Tainted Love (Book 1) (2 page)

But I’
m a lady.

“
I’m Sullivan.” I lied, extending my hand. The truth was too complicated to reveal on a first meeting basis. The truth was too complicated to reveal period.

A familiar pull awakened in me when our hands finally touched.
Oh my.
I felt his hand tense and as I looked into his eyes, he was gazing sharply at me, almost piercing my skin. It was a dominant look. I gave him an equally challenging look. He was stating his intentions clearly.
He wanted me.

I felt a pang of disappointment when he released my hand, yearning for a l
onger, much deeper contact. Yes…sex. Being around him made me think of hot, hungry, rough, sheet-clawing, sweaty, uncensored sex. I jolted backward as butterflies ambushed my stomach, causing my core to clench.
Oh my.

“
Simone. Cadence,” he acknowledged the women standing with me. “May I steal a dance?”

Simone and Cadence looked feebly at him. The blood drained from their faces. I almost choked on the champagne I was drinking.
Silly women.

He stared at them with deep, dark, intense eyes. He knew what he was doing. I downed the rest of my champagne, ready to be whisked away to the dance floor.

Ben took Cadence’s hand, passing me over completely. I almost sank to the floor.
What the hell?
Cadence stared back at us with a horrifyingly surprised look.

“
Totally out of her depth,” Simone muttered, sniggering at what had just happened.

He passed me
over? Me?
My mind registered the shock over and over again. I stood devastated. That had never happened to me before. Was my radar off? Were the signals not there? I knew he wanted me; they always want me. What happened?

As he danced with Cadence
to a soulful and jazzy version of
Tainted Love
, his eyes glanced periodically to where Simone and I stood. A little pissed off, I grabbed another glass of champagne from the tray the waiter bore, drinking it quickly.

Locking my vision on the
masterpiece that is Ben Hayes dancing with the ultra-shy and mediocre-looking Cadence, I felt knocked down a peg…and jealous. I felt jealous. An emotion I had never cared to harbor, since no man was worth being jealous over when I could have any man I wanted. Somehow, this…Ben was making me experience that in waves. My thoughts had scrambled and I needed to pull myself together.

Excusing myself from Simone, I walked briskly – swaying a bit from the alcohol – to the restroom. Thankfully I was alone, aside
from the restroom attendant. I’d have some time to think about what just happened.

I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked good. I looked sexy. Sure, my supple dark tan skin had a sheen of sweat to it, but that added to the sex appeal. My purple dress was clinging to my every curve, not even a glove could fit this well. My hair was in a tight bun, making my eyes pinch in a seductive way. I was wearing lip gloss, accentuating my lips to irresistible proportions. I looked fuckable in every sense of the word and he still…rejected
me
?

Rejected? The thought weighed heavily on my mind as I locked myself in one of the cubicles. Then it came to me. I figured out his game.

“Silly rabbit,” I laughed to myself. He was trying to get my attention; trying to make me jealous.

I exited the cubicle smoothing down my purple, off-the-shoulder, fitted knee-length dress. Stopped in my tracks, I was greeted by the green-eyed God himself.

“Talking to yourself, are we?” he said with an amused raised eyebrow.

“
Just responding to a text I found funny, Mr. Hayes,” I fibbed with derisive amusement at his expense.

Ben stared at me his lips
twisting into a half smile. “I’m trying to figure you out.”

“Figure me out? I’
m not a jigsaw puzzle, Mr. Hayes,” I snorted, my voice smooth and sultry.

I walked over to the huge mirrors, washed my hands then fixed my hair, ensuring that he enjoyed the show.

“But you
are
a mystery; a riddle maybe,” he replied, passing me a quizzical glance. “I was afraid of approaching you. That’s never happened to me before.”

I was sure something like that didn’t happen to a man like him
who exuded such power, such control. I knew if I kept up my charade, I would have had him hook, line and sinker.

“Oh, really?” I faked surprise, my acting skills on fine display.

“When you looked at me earlier before I came over, I was literally pinned by those seductive eyes of yours,” he confessed. Ben perused my face, his green eyes pulling me into him. I could get lost in them, to be honest.

Get it together
, lady
, I implored myself inwardly.

“You intrigue me, Sullivan
,” he continued, “but you don’t play fair. So that’s why I had to go all
“silly rabbit”
on you…”
He got me. “…
and dance with Cadence.”
Busted.

He paused and grabbed my hand as though in desperation, rubbing sm
all circles along my knuckles. “I need to see you away from here.”

“
Why?” I finally breathed, not aware that I’d been holding my breath.

He commanded my attention, unbeknownst to him of course, and it pissed me off. My
center clenched, moistening at his touch, those tiny circles creating mayhem to my already intoxicated body. Under normal circumstances, this dalliance would end up being a restroom quickie, but there was nothing normal about this moment. He had me weak in the knees. My plan was crumbling; melting away in the seat of my panties.

“
Because I want to explore your body in as many ways pleasurable,” he said simply as he ran his smooth lips over my knuckles. “Have you seen the way you look? Every man in here wants a piece of you, but I’m the only one with enough balls to come get what I want.”

What
little resistance I had evaporated as I flicked my big brown eyes up to him. My stomach fluttered and my lips parted as his eyes pierced through me. I could see the desire all over his face. He
did
want me.

And God, did
I want him!

Why did he have this effect on me? I felt like I wanted to throw myself at him.
This is that pull Simone was talking about. You couldn’t help but
want
to please this…God, because – make no mistake – that was what he was. Shaking myself from my lustful haze, I took control of the situation, just to see what he would do with a woman who took control.

No time for long conversations or grand romantic gestures, I tugged my hand from his and moved it deftly inside his jacket pocket, pulling out his wallet. His eyes became wide with a raised eyebrow and a quizzical look, waiting to see what I would do with his wallet.

I quickly pulled out one of his business cards and examined it.

“
I can write my personal cell on there,” he offered, reaching for the card. I flashed him a reproachful look, freezing his hand in mid-air which he slowly retracted to his side.

I took a pen from my silver clutch purse and scribbled my cell number and email address on it, handing it
to him. He took it bemused, shaking his head at my audacity.

All part of my plan, Mr. Hayes.

“Don’t lose it, or it’ll be your loss,” I muttered as I patted his chest, smoothed my hand over his right shoulder and walked away.

Now a week later and here we are. Not a bad way to start my new year: In bed with an insanely handsome
and totally sexy man.

As I gently ease from under his now two ton leg, I pay careful attention not to wa
ke him as I resolve to leave. I’m a smash and dash kinda girl.

I sit on the edge of the bed reminiscing on the last hour and how exciting and physically draining it was, surprised that I still have strength left
to think much less to move; but I have yet to meet the guy who will make me pass out from a bout of wild sex. I do the knocking out around here.

“
Mmm,” his mumble pulls me from my reverie. I turn to see a big smile on his face that makes everything inside me jerk.

Ben really
is
sexy, especially naked. His toned muscles brandish a Chinese symbol tattoo over his right pectoral that I got to lick and bite a few minutes earlier. The little hair I had seen on his chest that night, a week ago, falls in between his pecs, fairly covering his stomach, leading down to his sagittal line – that
very
happy trail. His Apollo-V is well defined and leads to long, strong legs.
Drool-worthy.

His sa
tiny, previously neat, dark brown hair is now a ruffled, just-shagged sight. His aquiline nose leads to his exquisite, partially open cupid lips, which are a lovely shade of red from being kissed so savagely. A square jawline rounds out what I would call a damn fine sight to behold.

He opens his eyes
and the most hypnotizing green eyes sear at me. Ben reaches over and grabs my legs, dragging me over to him. He hugs me bearishly, growling hungrily with sexual desire.

Giggling at his insatiable appetite, he grips me tighter, nuzzles my neck and inhales my scent.

“I hope you weren’t leaving?” Ben says as he places light kisses on my neck.

“
What if I was?” I ask, desire unfurling in my stomach anew.

“
Then I would have to convince you to stay,” he whispers, pressing his erection into my hip.

I bite my bottom lip thinking of the possibilities and smile. I reach down and take him into my hand as he clutches
tightly to me. My fingers can hardly close around him, but I move my hand along the rigid phallus with sexual precision. I revel in hearing his soft moans that stoke my desire further. He loosens his hands, ready for the onset of pleasure that he knows I am capable of giving him.

I h
ave him right where I want him.

My gri
n is wide and salacious as
I turn to face him for a tighter hold on his rigidity. Ben turns on his back ready for my explorative hands, but instead of jerking him to the point of ravenous beast-hood, I prop myself on my knees and slide him into my mouth. He hisses, moving his hips upward. His thickness expands in my mouth as my tongue swirls around the tip. His hips swivel and his legs twitch his moans and movements motivating me as I go.

Ben
moves his hands to my head, slamming into my mouth, causing me to almost gag. I release his dick with a pop as I take a much needed breath.

“
I might have to restrain you, Ben. Be a good boy. Let me take control,” I purr, wiping the saliva from my mouth.

He chuckles indulgently. “I need to fuck you,” he says, running his hand through my hair.

“I know, Ben. All in good time,” I answer, knowing full well what he can do to me. I smirk as I continue to fellate him.

I’
m in control,
I think to myself. I have to revel in that fact right now, because I know his true nature will eventually win out.

His sexy eyes roll back in his head and he grits his teeth
while trying to stifle the loud moans from escaping his lips.

“
Sully, please,” he begs. But I’m not quite satisfied.

I suck harder as he grinds into my mouth. Up and down I smooth my lips along his impressive length,
trying to take all of him whilst sheathing my teeth. Of course a man that screams power, has power in his pants as well, I muse.

I slurp him hungrily, moving down to his scrotum and taking
his sack into my mouth.

“
Oh, to hell with this!” he growls, picking me up and throwing me on the bed.

Ben perches on top of me and spreads my legs with his knees. He reaches over for his wallet, yet again pulling a condom from it.
Ugh, I hate those things
.

He rolls it onto his cock
, staring intently at me like a predator. I’m a gushing mess as he uses his index and middle finger to gently rub my clitoris then sticks his thumb inside my vagina.

“
Good, you’re ready.” He licks his lips as he pulls his finger from me and guides his fingers to his mouth, tasting my arousal. “You taste divine, Sullivan.”

He slams into me, taking his revenge on my welcoming vagina for teasing him.

“Ah!” I scream in enjoyment.

“
Oh, fuck, feel that. Fucking good pussy,” he whispers almost inaudibly, looking to the ceiling with closed eyes.

He begins pounding, dragging me closer to him. My legs are propped up on his shoulders and he digs inside me, all the more wanting to go deeper.

“Oh God, Ben!” I squeal as he touches that very sensitive area inside me. My vagina starts squishing. He’s found my spot, again!