Revenge Sex (5 page)

She raised her brow, a sexy little come-on
that usually got him going. “How about one of my special blow
jobs?” Then she winked. “Out in the backyard so the neighbor kid
can watch.”

She loved exhibitionism. The so-called
neighbor kid was actually twenty-five years old and worked in a
pizza parlor because, as a college history major, he couldn’t find
a job.

She was the same woman she’d been on
Wednesday. And on Tuesday. And yet something had changed. “No,
Ruby.”

“But honey.” For the first time, worry crept
into her voice. But Ruby was never down and out. She smiled, then
rose sinuously from her chair, sauntered to the side of his chair,
her hips swaying with each step, and put her hands behind her back.
“I know what we can do,” she said, her red lips curved in a sly
smile. “How about a little role reversal?”

He didn’t say anything.

Which forced her to go on. “You go on a date,
then come back home and torture me with all the details.”

That was new. Ruby loved having sex with
other men, but she wasn’t interested in sharing him with anyone.
She claimed she wouldn’t feel special anymore. Their needs were in
perfect sync. He didn’t want other women; he needed a woman who
made him crazy with her salacious tales.

So why was she offering this now? He didn’t
have a clue what her real motive could be. The only way to find out
was to take her up on the offer.

He let silence hang in the kitchen five beats
longer than necessary, until her smile had drooped fractionally.
“That’s a very good idea. We’ll put the shoe on the other
foot.”

She shifted her weight to the opposite heel.
Her jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. He didn’t admire it about
himself, but he felt a note of triumph in calling her bluff. She
hadn’t been expecting him to agree. Perhaps she’d thought he’d turn
it around and tell her she needed to go out on a date and do it
right this time.

“You’ve grown cocky and complacent,” he said,
“thinking you can do anything.” He let that sink in. “You need to
be taught a lesson.”

She swallowed, backed up. “And then you’ll
forgive me?”

There was nothing to forgive. She was the
woman he’d invited to live in his home. She hadn’t changed. He
simply didn’t like the lie.

Fuck it all, he didn’t like the image of
Bradley doing her on the boss’s desk either. Bradley Palmer was the
taint. A part of him couldn’t stop feeling she’d chosen the guy for
that very reason.

“After you’ve been punished for all your
lies, then yes, you’ll be forgiven.” Perhaps this was what they
needed: a fresh start with new rules, and more of them.

“When will you do it?” she asked, suddenly
avoiding his gaze as she sat once again at the table.

“Tomorrow. I’ll go to the gym.” Saturday
morning, the place would be packed. “I’m sure I’ll find a suitable
candidate there.” The gym was a meat market, but he had no
intention of going on a date or fucking another woman. He wanted
only the illusion of it. He hadn’t taken a firm enough hand with
Ruby. She needed a lot more controlling. “And in future, I will
attend your dates with you.”

Her head shot up. “What do you mean?

He ate, forced a pleasant tone into his
voice. “We’ll go to a hotel bar, find a suitable candidate.” He
smiled, baring his teeth. “Then you’ll call me up to the room when
you’re done. I’ll have you the moment he’s gone.”

Her breath came faster. Yes, new rules would
be very good for them. He should have thought that before.

Yet later that night, even after the blow job
Ruby insisted on giving him, he couldn’t sleep.

He couldn’t get Jessica Murphy’s face out of
his mind or her scent out of his head. He couldn’t stop his body’s
reaction to his thoughts. Even after Ruby’s blow job.

Before, Jessica had been an attractive woman:
now she was a sexual fantasy.

Something had definitely happened in his
office. He feared it wasn’t good for any of them.

Chapter Five

That man knew how to rock her world. Why
hadn’t she thought of it before? Have Clay help her pick out a man.
Let him wait down in the bar while she went to a room. When she was
done, she’d let him lick her, clean her up, then fuck her right
into heaven. It was brilliant.

Saturday morning, Ruby sent Clay off to the
gym with a condom in his pocket from her very own special stash she
used for her dates. He wasn’t going to do a darn thing. He just
wanted to punish her by allowing her to think he would.

Things had been getting stale, same old, same
old. That’s why she’d noticed Bradley. He’d trailed in her wake
like a puppy sniffing at her. He was just what the doctor ordered
to spice things up, and it had worked even better than she’d
imagined. What
she hadn’
t realized was that
Clay himself needed to be spiced up, too, and her flouting of his
rules had given him an excuse to become domineering with her,
something he obviously needed at this stage in their relationship.
Her only mistake had been letting Jessica Murphy catch her.

Ruby smiled to herself in the mirror as she
applied her makeup. What she needed now was something truly
extraordinary to make Clay go completely out of his mind. His
workout would take at least two hours, especially when he was
teaching her a lesson, letting her imagine he was checking out all
the gym bunnies. Gosh, he might even be gone three hours, just to
push her buttons. It was more than enough time to execute her
plan.

She strolled into the bedroom wearing only a
pretty white lace thong and picked up her phone.

She typed out a quick text.
Get over here.
Now.
She thought a moment, then typed again.
And park down
the street.
Wouldn’t do to have the neighbors start talking.
That would piss Clay off rather than excite him.

But oh, she’d have such a nice surprise for
him when he got home. The scent of come all over his bed. Who knew
what kind of exhilarating ideas he’d come up with when she gave him
the right incentive?

Ruby got so wet thinking about the
possibilities that she had to touch herself before Bradley even
rang the doorbell.

* * * * *

Friday night, Jessica had gone to bed
thinking about Clay and woken up to dreams of him on Saturday
morning. She still couldn’t stop imagining them together as she’d
dressed in leggings and a long-sleeved T. After pulling her hair
back in a ponytail, she headed out for a run before dropping by
West Coast to work on those answers for Clay.

She made it as far as the parking lot of her
condo complex. Standing beside her car, she made a booty call. “Are
you busy?”

Vince’s voice was a low drawl. “No, what do
you have in mind?”

“I need
relief
.”

“I’m at your disposal.”

She’d had serious
relationships
—the last one ended before she came to West
Coast—but she’d never found a man she wanted to marry. Now, she
visited Vince when her hormones were raging. When she had to have
relief or go mad.

That’s how Clay made her feel. She needed
something immense to work him out of her system. Vince would have
to do.

She had a key, but she always called first. A
few times during their three-year arrangement, they’d taken a break
while he dated one girl or another. But he’d never asked for his
key back.

She unlocked his door. The apartment was
silent, but she smelled the shower and fresh soap as she passed the
bathroom. When she entered his bedroom, he was on the bed, idly
stroking his cock. Vince was forty-nine, but he had the body of a
man ten years younger, and he worked to keep it that way. He
reminded her of Clay: his looks, his age, his hot body. Her mouth
watered.

“So how do you want it, sweetheart?” His
voice was deep; his hair was gray; his cock was thick and long and
tasted good. His features were easy on the eyes, too.

“I don’t have much time. I have to go into
work.”

“Hard and fast then.”

She thought of Ruby on Clay’s desk. Then she
thought of Clay and his desk and what she’d have liked him to do to
her yesterday afternoon while his door was closed.

“I want it from behind.” She waggled a thumb
over her shoulder. “In your office.” Vince was a contract technical
writer. He did most of his work out of his home office.

He smiled. She’d always liked that smile.
They’d met at her previous company when he’d done some work for
them. They fit perfectly as friends with benefits, but some of his
habits would drive her crazy in a boyfriend. Like the way he just
up and went on vacation for a month or two. And he
didn’t have a 401K or an IRA
.

He rose from the bed, sauntered past her
through the open door, his cock at the ready. “Do you want to call
me Mr. Blackwell while I do you from behind on my big desk?”

Usually his flippancy made her laugh. Vince
was the only person in the world she’d ever told about her hots for
her boss. He let her play out her fantasies. Today, though, she
felt a little raw about it. “No,” she said. “just do me.” She was
already pushing her running pants over her hips.

Vince simply picked her up off her feet,
kicked the chair out of the way, then set her down in front of the
desk. She liked his height, his strength. Another reminder of Clay.
Sometimes he pushed her high up the wall and fucked her like that.
Now he shoved her facedown on the desk.

“I’m going to pull your panties down, Miss
Murphy, and fuck the hell out of you.” It was their signal, Miss
Murphy and Mr. Blackwell, not that she was ever so formal with
Clay. Vince was playing him despite what she’d said. With her
leggings halfway down her thighs, he bent over her and put his hand
between her legs. “You’re wet, Miss Murphy. Were you thinking about
this in the staff meeting?”

She closed her eyes. “Yes.”

He played her clit. “I was thinking how I
wanted to throw you down on that conference table and fuck the hell
out of you, Miss Murphy.”

She moaned. The fantasy consumed her. “Fuck
me, Mr. Blackwell. Please.”

“Don’t rush me. I want to play with your
pretty little pussy first.”

She curled her fingers into fists as he went
down on his haunches and licked her. “Oh God, Clay.” She wanted
this. She wanted him. Knowing his kinky desires, talking about sex
with him, it amplified her desire.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, Miss
Murphy.”

“God, yes.” She kept her eyes closed, holding
onto the fantasy as he slid open the desk drawer. He kept a stash
of condoms in every room, so he could be spontaneous.

He entered her with a hard thrust and no more
preparation than that quick lick along her pussy. Jessica didn’t
need it. She jammed her hands down on the desk to push back against
him.

“Fuck, you’re hot today, baby. So wet and
wild.” It was no longer Vince, it was Clay, his deep tones, his
hard cock taking her.

Generally, she needed to touch herself as
well, but today, all it took was the incessant pounding of his
cock, his deep male voice calling her Miss Murphy, telling her how
badly he’d wanted her these last three years, that he couldn’t
wait. That she was his. The ripple of orgasm started at the bead of
her clitoris, then streaked out like a flash fire through her
veins, across her skin.

She gasped as she felt him pulse in her.
“Don’t come in me.” She thought of what Ruby said, that Clay loved
the scent of come on her. “Do it all over me.”

He grunted, but did what she said,
withdrawing, tossing out the condom, then she felt the hot spray of
him over her ass. She reached back and rubbed it in. God, Clay
would love that. Then she turned. “Let me suck you.”

She went down on her knees to take him in her
mouth, gathering the last of his come on her tongue, swallowing
it.

She pretended she was tasting Clay.

* * * * *

Ruby had given him a goddamn condom when he
left, smiling, shoving him out the door. She was so sure of
herself, so sure of him. She wasn’t in the least repentant.

What would she do if he actually used it?

Clay did his usual forty-five minutes on the
treadmill. He wasn’t interested in the gym bunnies. If he followed
his Saturday morning routine, he’d have done weights, then followed
up with the stair climber. Yet he left after his run on the
treadmill, Ruby’s condom burning a hole in his pocket.

She had always amused him, yet her antics of
the last few days no longer seemed so entertaining. They needed to
have a serious discussion.

His Palo Alto home had high ceilings and an
open floor plan. Sound traveled. The kitchen, family room, and his
office were off to the left. The front hallway opened onto a formal
dining room and the living room, with its sixties-style fireplace
and flume in the center. When he’d had the place remodeled, he’d
preserved the vintage-era feel.
The
bedrooms—o
ne each for his sons, another he used as an
office, and the master—lay to the right.

Sounds filtered down from the bedroom
wing.

He wasn’t angry. In fact, he was emotionless.
Ruby had done no less than he expected. The hall was carpeted, his
footsteps effectively dampened. He wondered idly what position he
would find her in.

The king-size bed sat beneath the window,
facing the door. Ruby was in the process of executing a reverse
cowgirl, legs spread, a cock buried deep in her lush pussy. Clay
had to admit, the sight was impressive. The size of Bradley’s cock
certainly didn’t match the smallness of his mind. Ruby leaned back,
supporting herself with one arm on Bradley’s chest, her vibrator on
her clit. Her thighs were taut with effort, Bradley doing all the
work, his hands at her waist, his hips pumping.