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  He had no hold or right to Bailey—except for tonight. This one night.

  “Jacob.”

  The breathy note in her voice twisted around him on the temptation it was. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in waves of red offset by yellow and orange strategically placed to create the perfect image of flames. Her eyes were outlined in dark makeup to accentuate the sultry smolder in them. The hard tips of her nipples showed beneath her dark green slip dress in a tease that continued to the crotch-length hem. Her bare feet finished the sexy forest nymph impression and had his dick stirring already.

  His heartbeat increased in incremental notches as the reality of the moment sunk in. He was finally going to live out his darkest fantasy with the woman he’d love to claim for real.

  And then he’d have to let her go.

  Chapter Three

  That jittery vibe trembled through every fiber of Bailey. It rushed down her spine and swirled with the anxious anticipation in her stomach.

  She inhaled long and deep, determined to keep her nerves from showing. This was her moment. Her chance at...something. What, she didn’t know for certain. It felt big, though. Important, unlike so many of her other random adventures.

  And none of this had been random, especially Jacob.

  He stood before her, his expression darker somehow, intense when it normally wasn’t. There was an increased heat to it too. Lust smoldered over everything to add another layer of mystery to a man she was only beginning to fully see.

  There was more to him than the affable manner he presented. And there was more to her than the flighty, flirty, erratic woman most thought her to be.

  “Safeword.”

  His demand pulled at the secret craving she’d ignored her entire life. Giving in to anyone wasn’t in her nature. Rebelling? Running? Diving into every crazy whim that snagged her attention? Yeah, that was her. Yet here she was...

  She shook her head, determined to hold her ground on this. A safeword was an out she didn’t want.

  “That’s foolish.” The harsh reprimand tore through the room with the intention of cutting. It barely grazed her.

  She slowly turned her attention to the tall, imposing man by the credenza. He was new to her, which snagged her interest for about a second. His cold stare layered over chiseled features, his broad shoulders and intimidating stance checked him into the arrogant category before she’d consciously thought about it. His type was all too familiar, and it’d lost its power over her before she’d started skipping classes in high school.

  She gave him a once-over before turning back to Jacob. He was the only one who mattered tonight. His opinion. His praise. His...care.

  She moved to him, her bare feet silent on the coarse carpet. A wave of cooler air skimmed down her arms, sending a chill over the heat that’d blanketed her since she’d entered the building. Her nipples beaded even tighter beneath her loose dress in a fan of prickles over her chest, teasing her desire and her imagination.

  Possibilities had spun in a circle of what-ifs and why not over the last weeks until she’d forced herself to stop. And now the moment was here.

  “The contract is enough,” she told him. His nostrils flared, but his expression remained unchanged. The gold flecks in his eyes seemed to blaze, though. Hot, intense, wanting.

  Her mouth went dry, and she curled her fingers in to keep from tapping them against her thighs. No nerves. No doubts. She was all in.

  His hand snaked out so quickly she barely acknowledged it before he’d snagged a fistful of her hair. He pulled her in, her neck bending back with the force of his hold.

  Her heart took a quick leap into her throat before she remembered to breathe. His firm grip close to her scalp held the strands tight without hurting. No, it was...oddly comforting. Strong, commanding without being painful.

  A strange softness entered her muscles and eased into her thoughts with equal lassitude. How?

  His breath skimmed over her cheek when he leaned in. She gasped at the quick bite on her earlobe, the sting fading almost before it’d registered. “Your safeword is firefly.” The words spoken only for her floated into her awareness before they drifted right back out, but his insistence touched her when it shouldn’t. Right? It should annoy her.

  Yet he understood her enough to know she wanted the illusion of her complete loss of power even if he still gave her an out.

  Her whispered “Yes, sir” came out automatically. She was his now.

  “Bailey.”

  His tortured mumble sent off a ripple of hunger that ate at her worries and mellowed the energy that never seemed to cease. He wanted her. He had her. She vibrated with the awareness, the hairs on her arm dancing from the barest touch of his suit jacket against it.

  He stepped back, that hardened mask in place, the one that didn’t quite fit him yet held her enthralled. A sad little whimper echoed in her mind when he released his hold on her hair. That mellowness persisted, however, her thoughts clear as she waited for him.

  There was no stress in waiting. No fear or wonder. Just something simple, something she couldn’t define.

  He drew the hem of her dress up as she lifted her arms. The material caressed her in little touches before it was drawn over her head. An appreciative growl came from Drake, but she didn’t look to him. He was here but not important.

  Jacob was the only one who mattered.

  And his eyes told her everything. Approval, lust and hunger burned beside something she could only describe as possessive. Her heart rate jumped at that, a new craving rising.

  “You’re beautiful.” His praise rumbled beneath the superficial coatings she’d heard most of her life. Maybe it was the depth of his tone or the almost awed inflection along with the honesty that rolled off him, but his words wrapped her in a warm embrace.

  Standing naked before him could’ve been humbling, empowering or any number of emotions. Instead it simply was. She had nothing to hide behind, not even the thin layer of cotton.

  She dropped to her knees in a move that was both a surprise and instinctual. The change magnified her position within the room and set off another rush of anticipation. Jacob loomed above her, his power overstated in his suit. But more than the clothing, was the command that radiated from him.

  His brow lifted slightly before the corner of his mouth quirked. The familiarity grounded her. Her breath caught, and her mouth started to water when he undid his belt buckle.

  She focused on his movements, each action deliberate as he slid his belt free and set it aside. Next came the button before he eased the zipper down. The low purr could’ve been a warning instead of the aphrodisiac it was to her.

  He shoved his underwear aside and fisted his erection. His smothered groan was as torturous as the slow stroke of his hand over the bulbous head and back down. She’d seen his dick before, but never like this. Never from this position or this close.

  She licked her lips, swallowed. Her pulse drummed in her ears as a slow burn started in her groin. Just imagining his dick drilling into her, taking what he wanted, hard, fast and punishing, had her pussy contracting around the ache that burst to life. She raised her chin, her mouth falling open as she trailed her gaze up to his.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth.” His rough words were so far from the man she knew she almost blinked to ensure it was still Jacob. “Make it good for me.”

  “Yes, sir.” Again, the words came out without thought, yet the rightness of them settled too close to her heart.

  His low curse tumbled down her back to deepen her hunger. She wanted to suck his dick, to make it good for him when pleasing people seemed to be her weakness.

  He rubbed the tip over her lips in a taunt that had her flicking her tongue out for a taste. The heady flavor matched the musky scent invading her senses. She hitched her jaw wide when he slid his dick into her mouth, a moan rumbling
in her throat. Her eyes fell closed as she reached for him. Yes.

  “No hands.”

  His sharp command shocked her eyes open. Any ounce of control she might’ve gained was lost when she lowered her arms back to her sides. She had no power. No say. A spike of panic kicked her heart rate up before his hand fisted in her hair once again. The tight hold wiped out the tension and quieted the noise.

  The awful, persistent backdrop of ridicule and failure she’d heard her entire life.

  She inhaled deeply through her nose and relaxed her jaw, reaching for the peace that’d been so close, as she clasped her hands behind her.

  “Good girl.”

  His praise, although trite and so damn typical, became the single best thing anyone had ever said to her. She was never good. Never right. Never...enough.

  He filled her mouth, her thoughts, her senses until there was only this. Now.

  The hot slick of his dick on her tongue. The struggle to not gag when he went too deep. The slow breaths through her nose to keep her steady.

  He pushed harder, faster, her low moan humming in her head. She didn’t have to think. Didn’t have to worry or stress or reach for more.

  Drool tracked down her chin and her eyes watered, yet she didn’t care. It wasn’t her concern. She forced her eyes open, her mind hitching at Jacob’s expression. That awe was still there, along with a raw power that left her hungry for more.

  “Fuck. Bailey.” His voice was coarse and dry. “You’re...” He shook his head, that dazed look disappearing as he stepped back.

  She almost whimpered when his dick pulled free from her mouth. Her jaw ached, and her throat was parched, but she wanted it back. He caught her drool with his thumb, swiping it away on a slow stroke that drew her lip down.

  Jacob flicked his chin at one of the other men, but she didn’t turn her head to see which one. “Your turn.” His gaze snapped to her, his authority washing over her with that one look. She was his—to do whatever he wanted.

  No rules. No outs.

  A smile curled the corner of her mouth. He was pushing, and she wasn’t backing down. Not now, not ever.

  Chapter Four

  Jacob’s thoughts were spinning at the same pace as his heart, which was too fast for what the situation warranted. Bailey on her knees, taking his dick, had been amazing. But Bailey on her knees taking Drake’s dick because Jacob wanted it?

  So damn hot.

  Kellan caught his eye before stepping up behind Bailey. He’d tossed his suit jacket over a chair along with his tie and rolled his sleeves up, the end of a tattoo showing on his forearm.

  He crowded her, until she was trapped between the two men. Her hair streamed over her shoulders in a tangle of colors that danced like flames on her pale skin. Her hands were still gripped behind her back, her head resting on Kellan’s erection, the outline clear beneath his slacks.

  Kellan stroked his fingers along her hairline, trailed them down her jaw until he traced her stretched lips. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Drake’s grunt overpowered Bailey’s soft purr. “Do you like having his cock stuffed in your mouth?”

  Her eyes fell closed, but another low moan floated to Jacob. His chest clenched with an unexpected rush of pure jealousy. It took him a moment to identify the clawing, gnawing sensation for what it was.

  He’d never experienced it before, especially not in the Boardroom. It stunned him, but not completely. Bailey was his—and she was sucking Drake’s dick because he’d ordered it.

  Her blissed-out expression was beautiful, her enjoyment clear. Yet he wanted her focus to be on him when he’d never craved it from another.

  “Step away.” His order snapped out as clarity took hold. He barely waited for the men to back off before he squatted in front of Bailey to reassert his claim.

  He shoved his tongue into her mouth, uncaring of the taste or anything other than declaring his ownership. His right.

  His deepest desire.

  She yielded beneath his onslaught, but she kissed him back, stroking his tongue and urging him on without taking over. The balance was intoxicating and so damn overwhelming.

  He ripped his mouth free, his breaths harsh as he stood. His pulse raged in a beat so intense he swore the others could see it. She did that to him when no one else could.

  “Bend her over the table,” he directed before he backed away. He had to if he wanted to maintain some level of control.

  He glanced over the floggers, paddle, clamps, vampire glove and other items he’d laid out on the credenza. None of them pulled his interest or felt right. He wanted his hands on her, the direct contact that heated his skin and left it buzzing.

  He turned to the table, his focus glued to Bailey. Her ass was presented beautifully in the air, her breasts pressed against the table. Her hair was spread wildly around her head, a random mole peeking through on her shoulder. And she watched him, her expression still open and accepting.

  He trailed a finger from the crease of her ass to her nape, loving the small shiver that followed. Her responsiveness was just one more thing that’d drawn him in. She loved to be touched, stroked, petted.

  “Should we all fuck you?” he mused. Her eyelids lowered just a tad. “Take turns?” Her breath hitched. “Make you come, over and over until you’re too exhausted to think?” Her soft mew told him everything. “Or should I make you wait? Have you hold that orgasm in until coming is your sole desire?” Her whimper was intoxicating, the decision his alone.

  Kellan inched up behind her, hand flexing to communicate his desire.

  There was a reason why Jacob never took the lead. Why he was the mediator, the helper, the assistant. Why he gladly stepped back when someone else stepped up. Being the lead meant being responsible for the outcome and everyone involved, something he’d avoided for most of his life. But now, he wanted that weight, owned it when it came to Bailey.

  He lifted his chin to Kellan.

  The first slap cracked through the room. Bailey’s shocked yelp tumbled over the top of it. Her eyes were wide when the next hit landed, the smack of skin on skin exceptionally loud. Her mouth parted on a silent cry, forehead wrinkling as her fingers dug into the hard surface of the table.

  A quick series of hits peppered the air with the force of each impact. Bailey remained strong through each one, her gaze holding on his until desire slowly overtook resistance. Her eyes fell closed on an unheard sigh that was so damn beautiful.

  He raised his hand to Kellan, who landed two more softer blows, one to each butt cheek, before he stopped.

  Kellan stroked a hand up her back before sliding it down to rub the tender flesh, which bloomed bright red now. “Look at you being so good. Did you like that?”

  Bailey’s back lifted and fell with each quick breath. She wasn’t struggling to get away, but there was none of her feisty objection or flirty comebacks so typical to her. Instead, there was only quiet.

  “I asked you a question.” Kellan’s hard statement was backed by another smack to her ass.

  Jacob tensed at Bailey’s soft grunt and whimper. He leaned over the table, taking in her clenched fists and eyes that were now squeezed tightly closed.

  She wet her lips before a soft “Yes” came out.

  “Yes, what?” Kellan demanded.

  Her breath hitched and then her fists uncurled in slow increments. She opened her eyes to nail Jacob with questions he couldn’t decipher. She stared right at him as she answered, “Yes. I liked it.” No sir, just yes to Kellan.

  Her response was a punch to his longing. The firm certainty in her gaze said she knew exactly what she was doing.

  He had his mouth back on hers before he’d consciously thought to move. This. God, this. He plundered and took without care. Bailey. She was all he could think about. All he wanted.

  Her moan set off another rush of desire that ha
d his dick hardening even more, if that was possible. She swamped his senses and drove him until she was on her back, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hand digging into his hair.

  The other men were forgotten as he took and took and... His gasp was loud when he broke away to get air, but he only kissed down her chest until he could take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and long, her back arching as he lifted, the tip trapped between his teeth. Her cry was all passion, her sob one of desire.

  There was no plan now, no deliberate act or strategy he was following. That crazed feeling scrambled up his back and nipped at his thoughts before it was washed away by the frenzy of need.

  “Bailey,” he mumbled as he moved to her other breast. This tip was just as hard and ready for him. Any thought of gentleness had fled, and she responded to his bites and hard touches with a willing eagerness that urged him on.

  “Jacob.”

  Her breathy cry was timed with the urgent rocking of her hips. She ground against his dick with frantic movements that ripped a groan from him. The thin layer of his pants wasn’t enough of a barrier between him and her hot pussy.

  One deep breath, another and he barely had his orgasm shoved back. When was the last time he’d almost come in his pants? Too long ago to remember.

  But it felt so damn good.

  The urgency held in his balls and wound through his groin and up his dick. That almost-but-not-quite razor’s edge was another element he savored. How long could he ride that need before he had to have her?

  He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his hunger urging him to just take her now. “Did you like the spanking?” he asked by her ear.

  She stilled, her breaths faltering before she turned her head. Her lips grazed his jaw in the softest of touches. “I’d like it better from you...sir.”

  Fucking... Jacob squeezed his eyes closed and clung to his restraint. Power raced up to kick aside his earlier worries. She wanted his control. She’d given him authority over her. Him.