She didn’t want to tell him. Why giving him her name seemed more personal than her mouth, she didn’t know.
“I like them just fine,” she said instead, swallowing hard as he started undoing his belt.
Weren’t there areas here that were off-limits for sexual activity? The dance floor, she’d thought, but she’d seen some dubious things there last night. Then she noticed two chicks with their hands between each other’s legs and decided anything went pretty much anywhere.
She watched Gary open his zipper. This was really going to happen. Unless she got out of there in a hurry, she was about to give a blowjob to a complete stranger in front of a room of more strangers, her boss and, somewhere, her best friend.
Surreal didn’t begin to cover it.
Gary, to his credit, kissed her again before he directed her hand to his cock. She tried to relax, telling herself none of this meant anything. Other people enjoyed Kink and so could she.
For all she knew, Spencer could be getting a BJ of his own. Not that she dared look at him. She was afraid to see something that hurt as much as it aroused.
“C’mon, baby, suck me. Now.”
So much for dipping a toe into the pool of public screwing. As her fingers brushed hot, smooth skin, she jerked back, but not in revulsion. Someone had his hand in her hair and it sure wasn’t Gary.
She glanced back and Spencer jerked her in his hold, almost daring her to try to get free.
She didn’t. For once she was right where she wanted to be.
“Get lost.” The heat in her lover’s dark eyes as he stared down Gary and his bewildered, partially drooping erection almost made her feel sorry for him. Her new uh, friend, had just been unfortunate enough to become collateral damage in her and Spencer’s sexual tug-of-war. “She’s with me,” Spencer added, as if his death grip on her hair didn’t make that clear.
Kelly tried not to react outwardly. Really, she did. She dug her nails into the side of her bare thigh to keep from grinning like a fool. But that didn’t stop her from launching herself into his arms.
She’d never slept with someone she hadn’t kissed—her one-way assault in his car so didn’t count—and it was high time she got a kiss from him. Preferably half a dozen kisses. He owed her that much.
He didn’t resist. His lips parted easily and he tasted of coffee rather than whiskey. The kiss was rough and demanding and her clit pounded with each thrust of his tongue. She clutched his shoulder hard enough to leave marks, afraid he’d dematerialize like a ghost of excellent sex past.
God, she couldn’t believe this was really happening. Again.
When they came up for air, the room seemed a lot smokier and Gary was gone. The long, stiff cock prodding her belly definitely demanded all of her attention anyway.
Her fingers brushed the crown of his erection through his trousers. He was so damn hard. Her gaze flicked up to his speculatively. He obviously really got off on this place but at least he hadn’t wanted to share her. Her fingers moved faster and he inhaled raggedly, the sound alone causing a fresh rush of wetness between her legs.
“Still want to suck a cock?” His breath burned against her temple.
She reached for her drink and took another sip, a long one. She wanted his cock in her mouth. Lord knows, that wasn’t the problem. But doing that, here, in front of all these people…
The idea didn’t repulse her. Not exactly. Then she pictured being with some other guy—preferably one she found hot, unlike Gary—while Spencer watched, as he’d watched Nina, and her nipples tingled.
Maybe her vanilla had room for some chocolate chips after all.
“C’mon.” He skimmed his fingers down the inside of her arm and took her hand. His warm palm cradled her much smaller hand completely. “Let’s go.”
She set her half-empty drink on the bar and stumbled after him. “Where are we going?”
He didn’t answer her and he also didn’t wait for her to catch up as he maneuvered them through the throng of people clustered near the exit.
“Spencer, wait.” She yanked on him hard. “I don’t want to leave.”
She didn’t. Not when he was with her. Being here with him felt intimate and erotic and she couldn’t believe how excited she was. Given a little time, she might even warm up to that BJ. She just needed a bit more mental foreplay first.
“If you have to drink to relax, you shouldn’t be here.”
“And you’re not my boss. Not tonight.”
His eyes glittered in the low light when they met hers. “Fine. You want to stay? Stay.”