“Noah, put yourself in Scott’s shoes.” Dez almost sounded condescending. “If word got around that he let a confidential contract like that leak out, not only would he lose his business in a massive raid, but no one would trust him with a deal of any sort again. Not to mention there’s no telling how many hits would be put out on the man just because there would be the potential risk that he would leak identities in an attempt to bargain with the feds. You were there, Crawford. You saw the caliber of people he deals with. They’re some ruthless mofos. Would you risk it?”
She had a point. Lots of points, really.
“So how do you think David is planning on getting a copy of the contract for himself, then?” Lanie asked.
“I’m not sure, but if I had to guess, I’d say he’s planning on stealing it.”
“Okay, then we just need to beat him to it,” I said, squeezing Lanie’s thigh triumphantly as she smiled down at me.
“Not you,” Dez said. Seriously, she was getting on my nerves with the way she kept throwing up the red lights. “You walk in here and Scott is going to know something’s up. I’ll do it, but I can’t do it alone. Lanie, get your shit together and meet me at Foreplay when it closes. I’ll let you in.”
“No way in hell is that going to happen!” I protested. “I’m not letting her do it, Dez. We’ll have to figure out another way.”
Lanie turned my head toward her and leaned forward. The first three buttons of the shirt she was wearing—my shirt—were open, and her breasts were looming like a carrot dangling in front of a horse’s face. When she tilted my chin up, her lips hovered over mine, enticing me with the sweetness of her breath. “Noah, there’s no other way. We have to do this. I’ll slip in quietly, Dez and I will get the contract as soon as Scott leaves, and I’ll be back in your bed before you even notice I’m gone.”
“What if he tries to—” I started, but was interrupted when Lanie swept her tongue inside my mouth to lightly flick at my own before pulling back.
“He won’t even be there. Besides, Dez will keep me safe.”
I was under Lanie’s spell and closed the fraction of the distance between our lips to tug on her bottom one with my teeth. “Safe and sound?” I asked, my voice sounding less and less like I was the dominant male in the equation.
She pressed even closer to me and shifted her ass over my cock. “Safe and sound. I promise.”
Damn, but the woman knew how to weaken my resolve.
Lanie put her hand over mine on her thigh and slowly started to move it over her creamy skin until it was under the hem of her shirt. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should stop her, but all that was shot to hell when she pushed my hand further until my fingertips skimmed the soft folds between her legs.
“I’ll call you when I’m on my way, Dez,” she said, and then leaned over and pushed the disconnect button to end the call. There was no further discussion. She’d won.
I nudged her hair back with my nose and nuzzled her neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there. Lanie spread her thighs and replaced her hand on mine, urging me even closer until my fingers slipped between her wet lips.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I said against her skin, but I didn’t stop nuzzling or pull back my hand because I was a man and my genetic makeup wouldn’t allow me to. Lanie was addictive.
“You would deny me what I want?” Her hand left mine and opened another button on the shirt until she could pull it to the side to reveal one of her perfect breasts. Then she nudged my head toward her chest.
“Never.” I took the offering, my tongue flicking over the raised nipple before I sucked it into my mouth.
“Make me forget, Noah. Claim me as yours and erase the memory. I only want to remember your touch.”
She needed this, needed me. And I would deny her nothing.
Lanie’s hand moved back on top of mine, and she arched her back, simultaneously bringing her breast closer to my mouth while pushing both of our fingers inside her. She moaned, and I felt my cock twitch at the sound.
I firmly sucked on her succulent nipple, never able to get enough. The woman did things to me, made me lose every ounce of self-control that I fought to maintain. Her pussy was so wet and tight around our fingers—soft, like liquid silk. She pushed us deeper, maneuvering my finger so that it flicked back and forth inside her while the palm of my hand massaged her clit. Together, we were erasing the blasphemy. This was how it was supposed to be between a man and a woman.
“I want you inside me, Noah.”
I released her nipple and softly kissed it once more before I mumbled against her skin, “Stand up for me, kitten.”
She did, allowing both of our fingers to slide out of her, though she gave a disgruntled whimper. I smiled up at her, loving how cheated she felt. Lifting my hips, I pushed my pants down my legs before kicking them to the side.
When I sat back, I took my hardened cock in my hand. “Is this what you want?”
Her hair fell into her face as she looked at my lap and bit down on her bottom lip, eyeing my cock hungrily. She merely nodded, then straddled me, taking my cock and putting it at her entrance before sinking down on it.
It took some maneuvering and a couple of strokes to get all the way inside her, but I put my hands on her hips and we worked it out together. As she leaned down to kiss me, she moved her hand to the side and flipped a switch, turning on the massage mechanism in the chair. I moaned at the vibrating sensation under my nut sack. That feeling, mixed with the touch of Lanie’s nipples ghosting along my chest, her seductive kiss, and her hot pussy clenched around my dick, was almost too much for one man to bear. But bear it I did. It was a delicious sort of torture.
“I love you, Noah,” she whispered against my lips.
“Not half as much as I love you,” I answered. I had no way of knowing if that was true, but I found it hard to believe any one person could love another as much as I fucking loved her.
She rolled her hips against me, seeking the friction against her clit. Her full breasts were right in front of me, teasing, so I pushed them together and took both of her nipples into my mouth at the same time. Pulling at my hair, she rode me hard, which was just the way I liked it. It was when I made a show of scraping my teeth along the hardened buds of her breasts that her head fell forward and her movements slowed.
“That looks so sexy. Feels so fucking good,” she moaned, moving her hips with more purpose as she grabbed the back of the chair. Lanie only ever used the word “fuck” when she was pissed or when something I’d done to her felt particularly pleasant. Naturally, I loved hearing it.