Dirty Laundry (Get Dirty 2)

I don’t know what punishment he has in mind, but fuck, yes to whatever it is. He can fuck me right here in the middle of the backstage area if he wants. Hell, he could shove me down on the dirty stage in front of the crowd and I’d happily take him. I’m that gone.

I push my jeans down, leaving my lace thong because he didn’t tell me to take my panties off, and on some instinctual level, I want to do what he says. Exactly what he says.

I feel his hand, broad and rough, caressing the cheek of my ass, and it makes me shiver in anticipation.

Before I realize what he has in mind, he lifts his hand, popping it back down on my cheek with a loud smack. I cry out, but the sound is muffled as he presses his hand tighter across my mouth. And then he does it again, and again . . . three times total, and I’m a quivering mess.

I’ve never felt this on fire before. My pussy’s quivering, almost dripping down my inner thigh as I give him total control. Keith is undeniable, a force of sexual nature that I don’t want to resist. I just want him to fuck me, hard and pounding and mind-blowingly . . . and make me his dirty secret.

Keith grabs the strip of lace, pulling it tight against my soaking pussy and whispering hotly in my ear. “Are you gonna come for me? Just from me smacking your delectable ass?”

I shake my head. As on the edge as I obviously am, I need more, my hips bucking as I look for relief. Keith laughs darkly. He knows I’m lying. “Need me to rub your hot little clit? Make you come all over my fingers?”

Whimpering, I look over my shoulder, meeting his eyes in the dark, begging silently. He grabs a handful of my tender ass in his calloused fingers, squeezing hard, and I know—hell, I hope—I’ll have his fingerprints there later.

When he lets go, his fingers dive around my hip, tapping little smacks right over my lace-covered clit. I’m so on fire it only takes a few, and I detonate, my body shaking and convulsing as I press his hand tighter on my mouth, muffling myself so I’m not too loud.

As I come back down from the high, I pull his hand down, gasping for air as I still writhe against him. I feel him bend down, grabbing my jeans and trying to pull them up, and it’s like a wakeup call.

Holy fuck . . . I just fucked my assignment. Well, not fucked, but I might as well have. And I’ve never had anything blow me up like that. I can’t imagine what he could do to me pounding that thick fucking cock into me, but I damn sure want to find out.

I can’t get my racing thoughts corralled, so I start to button my jeans back up. “That guy . . .” Keith growls, and I turn, placing a hand on his cheek.

“That guy . . . was the sound tech. You had me in the palm of your hand all night.”

I can hear Keith’s teeth grinding before he gives in, his voice velvet over gravel. “Fuck. Get in the damn car. Let’s go.”

Chapter 10

Keith

Stupid.

So fucking stupid.

I was so on edge, but that . . . I can’t believe how I exploded when I saw her. It wasn’t like she was eye fucking the guy. Sure, he was some young stud, whispering in her ear, getting her smiles. Fuck that. I felt played and pissed, but apparently it was only my mind playing tricks on me, not Elise.

But I basically attacked her when I saw her uncertainly stumbling backstage, even if she didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she went with it, giving me all the sexual energy that I knew she kept inside her. The feeling of her body writhing against me, the sound of her ass smacking under my hand . . . my God, she’s perfect.

As long as I live, I’ll never forget the moment she pressed my hand tighter on her own mouth as she vibrated through her orgasm, covering my hand in her sweet cream.

I wanted to taste her, to drop to my knees behind her and bury my face in her ass as I feasted on her. I wanted to shove her up against the wall and fuck her so hard they’d have heard her screams over the music on the dance floor. She’d have let me, too. I fucking know it.

At least I didn’t lose that much control of myself. But I’ve damn sure done enough to screw myself up in a big way. Because as hot as that was, and as much as we both wanted it, she’s still the reporter digging into my private life.