Blackmailed by the Billionaire Brewer

His hot fingers slipped out and upward over her sensitized bud, pausing for a second to swirl his fingertip over the most intimate part of her body. He ran that fingertip over her lipstick-smeared bottom lip, from left to right. “Taste how good you are,” he whispered hoarsely, and she felt his erection kick into her belly. She flicked out her tongue to test the tip of his middle finger, his words having sent another intense surge of arousal coursing through her body. Rioting endorphins heightened her senses to the point that she could feel tingling in her toes and she went to kick off her red shoes.

“No, keep them on.” He pushed away the hand trying to ease them off, neatly gripping her wrist and folding her hand behind her neck. She threw back her head and relished the feel of the cold glass on her knuckles as he shifted to press his thick erection between her thighs. The smooth material of his trousers with the rock hard promise of release underneath was sheer torture as her sex throbbed with intense need. She ached to unleash him, but he held her firm, turning his mouth to her breasts once again.

“Please,” she panted as his fingers joined forces with his mouth, expertly manipulating each engorged bead until she was on the edge. She squeezed her eyes shut. “I want you to—”

He eased back, but she could still feel his warm breath on her skin. “Keep your eyes shut and touch your breasts for me.” She followed his direction and her jaw dropped open to let out soft, eager breaths, knowing that he was watching her. “That’s good.” She heard rustling and the sound of his zipper being lowered. She was ready to come right there and then as she teased her own flesh, but she wanted the ultimate prize. “Come on, Matt,” she insisted. “Please.”

His body connected with hers in seconds, pushing hot and hard against her and gripping both her arms above her head as her kissed her fiercely. She was so ready for this and relished the feel of the cold, rough edge of his zipper on the skin of her thighs and stomach. They chafed like small teeth as he maneuvered himself and she hoped they would leave a mark on her pale skin, like a love bite, a possessive branding all his own.

“Open your eyes now,” he said in a low voice. Her eyelids flickered open and took a moment to adjust to the bright light of the elevator, reflected in mirrors all around them, above and below.

“For God’s sake,” she uttered at the sight of him reflected in profile to her right. How had she blanked out the memory of how hot he was? He was going to make her come so fast and hard… “Don’t make me wait—”

Her head fell back against the cold glass, like ice and snow against her hot flesh, and she opened herself wider, willing him to take her. One of his hands fell, leaving the other to bind her against the glass and steel, and his fingers parted her honey-wet lips with ease. She felt the hot tip of him between her thighs, hard and intense, and tried to wriggle herself onto it. But he held her steady, teasing her with butterfly kisses of sensation.

“You want?” he whispered and lifted one of her legs to wrap it around his body. She nodded silently as his arousal pushed at her hot entrance and a dart of erotic shock zipped through her as she felt how wet she already was. She wrapped the other leg around his hips as he slid easily into her, panting eagerly as his girth stretched and invaded her completely.

“I so need this,” she moaned and threw her head back to find she had a perfect view of their coupling from the ceiling mirror above. She let out a sharp cry as he thrust into her roughly, but the sensation and the startled look on her own face in the mirror was the most erotic sensation she had ever experienced. It was like being a virgin all over again, but this time it felt good. This time she knew she would have an orgasm that would blow her mind.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Sh.” She tipped her pelvis into him and clenched around his hard flesh. “Don’t stop.” Her voice was hoarse and desperate sounding. “Do it.”

He eased back slowly before plunging back in, burying himself to the hilt, and she responded to him greedily, sucking him in further with each powerful, narcotic thrust. He moved faster and their eyes met before he threw his head back and caught their reflection in the mirror as well. Both their mouths were full and red, their eyes wide like hidden voyeurs pleasuring themselves at the forbidden scene unfolding before them. “Bad girl,” he said and increased his speed, tight balls pummeling against her as he drove harder into her.

“Yes.” She bucked violently against him, the base of her spine feeling the punishment of the glass like her shoulders and wrists. “Bad girl.”

“Let go,” he grunted, his rigid length driving in and out. The feel of him swelling to even greater proportions, the tension of his muscles and the unmistakable knowledge that they had gone beyond the point of no return tipped her over into climax, ripping into her nervous system with waves of ecstasy and sweet erotic poison that had her screaming out his name like a mad woman.

Matt collapsed against her, spent and shaking, as the intercom crackled into life: the receptionist asking in sugary tones if everything was okay. Piper felt his grip loosen on her hands and her muscles clenched him firmly in defiance because she wasn’t ready to let the best ride of her life go just yet.

“Everything is perfect,” he said and took a long slow breath toward recovery. “A mechanical hitch, that’s all,” he said and shot Piper a devilish grin.

Chapter Eleven

Piper closed her front door and leaned back against it in the darkness as fatigue threatened to overwhelm her. She’d been very firm with Matt about not seeing her back to her apartment, but had allowed him to have a driver bring her home from the heliport. It had seemed a little rude to be so adamant about parting on the tarmac like that, especially after what had happened between them in the elevator, but she could instinctively tell that he would be very persuasive if she let him within five feet of her front door.

This place wasn’t a palace, and it was mortgaged so it didn’t even really belong to her. But it was her home and her sanctuary, and nobody got to invade it and make themselves at home unless they were going to stick around for a decent period of time. Ten more days in her life didn’t count as a decent amount of time at all, so Matt was not coming in—this was the space where she would put her life back together when things got back to normal.

She sighed and rubbed her eyes before flicking on the light and throwing her purse down onto the sofa. And then her blood ran cold as she heard a key turning in the lock. She was frozen to the spot as the front door opened and her worst nightmare began.