Page 3 of Wicked Games of Desire

My hips rise to meet his finger, but he places a hand on my stomach to stop me from moving. “Oh, fuck.” My cry vibrates off the empty gym walls, reminding me we’re in the middle of the floor mat in the center of his gym. Panic suddenly races through me. “Did you lock the door?”

“Worried we might end up with an audience?” He smirks cheekily, continuing to stroke my core.

“You’re not?”

“It would make one hell of a show, watching me bring you undone. But you’re safe, Red. I want your cries all to myself.” He adds a second finger. Everything he’s doing takes me closer to euphoria. The way he’s curling his fingers inside me, the way he deliberately brushes over my clit with the palm of his hand. The way he bites my neck and tells me I’m a good girl. I can’t take much more.

“Ian, I want you to fuck me.” The words leave my lips before I can stop them, his strumming fingers giving me false confidence. I reach for his length, palming him through his workout shorts.

“I want to hear you scream first, Red.”

Oh, fuck.

He drops his mouth to my pussy and sucks my clit into his mouth, nipping at me as he finger-fucks me. A winning combination. It’s like he’s played with my body just like this a thousand times before. “How do you know me so well?” I break into a sweat, then tell I’m about to tip over the edge.

“You’re easy to read, and I’ve spent a lot of time studying you,” I think is what he murmurs into my pussy, but my head is too foggy to know for sure.

I’m tumbling, falling, gliding. As my body convulses around his fingers and I cum in a rush, I scream his name into the empty gym. Just like he said I would.

When the intense pulsing subsides, he pulls his fingers free and brings them up to my lips. “Taste yourself.”

I curl my tongue around his fingers, feeling a little dirty but more turned on than ever before.

“Suck,” he instructs.

And fuck, I do exactly as I’m told. I stroke over his cock at the same time, feeling him grow harder in my hold. He likes watching me be a little dirty for him. And man, it’s hot.

When my head stops spinning and he’s satisfied I have licked his fingers clean, he lifts me to standing with him. Lacing our hands together, he leads me over to the front counter and opens his wallet, producing a condom. My stomach clenches; we’re really going to do this.

Lifting me like I weigh nothing, he positions me on the counter in front of him, legs spread wide. His intense gaze scorches me as he shoves his pants out of the way. I reach for him, feeling his cock properly for the first time. He’s massive and throbbing with need, and he feels so fucking good in my hands. I want to taste him, but I know from the look in his eyes this is going the way he wants, and he wants to fuck. He rolls on the condom and looks me over with a look of pure satisfaction before lifting my hips and plowing straight into my tight pussy.

“Oh, Ian,” I cry out in shock, with his huge cock stretching me more than I have been in a long time.

“Now you know why I wanted you to cum first.” He smiles slyly. He knows how massive he is. Reaching for my tits, he pulls down my sports bra, palming my exposed flesh roughly as he moves inside of me, not giving me a second to catch up with him.

I groan, loving every delicious, callused touch. He’s hot as sin and fucks like a demon. I’m never going to recover from this.

He shoves more shit out of the way on the service desk, pulling my legs up higher so he can plunge in deeper. I let my eyes flutter closed, feeling every hard pump.

The phone on the desk next to us begins to vibrate. I see him swiftly scanning the screen. He silences me by pressing his finger to my lips as he answers the call.

“Hey, Chief. What can I do for you?” he asks, throwing me a charming smile.

Oh God, how mortifying. He’s on the phone with his superior while his cock is buried deep inside of me. Why did he answer the call?

“I’ll let her know.” He stirs within me once more as he listens to the woman speaking on the phone. “I’ll call you in the morning,” he informs his boss and then hangs up the phone. He scoops me up in his arms so our bodies are as close as we possibly can be, kissing my lips as he thrusts inside of me in deliberate movements. Before long, I find myself moaning his name once more as he climaxes inside me at the same time. The two of us are breathing heavily, drenched in sweat and exhausted. I can’t believe we just did that. I gape back at him, not sure what to do now.

He presses a featherlight kiss to my lips then pulls out of me, removing the condom and throwing it in the trash can under his counter. I roll off the counter and gather my discarded yoga pants and panties, wiggling back into them, before grabbing the bag I came in here with tonight. I need to take off before I make even more of a mess of our friendship.

When I find Ian, he’s dressed again as well and watching something on his phone, his brow creased. “You remember everything I taught you?”

I run a hand through my tangled mess of a ponytail, pulling the hair tie out. “Ahh. Right now, I can’t think straight, but yeah.” I redo my hair, throwing it back up in a high ponytail.

He firmly grips my shoulders, locking eyes with me, a profound seriousness taking hold of him. “No, not yeah. This is fucking serious, Red, I need to know you can protect yourself if you have to.”

As I stare back at him, his serious expression fills me with fear. “Why would I have to? The threat is gone, right? No one even knows I’m still alive.”

“That was my boss. She needs those drawings you’ve been working on. We might have a lead, and I want this case wrapped up as soon as possible.” He pauses, his gaze intense. “I’m going to ask you one last time—do you have any idea what your papa was involved in?”

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