Red Hot Reunion
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Her frustration at the way he’d purposefully misunderstood her question was crystal clear in her blue eyes. “No. That’s not what I meant. I was asking if…” Her lips were plump and juicy as she nervously licked at them. “You’ve been with more than one person. More than one woman. At the same time. Have you?”
He grinned at her erotic accusation, rather pleased with himself for getting her all in a dither. She was so much fun to toy with. Always had been, come to think of it.
“Do you really want to know the answer, sweetheart?”
She stared at him for a long moment before nodding.
“Come in the water, then, and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
She warred with herself, standing there in front of him, and he was pleased when she began pulling her dress up over her head and kicking off her shoes. Still in her panties, she dipped a toe in.
“Not so fast, Emma. Naked mineral baths only. Those are the rules.”
“The rules?”
She looked around for a sign, the cutest rule follower he’d ever met.
“My rules,” he said, his voice suddenly husky as he took in her incredible beauty in pink silk.
He could tell she was still upset with him for accusing her of being uptight, but he wasn’t going to apologize. Even if he wanted to.
Her tone petulant, she demanded, “What are you going to do if I don’t obey you and your stupid rules?”
“Spank you, of course.”
That stopped her in her tracks, just as he’d known it would. Her eyes grew big again and her ni**les hardened. He made a mental note to add spankings to his list of games to play with her before she left.
“I don’t believe you,” she said with false bravado, but at least she’d forgotten her irritation and stripped off her pink silk panties, giving him a full-frontal view of her beautiful pu**y.
Gingerly, she put one foot in the water. “Mmm,” she said, unconsciously sensual, “this does feel good.”
As far as Jason was concerned, she hadn’t even begun to feel good.
She sank into the natural stone hot tub and once she was settled across the tub from him, she raised an eyebrow and gave him her most world-weary perusal. “Back to all that kinky group sex you’ve had. Do tell?”
He would have laughed at her bravado had he not been so turned on by it. “Did I say anything about kinky?”
Her smile said,You didn’t have to. “Call it an educated guess. A good-looking guy like you, bestselling books, award-winning cable show. I’m guessing plenty of girls have thrown themselves at you.” She paused and licked her lips. “As a package deal.”
Oh shit, he hadn’t thought he could get any harder. She might have just been playing at being a bad girl, but damn if she wasn’t good at it.
He waited until he knew he could keep his voice steady. “I can’t tell you all my secrets, can I?”
She pouted with those delicious, soft lips. “You used to, remember?”
But he didn’t want to remember. He wasn’t interested in revisiting their history. Too many minefields. He simply wanted to screw her again with no thoughts of the future, and absolutely no remembrances of the past.
“Do you think you can handle it?”
Silently, he dared her to say yes.
That stopped her. He guessed she was starting to really imagine him with two women at a time. Or more.
Bravely she lifted her chin. “Of course I can.”
“Of course,” he murmured, still utterly unconvinced that she had any idea at all what her threshold for kink was. “So then there’s no reason not to tell you about my first threesome, is there?
Her mouth opened ever so slightly in surprise, but she quickly clamped it shut. He pretended not to notice.
“I knew it. You actually have had sex with two girls at once.”
He grinned and threw himself into his role. The role she evidently wanted him to play. “It wasn’t exactly in my plans, but how could I turn both of them down? They were so insistent. Like you said, theycame as a package deal.”
Her eyes dropped from his face to his enormous erection poorly hidden by the clear water. “I’ll bet they did,” she muttered, and he wasn’t sure if she knew he could hear her.
“It was after my first TV special had aired. I was in New York City, and the cable execs took me out to celebrate. They’d invited two gorgeous girls. One brunette, one redhead. Legs up to here…” He paused for effect. “You know the kind of girl I’m talking about.”
She raised an eyebrow as if she could have cared less what he was saying, but he could tell she was riveted. “The slutty supermodel type who plans on sleeping her way to the top,” she said rather uncharitably. “Go on.”
It took everything he had to hold back his grin. She was too easy. She really was. “The champagne was flowing and I was happy and then we were back in my hotel. All three of us.” Her chest was rising and falling rapidly now. “Before I knew it they were taking off my clothes. And then they were taking off their clothes.”
Her words were barely a whisper. “And then what happened?”
Jason weighed his words, trying to decide how far he should take this game. He knew he was being mean to her, but as far as he was concerned, the small ways he’d been toying with her were inconsequential against the backdrop of her past betrayal. Just thinking about watching her sweetly sensual lips be taken by that jock ass**le in the Stanford quad, ten years ago, was enough to send an invisible fist straight into his gut.
His mouth twisting with mockery, he said, “I never knew you were such a voyeur, Emma. That you’d get such pleasure from hearing about me having sex with other women.”
“I’m not,” she protested, but he knew how disappointed she would be if he stopped now.
“One of them starting kissing me and the other one dropped to her knees to take me deep into her throat.”
“She didn’t!”
“Oh yes she did.” He smiled and closed his eyes as if he were remembering this very event. Only, all he could think about was Emma dropping to her knees in his restaurant, sucking him in her delicious mouth.
“You liked it, didn’t you? Being showered with all of that attention. Men are so disgusting.”
He shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Who wouldn’t?” Going for the gold, he added, “The only time it got difficult was trying to figure out who to make love to first when they were both begging for it.”
He grinned at her erotic accusation, rather pleased with himself for getting her all in a dither. She was so much fun to toy with. Always had been, come to think of it.
“Do you really want to know the answer, sweetheart?”
She stared at him for a long moment before nodding.
“Come in the water, then, and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
She warred with herself, standing there in front of him, and he was pleased when she began pulling her dress up over her head and kicking off her shoes. Still in her panties, she dipped a toe in.
“Not so fast, Emma. Naked mineral baths only. Those are the rules.”
“The rules?”
She looked around for a sign, the cutest rule follower he’d ever met.
“My rules,” he said, his voice suddenly husky as he took in her incredible beauty in pink silk.
He could tell she was still upset with him for accusing her of being uptight, but he wasn’t going to apologize. Even if he wanted to.
Her tone petulant, she demanded, “What are you going to do if I don’t obey you and your stupid rules?”
“Spank you, of course.”
That stopped her in her tracks, just as he’d known it would. Her eyes grew big again and her ni**les hardened. He made a mental note to add spankings to his list of games to play with her before she left.
“I don’t believe you,” she said with false bravado, but at least she’d forgotten her irritation and stripped off her pink silk panties, giving him a full-frontal view of her beautiful pu**y.
Gingerly, she put one foot in the water. “Mmm,” she said, unconsciously sensual, “this does feel good.”
As far as Jason was concerned, she hadn’t even begun to feel good.
She sank into the natural stone hot tub and once she was settled across the tub from him, she raised an eyebrow and gave him her most world-weary perusal. “Back to all that kinky group sex you’ve had. Do tell?”
He would have laughed at her bravado had he not been so turned on by it. “Did I say anything about kinky?”
Her smile said,You didn’t have to. “Call it an educated guess. A good-looking guy like you, bestselling books, award-winning cable show. I’m guessing plenty of girls have thrown themselves at you.” She paused and licked her lips. “As a package deal.”
Oh shit, he hadn’t thought he could get any harder. She might have just been playing at being a bad girl, but damn if she wasn’t good at it.
He waited until he knew he could keep his voice steady. “I can’t tell you all my secrets, can I?”
She pouted with those delicious, soft lips. “You used to, remember?”
But he didn’t want to remember. He wasn’t interested in revisiting their history. Too many minefields. He simply wanted to screw her again with no thoughts of the future, and absolutely no remembrances of the past.
“Do you think you can handle it?”
Silently, he dared her to say yes.
That stopped her. He guessed she was starting to really imagine him with two women at a time. Or more.
Bravely she lifted her chin. “Of course I can.”
“Of course,” he murmured, still utterly unconvinced that she had any idea at all what her threshold for kink was. “So then there’s no reason not to tell you about my first threesome, is there?
Her mouth opened ever so slightly in surprise, but she quickly clamped it shut. He pretended not to notice.
“I knew it. You actually have had sex with two girls at once.”
He grinned and threw himself into his role. The role she evidently wanted him to play. “It wasn’t exactly in my plans, but how could I turn both of them down? They were so insistent. Like you said, theycame as a package deal.”
Her eyes dropped from his face to his enormous erection poorly hidden by the clear water. “I’ll bet they did,” she muttered, and he wasn’t sure if she knew he could hear her.
“It was after my first TV special had aired. I was in New York City, and the cable execs took me out to celebrate. They’d invited two gorgeous girls. One brunette, one redhead. Legs up to here…” He paused for effect. “You know the kind of girl I’m talking about.”
She raised an eyebrow as if she could have cared less what he was saying, but he could tell she was riveted. “The slutty supermodel type who plans on sleeping her way to the top,” she said rather uncharitably. “Go on.”
It took everything he had to hold back his grin. She was too easy. She really was. “The champagne was flowing and I was happy and then we were back in my hotel. All three of us.” Her chest was rising and falling rapidly now. “Before I knew it they were taking off my clothes. And then they were taking off their clothes.”
Her words were barely a whisper. “And then what happened?”
Jason weighed his words, trying to decide how far he should take this game. He knew he was being mean to her, but as far as he was concerned, the small ways he’d been toying with her were inconsequential against the backdrop of her past betrayal. Just thinking about watching her sweetly sensual lips be taken by that jock ass**le in the Stanford quad, ten years ago, was enough to send an invisible fist straight into his gut.
His mouth twisting with mockery, he said, “I never knew you were such a voyeur, Emma. That you’d get such pleasure from hearing about me having sex with other women.”
“I’m not,” she protested, but he knew how disappointed she would be if he stopped now.
“One of them starting kissing me and the other one dropped to her knees to take me deep into her throat.”
“She didn’t!”
“Oh yes she did.” He smiled and closed his eyes as if he were remembering this very event. Only, all he could think about was Emma dropping to her knees in his restaurant, sucking him in her delicious mouth.
“You liked it, didn’t you? Being showered with all of that attention. Men are so disgusting.”
He shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Who wouldn’t?” Going for the gold, he added, “The only time it got difficult was trying to figure out who to make love to first when they were both begging for it.”
