Revenge Sex (18 page)

“You didn’t mention the little matter of
rules,” he said. His handsome face was granite hard.

She couldn’t believe Clay had told him
everything. He couldn’t be so vindictive as to want to ruin her job
as well. Her only course of action was to tell the truth. “He liked
it when I broke certain rules, so I didn’t think he’d mind if I
broke others.”

“But Bradley Palmer?” For the first time,
Holt made a face, one of distaste.

She’d been a total idiot. She fully admitted
that. “Having sex with him on Clay’s desk was a mistake.” Bradley
was young, twenty-nine. His desire had stroked her ego. Not that
she didn’t have a healthy ego. At forty, she was hot, and she
wasn’t ashamed to say that. But
every
woman sometimes had a
little niggling of doubt, and Bradley had caught her at that weak
moment. Still, she hadn’t thought Clay would get riled up. She’d
truly thought he’d get off on it.

“And what about the other place
s you fucked him, Ruby
? Not to mention the rumors.”

She felt herself blanch. God. Clay really had
told him
all
. “I didn’t start those rumors, and I made sure
they were put to an end.”

“Damage done, Ruby.”

She almost snorted, then thought better of
it. “No one ever believed
any of that
.”
Because she’d taken things in hand. And really, five days later, it
was just a blip on the rumor-mill horizon. They’d weathered the
whole debacle.

Holt merely stared. It was completely
unnerving. And again, she couldn’t shut up. “Why are you doing
this? When I moved in with Clay, you told us business was business
and personal was personal.”

“It is. But you brought it here. And against
his wishes.”

She pursed her lips and puffed out a breath.
If she wanted to keep her job, she was going to have to grovel. She
wasn’t good at it, but she simply couldn’t afford to be fired.
Besides, she actually liked working for Holt. He was fair-minded.
Usually. “I made a mistake and I’m very sorry. I told Clay it would
never happen again, and I’m telling you it won’t.”

If he was silent again after that, she’d have
to scream.

Thank God he wasn’t. “There’s only one
solution,” he said softly. Holt could be dangerous when he spoke
that softly. She’d heard that deadly tone in meetings. And seen the
results.

“What?” she asked, her heart racing.

“You’re going to have to be punished.” He
waited a beat. “Severely.”

Then Holt rose, strode to the door. And
locked it.

Ruby’s pulse began to beat against her
eardrums.

Here’s a taste of one of Jasmine’s steamy
romance single titles.

Kinky
Neighbors

A naughty little
foursome tale

Copyright 2011 Jasmine Haynes

Cover design by
Rosemary
Gunn

Two couples, two very hot wives, two husbands
who don’t mind a little swapping...

The Mitchells and the Harts have been next
door neighbors and friends for the past year. They have loads in
common; double incomes, professional careers, no kids,...and a
kinky streak.

Now they’re about to
become
very
good
friends...with kinky benefits.

The sex between them all is hot, naughty, and
unbearably exciting. It isn’t merely swapping partners and moving
to another room; it’s true foursome sex, same room, same bed, all
four involved. For Drew and Cat Mitchell and Logan and Alexis Hart,
it’s about barreling through boundaries none of them have ever
crossed before, doing kinky things they’ve only fantasized about.
But when they begin to exchange not just sex but emotional
connection, the problems start; a little jealousy, feeling left
out, wanting more from the wrong partner. Can two couples really
share everything without losing it all?

Chapter One

Her body was lithe, strong, and she worked
him from the inside, milked him, turned him mindless. Cat had taken
belly dancing lessons a few years ago, and though she’d stopped the
dancing, she’d never lost the ability to use those muscles on his
cock when he was deep inside her.

“I want to be fucking you just like this,”
she whispered, “straddling your hips, riding you”—she laughed
softly, a naughty, sexy sound that tightened every muscle in his
groin—“while you’re licking her.”

Drew squeezed her breast, pinching her
nipple hard. She moaned, liking sex with a nibble of pain, loving
it when she was spinning him a fantasy at the same time.

“I want to look down and watch you devouring
her pussy.” This time she groaned. Fantasies about other people
always made her engine purr louder. But fantasies about their
next-door neighbors made his wife come harder than even in the
first blush of love when they couldn’t get enough of each
other.

She threw her head back, her gorgeous
brown-sugar hair falling over her shoulders. “Oh, Drew, she loves
it, moaning, pinching her own nipples.” Cat took him with a faster
rhythm, a harder pump, working herself up with her fantasy of their
pretty neighbor. “She wants your big hard cock in her, Drew.”

When she was like this, Cat simply dragged
him along. His body quaked and trembled, rising almost on its own
to drive hard into her. He grabbed her hips, pistoned deep as she
leaned back to give him the best angle for her G-spot. With sharp
little stings, her fingernails broke his skin as she braced herself
on his thighs.

“Fuck her,” she cried out, “fuck her
hard.”

Christ, he loved her hot and out of control
like this. Then her inner muscles clamped down on him as her orgasm
began to ripple through her. She panted, moaned, tightened her
thighs along his hips and bucked on him.

Her climax wrenched his from him, and he
shot high inside her, shouting out her name.

Moments later, his limbs still jerking, he
pulled her down, wrapping her in his arms. “Jesus,” he muttered
against her fragrant hair.

“That was so hot, baby. I want us to do her
just like that, me on your cock and you with your face buried in
her pussy.

Drew laughed. “God, you’re filthy.”

She tipped her he
ad back,
grinned at him. “And y
ou love it.”

Yes, he did. “You amaze me.” Cat was
special, gorgeous, with a slim, athletic body that made him crazy
and a kinky, naughty attitude toward sex that was more male than
female. They’d once hired a Las Vegas call girl to watch them have
sex. Cat was an exhibitionist. They’d been married for ten years,
Cat was thirty-eight, he was seven years older, and their sex life
was still fantastic.

She nuzzled his neck. “I know how much you
love licking a woman, and that’s what I want to give you.”

“You’re too good to me, sweetheart.” He
kissed her forehead as if she’d just made him a great meal instead
of offered up another woman to him. She honestly did not have a
jealous bone in her body. They did a lot of fantasizing, imagining
sex with other couples they’d met, threesomes, foursomes. He knew
she’d done a threesome before he met her, two men and her, but
neither man was her boyfriend. She claimed that doing it with him,
her husband, would be entirely different, taking things to a whole
new level.

She stroked his cock to life again. “I just
want to make sure you don’t get tired of having sex with me. Men
need spice.”
She
needed spice, and her imagination was
fertile with ways of getting it.

She loved role playing. She’d had him try to
pick her up in a bar, pretending they didn’t know each other. He’d
practically had to go to blows with another guy that was hitting on
her. She’d loved the attention; then she’d fucked him in their car
with the bartender having a smoke not ten feet away. She liked it
risky, the fear of getting caught, public sex, in the back of a
car, a dark bar, once on the hood in a parking garage. She thrived
on anything edgy, always coming up with ways to keep their sex
fresh. Cat needed to push her sexual limits; she needed fire.

Six months ago, they’d moved from fantasy
into reality. At least they’d tried, meeting a couple off a
personal ad Cat saw online. Unfortunately, nothing
came
of it. The couple was nice enough, married for
twenty years, both in their early fifties rather than the
mid-forties they’d claimed, and their definition of height-weight
proportionate was not quite the same as Cat’s. Ultimately the
attraction wasn’t there. Either you felt it, or you didn’t.

Lying in his arms, Cat plucked at the hair
on his chest. “I told Alexis that we always hot-tub in the
nude.”

Drew chuckled. “What did she say to
that?”

He felt Cat’s shrug. “She just gave me a
look.”

Tomorrow they were heading out for Tahoe
where they’d rented a house close to the lake for a week. And
they’d invited their neighbors. Logan and Alexis Hart had moved
into their Saratoga neighborhood a little over a year ago. Alexis
was a controller for a Silicon Valley microwave radio manufacturer,
and Logan was CEO for a San Francisco-based Fortune 500 company.
Like
Drew
and Cat, they had professional
careers, double incomes, and no kids to tie them down. They’d gone
from backyard barbecues to dinner and card games that lasted long
past midnight. Now this, a week-long Tahoe vacation for some
hiking, lake fishing, relaxing. And, if Cat had her way, some very
kinky games.

“I’m dying to see how you’re going to bring
up the subject of sex,” he mused.

Cat puffed a breath across his chest. “We’ve
talked about sex before.”

“Sexual innuendo and jokes. It’s not the
same as asking her if she’d like me to...”

“Make her come with your tongue.” Trust Cat
to finish the thought. “Don’t you worry. I’ll find the perfect
opening to get the ball rolling.”

“I’m sure you will.” His wife was out there,
known for saying exactly what was on her mind. “What about
Logan?”

She outright snorted. “He’s not going to be
any problem at all.”

Drew had to agree. He didn’t believe Logan
was a player, but the man had certainly gotten into the sexual
innuendo thing with vigor. When Cat suggested strip poker instead
of their regular game of Hearts on one of their card nights, Logan
had jumped at the idea. It was Alexis who nixed it. She was a
petite, pretty, blue-eyed blonde with sexy curves and
mouth-watering breasts, but she was on the shy side, far more
reserved than Cat. Drew liked her well enough. She was smart,
funny, your basic all-around nice girl next door with the ability
to really listen to what a man said, not just lip service. So to
speak.

If Alexis didn’t want to play strip poker,
there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d get down and dirty in the hot
tub. Therein lay his main reservation about the whole idea; it
could backfire and screw up a damn good friendship.

Cat tweaked his nipple, getting a rise out
of his cock. “What if Logan wants a taste of me if you get a taste
of his wife?”

Drew had always known that any kinky play
they engaged in wouldn’t be just Cat watching him. She had a
downright insatiable appetite for more, more, more. He had no
illusions about what he was agreeing to. She would be doing
whatever he did and probably a hell of a lot more, but when they
finally had sex with another couple, he knew she’d make it totally
hot. Maybe he was being led around by his dick—Cat usually managed
to get exactly what she wanted—but he’d do it. And suffer the
consequences, if any, later.

Trailing a hand down her abdomen, he delved
between her legs, stroking her clit. She was wet and warm. “I’ll be
jealous as hell,” he muttered.

Logan was a couple of years younger than
Drew, a few rungs higher on the corporate ladder, CEO of a billion
dollar company to Drew’s VP of Engineering for a medium-size
software maker. With reddish hair, green eyes, and a gym-toned body
Cat had mentioned a lot more than once, Logan was a good-looking
guy.

Cat pushed him aside. “Oh baby, you make me
so wet when you get all he-man.” She masturbated for him. He loved
to watch. “But if you get her, he’ll insist on having me.”

“Yeah. He’ll beg to spread your gorgeous
thighs.”

She moaned, getting herself worked up again
with her fantasy scenario. He knew Cat. It was kinky sex, not the
man himself that she needed. She wanted the package deal, a
foursome. Drew didn’t have to be jealous, but he knew a little
jealousy added to her sexual high.

The real truth? He didn’t know how he’d
feel. Fantasizing about other men fucking Cat made him explosive in
the heat of the moment. In reality, there might be a whole
different set of emotions. He couldn’t be sure which ones he’d
succumb to until they actually did it.

He started down her body, kissing her belly,
her mound, then crawling between her legs. “Is this what you want
him to do, baby?” He put his tongue to her.

“Oh yeah.” She moved sinuously. “I want your
cock in my mouth at the same time. I want to come on his tongue
while you come down my throat.”

She rose swiftly to climax, her body
trembling. Cat loved her fantasies. She cried out, clamping her
legs over his ears as she came hard. Drew loved how hot she made
herself. He had no doubt that soon, very soon, she was going to
make the fantasy into reality.

He just hoped it wouldn’t mean the end of a
good friendship with their neighbors.

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FreeFall

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