Wish Her Well (2 page)

Amanda blew out a breath. What was she supposed to say, here?

She said the only thing she could. “Well, let’s hope Nicole calls someone soon.”

Derek nodded in agreement and sent her off with a reminder they would need to be ready and waiting at the Prescott house tomorrow evening, precisely on time., when the Accord would adjourn their final planned session.

According to Thomas, Amanda had received an invite to the adjournment mixer because the rest of the Accord wanted to meet her. No pressure, there. Small mercy that she hadn’t much time to worry about it the following day. That afternoon she reported to wardrobe, genuinely looking forward to a change of pace. With the Three Sisters Ball events in full swing, the owners were looking to keep blue-chip clients happy. Lily Briggs wanted to give Amanda to her husband Brandon as an early birthday present-slash-reward for winning an important court case. The owners were obliged to allow a rare offsite fantasy.

Amanda didn’t mind the rule-bending. Eric would be with her every second, and Tony would assist with security. And since she hadn’t yet worked one-on-one with Brandon, Amanda had to admit to plain old base curiosity over what it would be like to have sex with him. Back in her banking days, he’d been one of the most talked-about players in the financial system. If she had met him on the street or socially, she wouldn’t have dared speak to him, let alone seduce the man.

More than once during the hour-long drive to his office, she recalled that moment last time in The Zoo, that brief impression that Brandon wasn’t as adventurous as Lily and Tony. This time, Lily’s vague notes on what she wanted done to her husband were relatively vanilla. Probably she had the right idea to keep their trial run tame so that Brandon wouldn’t feel pressured, merely relaxed and indulged.

The law offices were smaller than Amanda had expected, a single-story brick and glass building on the outskirts of a nearby town. Tony met them at reception where a wine bottle sat cockeyed in a trashcan. Plastic cups, cake plates and other debris rested on counters and end tables.

Tony explained. “Big party earlier in the day. Don’t worry, though. Everyone’s gone home except Brandon.”

He led them down a hallway and knocked at the last office.

Brandon hauled the door open a moment later, looking annoyed at the interruption. Until he recognized her, at least. She saw the realization click, and an instant, corresponding change in his demeanor. The tall, gaunt Brandon morphed from brooding to intrigued, and his eyes filled with a perplexed curiosity once he’d taken a good long gander at Amanda’s brown and extremely uptight jacket and skirt.

“So you’re the special delivery,” he said.

Amanda, who had learned Thomas’s lessons well, didn’t speak, only gave Brandon a faint, delicately carnivorous smile that sent him backing out of the doorway to let them in.

Brandon’s office, though beautifully decorated in greens and golds, was a mess. The destruction centered around his desk and a conference area where files, books, laptop computers and coffee cups littered every available surface. Not a lot of room to work with, but a couch set before some bookshelves had escaped much of the wreckage.

Good enough, she thought, while Eric and Tony together made a quick pass through the room to close drapes and blinds. She set a small carrying case near the couch. Eric took up post beside the door while Tony made himself scarce. Once the door had closed behind him, Amanda patted the back of the couch. “Have a seat.”

She had seen the way Brandon watched her while she’d been in the shadowbox. Her client was a visual animal. When he sat down on the couch, she immediately went to work on her jacket buttons.

Brandon wasn’t as quick to slide into the spirit of things. He sat stiffly, looking painfully uncomfortable as she peeled the jacket off to expose the thin ivory silk shell beneath. The only way past the discomfort was distraction, she figured. Off went the skirt, shell and her brown suede pumps, leaving her in the white lace pushup bra and tiny matching thong.

As expected, however hesitant Brandon may have felt at first, his eyes were drawn to the bra that was just sheer enough to show a hint of nipple but not sheer enough to satisfy his curiosity. And she let him look until he seemed like he might want to touch. She wouldn’t allow that. Later, yes, but not now, when he was only beginning the ascent to arousal. She watched it begin, seeing his penis begin to swell and stiffen, trapped inside his trousers.

Her inner pilot light began to burn with a bit more urgency when Brandon made another visible shift. He leaned back against the couch and spread his knees enough to ease the pressure on his erection.

Good boy. Feeling now would be an interesting time to reveal more of what Lily had in mind for her husband’s visual pleasure, Amanda picked up the carrying case and set it on the couch beside him. The bag unzipped into two halves, revealing the dildo and the lube.

Brandon stared at the contents a moment, then back to Amanda, his pale hazel eyes glassy with arousal, but still uncertain.

She didn’t let him wonder about her intentions long. She got down on her knees between his, forcing them farther apart. He flinched as she took two fistfuls of expensive cotton near his waist and pulled his shirttails free. Then she began to unbutton him, moving slowly and watching his tension begin to rise again. To combat it, she leaned forward a little, bringing herself into contact with his inner thighs. A burst of powerful arousal ignited behind his eyes, and she liked what she saw next. He leaned back once more, surrendering.

A flicker of a thought, a quick substitution of Thomas surrendering in that way, and the mild arousal she’d felt before surged with new force. She didn’t feel exactly guilty, thinking about Thomas while with a client. Brandon could only benefit, but it troubled her all the same. Unsettling, the way Thomas crept into her thoughts all the time. Sure, Josh and Neil and her mystery client did, too, but it was Thomas who most often nabbed the spotlight.

God, how she wished she had never gotten that stupid phone call from Shelley. Had never gotten into that shower with Thomas, and more than anything, she wished he hadn’t trusted her enough to reveal any vulnerability. Even worse to watch him re-armored himself in front of her. As if the physical attraction wasn’t potent enough, to see for herself that he wasn’t as hardened and cynical as he pretended to be, that he had a major weak spot where she was concerned, had a dangerous effect. The attachment could turn to concrete if she fed it any more electricity.

No. To entertain ideas about Thomas would be foolish in the extreme. She hadn’t come here to get involved with anyone. Just the opposite, in fact.

She jolted herself away from any such thoughts to focus once more on her client. She was maybe more forceful than necessary while she made him sit up so she could strip off his shirt.

Brandon Briggs was in damned good shape for his age. He must be nudging fifty, and though he was skinny by nature, he still had nice muscle definition. Lots of hard bumps and ridges beneath patches of hair a shade or so darker than the pale brown version on his head. She swept her hand across pectorals that flexed beneath her palm. Farther down, she lowered her head to place a light kiss below his belly button.

Brandon let out an aroused sigh. She felt yet another rise in her own excitement, but the flavor of it caught her up short. She felt powerful, knowing she could make a man like Brandon Briggs surrender.

That, too, she shoved away. Wrong. She hadn’t come to Fantasy Heights for anything like that, either. Her job was to give him pleasure. A simple transaction, and she was compensated with more than money. She’d wanted the adventure. The experiences. This job took a hell of a lot more mettle than she’d expected and every time she conquered a challenge, it made her more than she’d been before.

Once again, she heard Thomas’s voice in her head.
Do the job
.

She unbuckled Brandon’s belt and took her time dealing with the button and zip on his trousers. He writhed impatiently. She liked the breathy whimper he made when she began to peel his trousers off and she leaned in to gently close her teeth on the inside of his thigh. His back arched and his jaw clenched. The response fueled her on with perhaps a bit more speed and fervor than was strictly professional. She stripped his pants the rest of the way off, and they worked in tandem to send his boxers and socks flying after.

Now that he was nude, she made him settle back once more with a steady hand on his belly. What happened next taught her something about her client. He was just as tuned into her as she was to him; he seemed to understand that she was supposed to be in charge, and it cost him some effort, turning control over to her. His breaths turned measured, and he clamped his hands onto the edge of the sofa cushions, forcing himself to submit when she took gentle hold of his shaft and bent to kiss the head of his penis. She applied herself to arousing him further, then, massaging his tip with her lips, licking him, sucking him into her mouth.

The first time she felt him surge, his penis throbbing to its hardest, she lifted her head. Time for the next step. She got to her feet once more, making contact with eyes now nearly black with desire, she reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Those darkened eyes fixed on the motion and blinked hazily as she stripped the lace down and off, finally revealing her breasts. Then, with deliberately provocative intent, she turned her back to him, showing him the thong and hooking her thumbs into the flimsy straps at her waist. She parted her feet a little wider and tilted her pelvis down so that he would have a more incendiary view once she started to peel the thong down.

Though she couldn’t see his reaction, she could hear it. He let out a groan of decadent pleasure as she peeled the lace down, bending at the waist, making sure he could see what he wanted between her legs.

“Amanda…” he pleaded.

Nope. She was nowhere near done yet and she couldn’t allow him to take over. She straightened and stepped out of the panties. Back at the couch, she plucked the bottle of lube from its case and returned to her spot between his knees. After filling her palm with clear, slippery gel, she spilled it onto Brandon’s belly before smearing her hands through it.

She figured Brandon forgot all about control for those moments while she slathered him in lube from the base of his balls to the very tip of his cock. He clutched helplessly at the cushions, eyes affixed to her hands as they worked.

She took hold of his shaft once more and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out, expanding and lowering the base while she leaned forward to take in his head and shaft. She breathed deep through her nose and brought his tip to the very back of her tongue, the hot head pressing against obstruction. Her gag reflex decided to say hello and she backed off for a moment while Brandon sighed out a growled note of desire.

She closed her eyes and quieted her mind, recording the feel of him in her mouth. Another surge. She didn’t want him to come yet. Proceeding with caution, she very slowly, very carefully, jutted her chin forward again, trying to ease his tip into her throat so he would feel more pressure against his tip.

Apparently, it worked. His hands left the couch and took gentle hold in her hair. “Please, stop. I don’t want to come yet. Not yet. Please.”

She had better let him cool off. Changing course slightly, she reached over for the dildo. Back on her feet, she stood between his knees and lifted one leg to rest her right foot on his thigh. Leaned back as he was, he would be able to see between her legs with ease.

He started to say something, but faltered when she began to coat the dildo with lube. Once finished, she watched him swallow hard when she held it out to him.

He grabbed it with speed, then took over only enough to reposition them. Considerate of him. He shifted sideways on the couch, leaving her with one foot on the floor, one propped on the back of the couch. Her balance was better this way, and she was spread nicely wide so he could lie on his back for an unobstructed view of his hands pressing the dildo into her cunt.

She grinded gently against the pressure he applied, sinking the orange dildo in, twisting it back out. He liked this part. So did she. Sparks formed around that inner ring of nerves, The friction of the dildo could easily reduce her to quaky, flammable greed if she let it.

He asked the question men always asked. “Do you like that? Does it feel good?”

“Yes. But I want you to fuck me. How would you like me?”

Brandon had no trouble making up his mind. He removed the dildo and dropped it onto the carryon, then turned her around so she could sit on his cock, facing away from him.

Excellent idea. Enthusiastic, she reached down to take hold of his shaft. Brandon was keen to help. Also eager to lean back and watch the penetration, even guiding her hips with his hands as she lowered herself down. He took one hand away to cover hers, helping to guide his tip into position. As soon as he felt the tip slip against her wet lips, he thrust upward, driving his well-lubricated penis in deep and hard.

Her body responded with a ferocious quickening to the rough, aggressive handling. Wickedly arousing, and very satisfying. Brandon clutched her hips, steadying her and guiding at once, moving her up and down, timing her and his own thrusts into a nerve-meltingly slow but intense grind. This time, the friction inside was coupled with heat, and after only a few moments she had to lean forward to rest her hands on his knees. Her own were weakened with need. Her balance wasn’t the greatest and her connection with the world dimming the more her arousal rose toward orgasm. On and on it went, tightening higher and higher and even with his hands helping, the exertion was making her thigh muscles quiver and ache. But instead of hurting, the effort latched itself onto the pleasure and combined forces, sweetening muscles from her hamstrings all the way up into her neck.