Four
NASH
I had my clothes off and condom on before Scarlett had even pushed herself to her elbows.
This woman might make me come in minutes.
Hell, the kiss-bitten sight of her spread eagle on this couch was enough to get me there.
I fisted my cock, my gaze raking up and down her beautiful body.
Slender legs, a trim waist, fit arms—I couldn’t wait to get her back in my arms and gobbling up every last inch of my cock with her perfect pussy.
It was damn near one a.m., which was officially too late for me tonight. I had a fucking presentation to give in the morning to no fewer than three hundred conference attendees. But I couldn’t say no to Scarlett. She watched me with a lazy smile for a moment, then her mouth parted.
“Oh shit.”
I tilted my head, enjoying her from the new angle. It was hard to stop looking. “What is it?”
“I just realized I forgot…” A sigh escaped her, and she collapsed back on the couch. “No, never mind. I shouldn’t bring it up.”
“Tell me.” I rearranged her limbs on the couch so that I could climb on top of her. I sat back on my heels, enjoying the way her gaze fell to my cock.
“It’s hard to remember much of anything when you’ve got”—she gestured vaguely toward my dick—“this going on.”
“That was the plan.” I scooped her ass cheeks into my hands and began shimmying into position. “Now tell me more about…whatever it is.”
My cockhead found the perfect hot crease of her pussy as she spoke. I couldn’t ignore the slurred edge to her words, but I knew it wasn’t from the alcohol.
“I meant to send my ex a picture I took…” She blinked slowly, her mouth parting as I popped my cock inside her. Her head lolled to the side, and she moaned low. “The picture of him and that girl. I wanted to…let him know…that I had proof…”
“Mmmm.” I rolled my hips, my cock claiming inches inside her. She was a velvety vice, pure heat and pressure that had the fireworks rumbling to life already. “That sounds like revenge.”
“Yes. Much revenge. So much, huge revenge.” She bucked her hips. “Huge like this.”
“Huge like my revenge cock?” I supplied for her.
She dissolved into laughter.
“Are you going to send it?” My voice sounded faraway, but I was more dialed in to this moment than I’d ever been to anything before. “You should.”
“Mmmm. I’d like to send him a different picture.” Scarlett reached for me, digging her nails into my sides as I pushed deeper inside. “I want to show him this.”
A low hiss escaped me as I pushed myself as far as I could go. I couldn’t tell if she was joking.
“Fuuuuck.” I pulled myself out of her torturously slowly, loving the splay of expressions on her face. “You want to?”
Her eyes drifted shut again. “I want him to see how little I fucking care about him.”
“That would show him.” I drove my cock into her again.
She moaned low. “Jesus, Nash. You feel so fucking good.”
“Where’s your phone?” I pulled myself out of her, despite every instinct telling me to keep fucking. For whatever reason, I wanted to help her. Call me a softie for Scarlett already—or maybe just drunk—but her asshole ex deserved to feel the sting a little.
She looked at me blankly for a moment, then said, “My coat.”
I needed a breather from her perfect pussy if I was going to last much longer. I hunted down her phone, used her face to open the camera, and eased myself between her legs again.
“Say cheese.” I held the camera far enough away for a sexy selfie that absolutely included her getting dicked down by me. She giggled as I tossed the phone to another part of the couch. “There. You’ve got your revenge.”
“This is the best sex I’ve ever had,” she blurted.
“And you haven’t even come yet.” I leaned down, snagging a kiss that ended up being way deeper and hotter than I bargained for. My balls tightened. “That tells me everything I need to know about that guy.”
Her laughter filled the living room as I drilled into her again, but it quickly faded into sexy moans as I pinched her clit in time with my thrusts.
I wanted us both to get there. Scarlett’s pussy clamped around my cock as I pushed into her again.
My skin prickled with anticipation. She was so close.
I didn’t normally connect this hard with hookups, but there was something about Scarlett that had me wanting to do this again.
I liked her spontaneity. Her laugh. Her stories. Her delicious body.
More than that, I liked this view I had of her: supple and writhing, a honey blonde mess of moans as I drove into her.
“Ohhhh, Nash.” She pinched her eyes shut, gripping my sides. She was almost there.
“Look at me.” I wanted to see it when it happened. “Come for me, Star.”
Her eyes popped open, and that hazel gaze found mine.
An extra strong shiver coursed up my spine, reminding me of that far-off market.
That heady freedom. The amber perfume burrowed deep and unlocked something inside me.
While her pussy spasmed, my cock shot off in greedy rounds.
A gruff shout escaped me, and I doubled over, burying my face in the hollow of her neck as the pleasure wracked my body.
Fireworks exploded. Heat surged and then receded. And finally, we were two gooey puddles. Laughing, skin sticky, reveling in the aftermath.
When I opened my eyes, Scarlett was watching me.
Grinning like she knew a secret.
A strange alarm was the first thing I heard the next morning, followed by a gasp, and then a soft “Fuck!”
Scarlett sat up in bed next to me, clutching the sheets to her naked body.
We’d fucked a couple more times after moving the party to the bedroom.
I’d gotten much too little sleep for how articulate I needed to be soon, but that’s why they made coffee.
I peeked through one eye, watching her grope for her phone to shut off the alarm.
“Go back to sleep,” I said, my voice deep and groggy.
She stared at her phone for a moment, swiping through screens.
“I can’t.” A deep breath escaped her, then she said, “Ohhh my God.”
“What is it?”
She shook her head, tossing aside the sheets. “Oh my God. I can’t believe this. My boss is going to be so mad at me.”
I struggled to make sense of her words in the early morning sex hangover. I tucked my arm beneath my head. “Your boss?”
She froze, waited a moment, then slid out of bed. I watched as she fumbled for clothes in the gauzy lighting of the bedroom.
“What do you mean boss?” I asked again. “You are the boss.”
Her silence betrayed the fact that something bulky and awkward had entered the room.
“I need to go,” she finally said.
It was too odd of a mistake for her to make. The energy had shifted so notably that I couldn’t let it go. I pushed up onto my elbow, watching her dress. “What company do you run?”
An exasperated huff escaped her. “I don’t run one, Nash, okay?”
I blinked back my surprise. I guess the signs had been there—there were plenty of times throughout the night that she’d seemed a little too wide-eyed and enamored, not the appropriately jaded executive that I'd come to expect in hookups like these. And maybe it had been my fault for not digging more—I tended to attract powerful CEOs, so I’d assumed she’d be no different.
“Okay,” I finally said, rubbing at my eyes. “So why’d you lie?”
She studied some undefined point on the wall as she shimmied into her slacks. “I don’t know. I was emotional.”
“Were you even cheated on by that guy, or was the whole night a lie?”
“Oh, believe me. I was cheated on.” She laughed bitterly.
“So where do you work?”
She sighed heavily, grabbing her blouse from a chair near the floor-to-ceiling window. “I work for the city. I’m in city planning.” She said it with a grumble, like she was embarrassed, but all I could hear were the alarms going off in my mind.
“City planning?” Fuck. There was a great chance she was in this exact hotel for the conference I was about to present at.
She’d looked like a sexy little honey blonde but now, in the light of day, I saw her for what she truly was: a conflict of interest.
“Are you by chance going to the RealTime Expansion Conference today?” I tried to sound casual, not like I’d just accidentally slept with someone who could derail my upcoming project should she choose to.
“Yeah.” She sighed, sinking into the armchair. “I just realized I forgot to put my underwear on.”
I rubbed my face. “Are you new with the city?”
“I started a month ago.” She cleared her throat, looking at me guiltily. “Why?”
“Listen, you need to get out of here.”
“I’m working on it.”
Anxiety made broad steps across my chest as I counted the myriad hiccups this could create. “Don’t tell anyone about what happened last night. Okay?”
Hurt slashed across her face. “Jeez. I didn’t realize it was that bad for you.”
“It’s not that.” I couldn’t explain the urgency pumping through my veins right now without giving her too much of an advantage. I’d been at odds with several members of the city planning department for months now. That office didn’t need more ammunition against me.
“I thought we had a good time.” Real hurt trembled in her voice. I got out of bed, buck naked, and crouched in front of her at the armchair.
“We had an amazing time. Don’t fucking doubt that. But for reasons beyond my control, this needs to end immediately.”
She watched me with confusion etched into her face, so I leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips. “I need to get ready, and apparently so do you. And when you see me on the podium in a couple hours, act like you didn’t come all over my cock multiple times last night, okay?”
Realization made slow steps across her face. And that’s when another realization slapped me across the face.
She had a picture of me buried balls deep inside her.
I slid my hand along her jawline, studying her face. We hadn’t recognized each other last night—that much was certain. But I began to wonder what else she’d lied about. How far she was capable of taking her ruse.
“You aren’t from Stockholm, are you?”
Her throat bobbed as she shook her head. “I live here.”
There was a painful twist in my gut. “Makes sense. Seeing that you work for the city.” I clenched my jaw, afraid to ask the next question. “Who’s your ex?”
“Nobody I want to see ever again.”
“Scarlett. Tell me his name.”
She crumpled slightly. “Why?”
“I thought you were an out-of-towner. You fucking lied to me. And now I need to know who’s about to have a picture of me fucking you senseless.”
She nibbled her lip. “His name is Preston Clarke.”
Some of the tension dissipated. I didn’t recognize that name. But whatever anxiety had been eased by that detail was immediately replaced with a deeper, more gutwrenching sensation.
She’d lied through her teeth to me. The entire night. And I’d only found out because of an errant comment she’d made this morning.
I headed for the bathroom, disgust churning through me.
I had a hair trigger for liars, and I’d inadvertently invited the biggest liar of all into my bed for a night.
What was true about this woman? What did she plan to do?
Cheating ex aside, she’d wandered into my life, lured me into taking a photo that could be used as blackmail, and now was going to waltz into my professional life with dynamite.
I paused at the bathroom door, anger bubbling up inside me—with her, but also with myself.
“Is your name even Scarlett?”
The pained look on her face told me what I needed to know. Which meant whatever had happened between us last night would stay firmly in the past. Because I didn’t tolerate liars, no matter how sexy they were.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I warned her. “When I open this door again, you better be fucking gone.”
She scampered away before I even got the bathroom door closed.
Good riddance.