Stephanie Julian - No Reservations

Oh, God. Yes. That’s what she needed. That bite of pain. That sense of too much.

And it was too much. In the best way possible. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think.

She could only hold on while Tyler began to move. So slowly at first, it was almost excruciating. Every nerve ending in her lower body flared, sending confused signals. Pain. Pleasure.

But not enough of either.

“More.”

Greg’s breath bathed her neck in moist heat just before he turned her head and took her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, giving into the wildness of his kiss as Tyler continued to press forward, filling her until he had nowhere else to go.

When he stopped and held steady, she felt Greg still as well, pulling away from her mouth.

No, no, no. That’s not—

Greg began to retreat and the nerve endings in her pussy began to pop and snap in response. She clamped around Greg, around Tyler, making it harder for Greg to move.

Still he managed enough to shoot her straight to the edge of orgasm as he thrust back in. But then Tyler began to move and her overloaded system lost all hold on her response.

The men began a wicked rhythm, rocking her between them, pumping inside her with smooth strokes. She sensed their control, the way they coordinated each motion to maximize her pleasure.

So much. Almost too much.

She felt as if she had too much energy contained in her body. Too much emotion.

Tears formed, but she wasn’t upset. With her face buried in Greg’s neck, she reached behind her, searching for a connection to Tyler.

He caught her hand, linking his fingers with hers as she bent her arm across her back. That point of contact anchored her even as she felt the first ripple of orgasm filter through her.

“Jesus, Kate. You feel so fucking amazing. I can’t get enough of you.”

Tyler’s lust-infused voice pushed her past ripples and into a full-blown orgasm that tore a cry from her throat as both channels contracted.

“Ah, fuck.” Greg groaned, the sound penetrating through his chest into hers. “Can’t—”

She had the sensation of falling even though her body was impaled by and sandwiched between two men. She let her climax implode, sucking both men along with her.

Greg returned to his room when Tyler carried Kate back to his apartment.

He’d wondered if Greg would follow, but he just brushed a kiss against Kate’s temple and waved good night before disappearing.

Tyler didn’t have enough brain cells left to form a coherent argument for Greg to come with them. And right now, it wasn’t a major priority.

There’d be time enough tomorrow to figure out what the hell was going on with his friend.

Kate was mostly asleep as he walked to the bathroom, but he knew she’d sleep better if she had a shower.

“Oh, don’t even think about taking me anywhere but to bed.” She punctuated her words with a tug on his hair. “I’m tired. Want to sleep.”

Smiling, he set her feet on the floor but kept her upright by holding her against his side as he turned the taps in the shower. “You will. But you need a shower.”

“Hmm. I guess that’ll be okay. But put my hair up. And you’re doing all the work.”

He laughed, loving the grumpy tone of her voice, the warmth of her body. The way her cheek felt against his chest. “I’m fine with that, considering that’s what I’ve been doing anyway for the past couple of hours.”

Her hands clenched against his back and her fingernails dug into his skin. Though he doubted he’d be able to get it up again, at least until tomorrow morning, his brain registered the fact that he really, really wanted to.

“And you do it so well.”

She sighed then, the rush of air against his chest sparking a more tender emotion. One he hadn’t felt in years. Now wasn’t the time to blurt it out like a lovesick teenager who’d just gotten laid for the first time.

He was a grown man who knew enough to realize the first time he told a woman he loved her, it should be special.

At the very least, she should be awake enough to appreciate the words.

The woman in his arms could barely keep her eyes open, even though she held on to him with a tight grip.

Almost as tight as his.

The water warmed while he turned to grab an elastic band from the kit she’d left on his vanity.

With a few twists of her hands, she had her hair gathered into a sexy, messy mass on top of her head. He couldn’t wait to let it fall again.

She stiffened when he moved them into the spacious marble stall, moaning a little when the spray hit her, then gave an adorable growl and buried her face in his chest as the water soaked her back.

It didn’t take her long to warm up, though.

He held her for several minutes, until she felt like a rag doll in his arms, loose-limbed and pliable.

Then he reached for the scented body gel he’d put in here earlier, just for her.

The name had caught his eye in the gift shop earlier this week. Sweet Seduction. When he’d sniffed it, the spicy scent with a hint of sweetness beneath had reminded him of Kate. He’d had bottles of bath gel and body lotion sent to his apartment.

He poured the gel on a puffy and lathered her back. He didn’t linger, because they were both tired, but he did make sure he stroked a few key areas several times.

He stayed away from places he knew would be tender, using his hands to wash her between her legs rather than the puffy. And he didn’t linger, even though her hips rocked forward as if she wanted him to.

After he’d maneuvered her around so he could wash her front, he used the same gel on himself. Yeah, he’d smell like a girl, but at least it’d remind him of her when she wasn’t around.

“I’m thinking about spending some time up at the spa this week. Can I stay with you?”

She didn’t say anything right away and for a second, he thought she might have fallen asleep on her feet.

Then she rubbed the back of her head against his shoulder. “Sure.” Twisting around, she looked up at him, her eyes barely open. “I’d like that.”

As he bent to kiss her, he felt like he was sealing the deal. Hopefully, she’d sign on the line as well.

“Kate, I’m so glad I caught you before you went to work. I have great news. The producers want to meet you immediately. I know we talked about you coming up to visit the theater this week but I’ve been talking you up since the woman they’d wanted to hire as my assistant took another show. I know it’s short notice, but would you be able to come up to the city tomorrow for an interview?”

Tuesday morning, Kate had a brief moment of panic as she froze, mouth hanging open as she tried to think of the words she needed.

Tyler looked up from across her dining table, eyes narrowed as she finally got her tongue unstuck. “Dinah, hi. Tomorrow?”

Her former professor began to laugh. “Sorry, sorry. I know I sound like a crazy woman but honestly, I’m hoping you’ll say you can be on the next train up here. I need you, Kate. Like yesterday.”

Well, she couldn’t exactly say no to that, could she? She took a deep breath and took the plunge. “Sure. I can be there.”

She’d call in sick to work. Tomorrow was Wednesday, never particularly busy. Then again, Joe thought every day was busy.

“Oh, that’s wonderful. If you can get here by ten, we can talk a little beforehand. Do you have a pen? Let me give you the address.”

A minute later, Dinah rang off and Kate sat staring at the address just off 53rd Street and Seventh Avenue that she’d scrawled onto a piece of paper Tyler had handed her, along with a pen.

Her heart raced as panic tried to overtake her.