Page 11 of A Little Harmless Pleasure

Without breaking eye contact—and he did have the most beautiful eyes, dark brown, threaded with sparks of gold—she reached into his right pocket. When she found it empty, she narrowed her eyes. He laughed.

“I never said it was in that pocket.”

Oh, so he wants to play games.Of course, men like him loved to play games. It pleased them to control everything. She was sick of it. Sick of being the one who reacted to everything around her, instead of being the one who caused the reactions. And damned if the idea of dragging control away from him didn’t turn her on more. Still, she was irritated. Rational thought dissolved as she considered how she’d allowed men to make decisions for her all her life. Men looked at her and saw a fragile flower without a brain, a woman who couldn’t stand up for herself. For once, she refused to let him get away with it. He deserved a little punishment. She shifted her hand an inch and stroked his cock…just once. His smile faded, and every muscle tensed. Triumph flashed through her.

Casually, she pulled her hand from his pocket, grazing the top of his penis with her index finger. He sucked in a breath, and she smiled. An emotion grew inside her chest. It wasn’t lust, although it did add an edge to that. It was something else that made her feel more confident…powerful.

“So,” she said, leaning closer, taking a deep breath. God, he smelled good. His cologne held a hint of musk mixed with the unique scent of Chris himself. It rose from his flesh, enticing her. Her mouth watered just thinking of nibbling his skin. It made her head spin, her blood flame, her pussy drip. She couldn’t think of him as anything but a huge sweet she wanted to take a bite out of. “You have the keys in your other pocket?”

She stepped beside him, dragging her fingers across the front of his trousers, lightly caressing him as she passed by his cock. He leaned his head back against the door and closed his eyes. He took a few deep breaths and swallowed, hard.

“Why don’t you find out?”

Again, challenge added an edge to his voice. This time, though, she could tell he hoped she would take him up on it. There was a small space between him and the door, and she slid one leg behind him. She leaned into him, allowing her breasts to brush the back of his arm. With the slightest movement, she rubbed against him. His muscles contracted, and she smiled. He was trying his best to control himself. Wanting to push him a little more and see his reaction, she slipped her hand into his left pocket. She inched her fingers down, massaging the skin beneath the lining of the pocket.

Chris shifted restlessly. She paused until he stilled again. Once he did, she continued her exploration, ignoring the fact she knew damn well her keys weren’t in this pocket, either. As before, a sense of power enveloped her. The craving that enticed her now held her body hostage. She’d never been one to initiate. Not once, in all the time she’d been with him, had she pleasured Max. Sex was something always done to her.

This was different.

This sent another jolt of electric current racing through her blood, pulsing with desire. As she moved closer to him, she felt the dampness of her panties, her pussy clenching when she touched his cock again.

God, she couldn’t wait to see him without clothes. Through the thin fabric, she traced the length of him to the flared head. He shuddered in reaction.

“You lied, Chris. There are no keys in your pockets.” She tried to sound censorious, but yearning threaded her words, thickened her voice. With one last stroke of her finger across the top of his shaft, she pulled her hand out, then stepped away from him. Not daring to look behind her, she walked further into the room, feeling his gaze slip down her back and concentrate on her ass. The idea that she’d captured his attention almost overwhelmed her. She was positive nothing else crowded his mind but the thought of getting her into bed. She’d never had that kind of hold over any other man. Instead of being frightened by it, her desire soared.

“Cynthia.” His voice came out as a groan…a plea. She tried not to smile, but it was hard.

Slowly, she turned and found him standing where she had left him. Considering the way his pants were tented, there was no doubt about his attraction to her. But still he tried to resist, and that not only angered her, but excited her as well. Just thinking of bringing him to his knees, metaphorically, was in and of itself arousing.

“What? You want to pretend you’re not turned on?” She tsked. “Really, Chris, I felt that cock.”

His eyes widened slightly in shock. She’d sure shocked the hell out of herself.

“You’ve had too much to drink.”

So, he was going to worry about that. “I’m pretty sober right now.” Even though her head was spinning, she was sure it had to do with the situation and not the vat of champagne she’d drunk.

“I…”

He trailed off when she slipped off her jacket and tossed it on the chair beside her. She bent over to remove her shoes, knowing the cut of her blouse probably allowed him to see a good portion of her breasts. When she straightened, he was still stuck to the door, his nostrils flaring.

“Chris, come here.”

He hesitated a moment, but then approached her. Another shock of power flashed through her. No one ever did what she told them to. Even asking nicely had crappy results. He stopped within inches of her, his scent capturing her again. She’d noticed men’s cologne before, but there was something so basic, so primal about Chris’s scent. It called to her, slinked under her skin, sank into her soul.

Moving aside, she grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her. She eased him into sitting on the edge of the bed and stepped between his legs.

He reached for her, and she shook her head. “Put your hands on the bed.” He looked to argue until she added, “You touch me now, and I won’t do what I want to.”

In a flash, he put his palms down on the bed. As she reached for the buttons on his shirt, her fingers trembled. It wasn’t fear, because for once this felt right. It might be all the alcohol, and if so, she should just become an alcoholic. She unbuttoned the shirt and pushed aside the edges to reveal an expanse of light brown skin.

Wanting to see his entire chest, she shoved his shirt off his shoulders. She let it fall around his wrists and placed her hands on his chest. The muscles she’d lusted after were better than anything she could dream up. Even feeling them beneath the wet fabric had not prepared her.

She traced the contours of his chest with her fingers. She circled his dark brown nipples, pinching them, pleased when he groaned. There was a smattering of hair—not much, but a line of it trailed down his stomach and disappeared into his pants. He was so hard she could see the outline of his cock beneath his slacks.

Licking her lips, she undid his belt and unfastened his pants. When she unzipped them, she allowed the backs of her fingers to skim along his hardened length. It twitched against her hand. She pushed aside the fabric, revealing his penis. The engorged head was a shade darker than the rest of his cock, a drop of cum wetting the tip. Reaching out with her index finger, she traced down from the top of his cock.

The only sound in the room was his indrawn breath. He moved his legs, lifting his hands slightly. The moment he did, she pulled her hand back and frowned at him. He watched her, his eyes narrowed, his breathing deep.

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