stared into my eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes of his boring into mine. “You came without permission,” he reminded me.

“I tried to stop,” I protested softly but he silenced me with a kiss.

I’d always thought girls who claimed they could cum from a kiss were lying but with Gage’s lips on mine…well, the possibility suddenly became much more believable.

Gage broke the kiss to school me with the patient tone of a teacher, “Everything of yours belongs to me. Even your pleasure,” he explained, adding with a slow smile, “and your pain.”

I stiffened, not quite sure what he meant. Was this the part where he tore my face off? Man, and I was having such a good time, too.

“Have you never played with pain?” he asked, his touch remaining gentle.

“Pain is not in my wheelhouse of sexual fun stuff,” I answered, wary. “Are you into that sort of thing?”

“I’m into everything,” he replied, matter-of-fact. “But watching a woman submit…denying her own orgasm until I grant her permission…well, it’s a gift that money can’t buy. I’m addicted to experiences that are more than tangible.”

I shivered at the intimacy in his tone. I could imagine. At a certain point, being able to buy whatever you wanted, probably turned into a giant bore.

“I’ll try harder next time,” I said, believing that’s what he wanted to hear but I should’ve known that Gage would see through my thinly veiled patronizing.

“Transgressions deserve punishment,” he said, removing me from his lap so he could unbutton his jeans. My mouth dropped open as I glanced furtively at the driver who was doing a good job of pretending he couldn’t see or hear what was happening behind him. Gage palmed his semi-stiff dick. “Suck my cock clean.”