Made: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Boy Games) (6 page)

Unless I signed up and then went home and waited for a pair of red shoes to be delivered. . .

I swallow my confusion and sadness and pull the phone out of my bag and extend it to him. The exchange feels like defeat. “What happens to her now?”

“Miss Bennett?”

I nod.

“She’ll have a lovely evening and return home at the end of her contract.”

“And the phone?”

His big hand closes over mine. When skin meets skin, electricity flares between us. I’m used to it this time, almost expecting it, wanting more. Then his hand is gone again, taking the phone with it.

“Depending on a number of factors, it may be returned to Miss Bennett.”

His answer is too smooth. “Why didn’t you say so in the first place? What’s the big deal? Why go through the bad cop routine?”

One dark brow lifts. “Bad cop?”

“When I wouldn’t give you the phone, at first, you grabbed me like I was a thief.”

“I think you enjoyed me touching you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” The words sound stronger in my head than the way they come out. They echo off the vanilla walls like an obvious lie and make me sound defensive and weak. “You said you needed to talk to me—what about?”

He stands and before my brain can process his movement, he’s close again. Close, but not touching. Close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from him. Close enough that I’m very aware of his big body, the power in his hands, the knowledge that we’re alone. He could do anything to me,
anything,
and there’s very little I could do to stop him. He keeps his arms loose at his sides. Strangely, this makes me angrier than when he was muscling me around a few minutes ago. He’s so still, so controlled, that I want to scream.

“Your friend will understand why you couldn’t keep the phone for her,” he says softly. “You’ll talk to her about what happened, and she’ll understand.”

His words soothe me. “How can you be sure?”

“It’s my job. I’ve been through this before. By the time she comes home, your friend isn’t going to give a damn about the phone.”

“Can you promise me she’ll be safe?”

“Miss Bennett will be as safe as the contract she signed. Harley & Sweet leave nothing to chance.”

“That’s not very reassuring.”

“Your friend is an adult. If she’d signed up for a singles cruise and signed a contract with a cruise line, would you have been worried for her safety?”

He has a point. Not to mention the fact that contracts leave paper trails. Anyone who wished to harm Caylee wouldn’t have bothered with one. Still, I don’t want to give in to him. I have the feeling that if I do, I won’t be able to turn back.

I examine what I can see of the office. It looks like it’s rarely used. There are no photos on the desk, no diplomas on the wall. There’s not even a computer.

“So what does that make you?” I ask. “Some kind of cruise director?”

“I’m a security specialist.”

His gaze bores into me. It feels as if he can see the outline of my soul inside my body. “So you keep everyone at Harley & Sweet safe from dangerous people like me?”

“If necessary. What kind of a threat do you pose, Miss Lopez? Do you think you might become violent? Will I be forced to put you down?”

He would be funny if he weren’t so big and so masculine and if his scent and his presence weren’t overwhelming me.

“I. . . um. . . I don’t know what you mean. . .”

“Oh, I think you do. I think you want to know the answers to all kinds of questions. I think you’re intensely curious about what kind of evening your friend is having. Maybe you’re too embarrassed to ask, but you’re working up to it. This whole time you’ve been imagining what she’s doing or what she’s going to do.” He grins. Another jolt of lust arcs through me.

“What if I won’t leave until you tell me more?”

“In that case, things will get a whole lot more interesting.” His tongue flicks across his lower lip, and my mouth goes dry.

We’re not talking about Caylee or his job any longer. There’s just the two of us in this small room with no window where he’s sucking up all the air. Part of me likes where this is going and wants more, wants to play and tease.

His hands slip around my waist and slide lower, one big palm cupping my ass. His expression is pure wickedness as his hand moves in circles over my cheek, tugging at my thong. My dress rides up with the movement. It’s so short, though, there’s not much fabric left to cover my curves.

Oh, fuck me.

I can’t help but move my hips swaying closer to him. I also can’t help it when my hand closes around his cock through the sleek fabric of his trousers. It’s bigger than I expected and so very hard. I rub and feel a thrum of power as he responds.

“Do more of that and I’ll tell you anything,” he mutters.

Then he’s pushing me backward until I hit the door and his mouth closes over mine, forcing my lips apart so his tongue can sweep from side to side, taking control. He tastes of bourbon and something citrusy. I’ve never liked bourbon before, only now I can’t get enough. Oh god, but he tastes good. Who knew kissing could be like this?

His hand moves up my side and over my arm until it pushes the skinny strap of my bag off my shoulder. It falls to the floor. I ignore it. Then it’s the strap of my dress falling over my arm With his other hand, he reaches behind and tugs at the zipper and then it’s my dress on the floor and only my strapless bra separates us.

He’s in charge now, and I know it, don’t mind it. If asked, I couldn’t say how I ended up in his arms. It’s almost as if he herded me back here with this exact activity in mind. Heat blasts from his big body.

His fingers drift over the swell of my breasts. The lace edging my bra barely covers my nipples. Two fingers linger on the border. “What do you know about Harley & Sweet?”

My chest heaves as I suck in a sudden breath. “Only what I told you, I swear.”

“Wrong answer. I think you’re a smart girl. Smarter than your friend, anyway. I think you’ve added two and two and know more than you’ve told me.”

His tone is harsh and commanding. At the same time, his big palm is kneading and stroking my flesh. Heat builds inside me. I don’t know why, but tears sting my eyes. I can’t raise a hand to wipe them. He controls me with his sensual massage.

“Please, tell me what you know and then I’ll make everything better. I promise.”

I don’t believe him about the
better
part. I can still see the predator lurking in the depths of his gaze. I still and go silent.

His palm slides up my back and before I’ve taken two breaths, my bra swings free for a second and then it’s gone and I’m naked before him. It’s crazy to think I can hide from him, that I might be able to get away, but instinct has taken over. His mouth lowers and takes my nipple, sucking and teasing. He’s not gentle. There’s nothing soft or easy about this man.

I can’t help but respond to his suckling, shoving my hips against his cock and grinding, moving around and around, matching the pace of his tongue on my tit.

He lifts his head, lips moistened and slightly red. He licks his lip. “Sweet, just the way I imagined.”

“Why do you care what I know about your company?”

“It’s my—”

“Oh, shut up! Don’t tell me it’s your job.”

One eyebrow lifts in an arch. “All right. What do you want me to say?”

“The truth. About the red shoes and everything. What’s going on? What’s the deal with the stupid contracts that can’t possibly be legal?”

He lets go of me and backs away a step. His trousers are still tented from his erection, but he ignores it. He folds his arms over his chest. It would be easy to hate him for making me want him, for making my pussy weep for his cock, but I’d be fooling myself. I want his cock sliding in and out of me more than anything. It makes me forget I’m standing here in nothing but a thong and a pair of nude heels.

He hasn’t forgotten. I’m thinking the arms folded over his chest are a protective mechanism. Maybe holding himself back.

“What do you know about the contracts?”

“Only what Caylee told me.”

“I’ve already assured you she will be safe. Why do you keep asking about it? Are you working for someone?”

“Working? Are you crazy?” I drag a hand across my forehead. “Oh, wait, I forgot who I was talking to. Here’s the only thing I want to know: will Caylee be safe?”

“As far as I know, she’s on a conventional date.”

“Which means there are
unconventional
dates?”

When he doesn’t answer, I step forward and smooth my palm over his cock. He sucks in a ragged breath. Deliberately, I unbuckle his belt and push the zipper down and free his cock. It juts out of the opening, huge and proud and beautiful. His eyes smolder like coals.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Just how unconventional are these dates?”

He doesn’t bother answering, but surges forward, and I’m pinned against the wall again. The steely heat of his cock burns into my belly. His tongue invades my mouth while his hand snakes around the back of my head, preventing me from moving even if I wanted to.

Move? I want him to fuck me. There’s nothing that will stop me from spreading my legs and welcoming his length inside me. There’s nothing he can say that will stop what’s going to happen.

My body slams against the door again and again as he presses against me, savaging me with his kisses. He’s breathing hard when he steps out of his trousers, yanks his necktie loose and shrugs out of his shirt. He didn’t have to do all that, but I’m glad he did. My fingers close on the fine black hair on his chest, skate over his brown nipples and slabs of muscle. He’s got tattoos everywhere. Some in foreign languages and script I’ve never seen before. I trace one of them with my tongue. I want to explore every inch of his hard flesh.

Whirling me around, he picks me up and settles me on the desk, spreading my legs wide as he kneels. I’ve never had a man’s head between my legs before, never felt his tongue part my inner lips and suck and. . .

Oh. . .

My. . .

. . .
fingers dig into his hair, gripping and pulling, winding through the thick, black strands. Electrical jolts shoot from my pussy and then I’m melting in his arms. I arch my back as he brings me closer to the edge, closer and closer and then he stands, grinning. He stopped too soon, on purpose.

I want to come so bad, but I forgot—he’s in charge.

His cock is mine. I fist him, stunned at the girth and why not? Everything about him is big. “I’ve only guessed a few things about Harley & Sweet,” I say as I stroke his huge length. “It’s all just speculation. I don’t know anything for certain. Nothing except this.” I squeeze him hard and start to kneel so I can take him in my mouth. He stops me and kisses a trail along my shoulder and wraps his arms around me.

I’m not a small woman. He lifts me easily and thrusts his cock between my legs. “This is all your fault,” he says, still holding me as if I weighed no more than a child.

“You’re saying I did this to you?”

“Yeah.”

“Because you had to question me about the phone and what Caylee told me? Just doing your job, yeah?”

“That, too.”

He lowers me gently onto the desk, and I lay back, my legs spread wide for him, my pussy throbbing with need. I’m so wet I’m probably flooding the desktop. As if to make sure, his thick fingers thrust inside me, first one and then another with his thumb circling my clit.

I gasp, feeling helpless under wave after wave of pleasure.

“You love knowing how you turned me on. You like turning men on, don’t you?”

His fingers control me. All I can do is moan and beg for more.

“Would you put on a pair of red shoes?” he asks.

“If it means you’ll fuck me.”

My answer angers him. I can feel it in his hands, the way they tighten on my flesh, the way his cock trembles. He’s on the far edge of control now, ready to break. Moisture gleams on the dark red head of his cock. I lift my hips to him, begging wordlessly for what only he can give me.

When I think he’s going to plunge into me, he pulls away and steps back from the desk, leaving me spread-eagled.

“You have no idea what you’re doing.”

I push up on my elbows, stunned.

“You’re like all the others, but I’ve got news for you, there isn’t $10K in it for you. I’m just going to fuck you.”

“I didn’t think—”

“Yeah, that’s right. That’s the problem. You’re like all the others in that way, too. You don’t fucking
think
.”

There’s no way he could know it, but I think too much.

I slide off the desk and fumble on the floor for my clothes, ready to get out of here no matter how badly my pussy aches for him. He pushes me down. His hand slams against my ass.

“What!”

“You need to be taught a lesson.”

“What the hell? You’re crazy. I’m out of here.”

“Not yet, you’re not.”

I was almost on all fours hunting for my bra, but then he pushes me into position.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.” His expression has gone to a dark and scary place.

“No, please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

But it’s too late. I’m kneeling on the floor, and he’s behind me, whacking me on my cheeks with his big hand. Strangely, it doesn’t hurt and only turns me on more. God help me, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. No matter what he does to me, I only want more. My head hangs between my arms. Shame and excitement mix and blend until I don’t know what I’m feeling, only that if I don’t get his cock inside me soon I’m going to die right here on the floor.

When his blows slow and turn into strokes again, I wiggle my hips slowly in a kind of dance.

He groans. I turn my head and see that he’s stroking himself. I want to offer to do that for him, but realize it might not be the smartest thing to speak right now. There’s some kind of battle going on inside him, one that might turn deadly if I stupidly attempt to intervene. Instead, I let my body roll to the side until my shoulders are on the floor, my knees to the side and slightly raised. I take a nipple between my fingers and tweak it, all the while staring at him with my mouth slightly open. Then I spread my legs in welcome.