Stephanie Julian - No Reservations

“I’m fine.” She reached around to pet his thigh, rough against the back of hers. “Well,” she smiled, “maybe not fine. But there’s definitely nothing wrong. Except . . .”

His hand flattened against her stomach. “What?”

“Greg didn’t come.”

A part of her couldn’t believe she’d said those words.

Another part was thrilled she had.

Tyler’s lips found the sensitive spot on her neck right behind her ear and bit her before he soothed it with his lips. She was pretty sure he was smiling.

“Greg’s got control issues.”

Tyler’s dry tone made her smile, which in turn made Greg’s lips curve in a sensual grin.

Her chest tightened. Hard to believe she’d only met the man a few days ago. Even harder to believe she’d had his cock in her mouth only minutes ago.

Heat drenched her at the thought, but she refused to feel guilty. Absolutely refused to let anyone else’s idea of morality affect her own.

“How do I break through that control?”

Greg’s grin receded but his eyes burned as he radiated lust.

Her body tightened and moistened as her heart began to speed again.

At the rate she was going, she’d have a heart attack.

But, oh, God, it’d be worth it.

“Show him genuine affection.”

Tyler pitched his voice too low for Greg to hear, as if what he was telling her was a secret. And maybe it was.

The answer sounded almost too simple. Too easy.

And yet . . . Why should it be?

She couldn’t imagine how many people wanted something from Greg at any given moment. The man held an inordinate amount of power in a business that thrived on it. Every woman he met probably had an ulterior motive.

Which made her realize why this situation worked for him. Because he knew she had no interest in him other than as a sexual partner.

Except that she truly liked him . . . as much as she knew him.

She knew he had a dry wit, an awesome body, and a gentle nature he hid completely.

And he was one of Tyler’s best friends, and she trusted Tyler implicitly.

Holding Greg’s gaze, she propped herself up on one elbow and crooked her finger at Greg.

He didn’t respond right away but he did smile, those green eyes narrowing down to slits.

When he finally stood and walked over, she held up that one finger again and had him stop several inches away.

Though his pants hung open, she couldn’t see anything interesting.

“Lose the pants.”

Her voice sounded seductive, sexy. She liked it. Apparently Greg did too, if his expression was anything to go by.

After a brief hesitation, he shoved his pants down until they pooled around his ankles and he kicked them off. When he stood naked in front of her, she had a brief moment to appreciate just how ruggedly built the man was.

He wouldn’t look out of place on a professional hockey team with his thickly muscled thighs, defined abs, and broad chest.

Greg obviously took care of himself, and she was about to reap the benefit of his diligence.

Behind her, Tyler shifted until she could no longer feel his body against hers though she knew he hadn’t gone far.

“My turn to watch.”

Tyler’s voice had dropped even more, until it sounded like a gruff rasp that rubbed against her skin, a rough caress on the most sensitive areas of her body.

As if he’d shoved his hands between her legs and stroked her clit.

Her thighs clenched tighter, attempting to ease the ache, but she didn’t have time because Greg knelt on the cushion next to her, put one hand behind her head and drew her up for a kiss.

She hadn’t been expecting it and he took her breath away as her hands reached for his shoulders.

Greg’s kiss had a hard edge, so different from Tyler’s. It almost seemed forbidden, like she should be fighting it instead of allowing herself to be dragged under.

He kissed her like he wanted to devour her, to force her to submit. For several seconds, she let herself be devoured, let herself submit.

Sensing her surrender, he pressed harder, his tongue becoming more demanding, his other hand curving around one breast before pinching the nipple between his fingers.

He pushed her into each sensation, prodding her to fall, to give up control.

But where Tyler pushed with restraint, Greg didn’t have any.

He sped forward with barely controlled speed, almost too fast for her to process.

But that was kind of the point, wasn’t it? To lose herself in the rush and the speed?

No, not lose herself. Immerse herself.

She kissed him back as her hands slid across his bare shoulders then around to his back. Drawing him closer, she arched her back, pressing her breast more fully into his hand. She wanted him to knead her harder, pinch her nipple tighter.

The hand at her neck flexed, his fingers pulling at her hair. His lips ground into hers until she thought he’d split her lip. Then he pulled back and dragged his teeth down her neck.

She gasped at the strength of the shudder that tore through her, her fingers digging into his shoulders until she thought she’d draw blood.

And when he bit her nipple, she couldn’t keep from crying out.

Her eyes flew open when she realized how she sounded. Like a woman lost in passion. With a man who wasn’t hers.

She turned to find Tyler staring at her, eyeing her like a hawk. Still naked, he sat in the chair nearest the chaise, his erect cock in hand.

As Greg sucked on her breast, Tyler stroked himself with a hard, twisting movement that looked almost painful. He obviously liked what he saw because his cock stood stiff and ruddy red.

If he’d been closer, she would’ve reached for him, wrapped her hand around his cock and pushed him over the same edge she was teetering on.

Instead, she watched his hand work his cock, watched his hand twist over the bulging head before sliding back down the shaft.

She could have lost herself watching him, but Greg refused to let her.

After a fierce squeeze, Greg released her breast before shoving his hand between her legs and cupping her.

Her eyes closed as he pressed two fingers inside her slick channel, buried them deep and stroked her on the inside.

Her already sensitive tissue quivered in response, clenching around him, trying to suck him deeper. He rotated his hand until he got his thumb in a position to prod her clit, rubbing her, stroking her. Bringing her to the edge then backing off until he had her begging for release.

She needed it, needed that release. If she didn’t get it soon, she might melt down and lose her sanity.

“Tyler, please.”

“Tyler isn’t the one you need to be asking for release, Kate.” Greg’s voice felt like an electric shock through her body, making her muscles go rigid. “Ask me for what you want.”

Her eyes flew open and she found herself staring into Greg’s green eyes. So pale. So different from Tyler’s.

His fingers twisted, his knuckles scraping and tormenting.

She gasped, arching toward him.

“Say it, Kate. Come on, I know you want to. You know Tyler wants you to.”

And she wanted to give Tyler a show as much as she wanted to get laid right now.

She laced one hand through his too-long hair and yanked. “Fuck me, Greg. Right now.”

In the next second, she was moving. Greg shifted until he lay on his back on the chaise, head at the flat end, feet planted on the floor at either side. He lifted her over his lap until she had one knee on either side of his hips and her sex spread over his cock.

With his hands on her hips, he held her suspended over him, all the lovely muscles of his abdomen taut and sharply defined.

She kept waiting for him to lower her onto his cock but when she looked down, she saw he was so hard, he’d need help getting his cock in position.