Bad Boy's Baby Part 9

"Since some a.s.shole photographer with a blog decided to flash a camera in your face!" Jack bit his words. I pretended not to flinch, but he saw. Apologized. "You aren't some random girl with me. Even if this wasn't fake, even if we were a legit...you're not like the other girls. You're...Kiss. You're Leah."

I swallowed. It didn't help. It was the first time in a year he actually called me by my real name.

I had no idea he was so protective, so valiant to defend my honor.

Craziest part of all? I don't think he realized it either.

"Thank you," I whispered.

He stood so close, close enough to s.h.i.+eld me with his muscular body from any threat to my virtue in this world-except for him. I looked up, meeting the stunning gaze of his eyes, the striking blue pinning me in place.

"Did I ruin the night?" he asked.

"It won't be a good morning when the story breaks..." I didn't move as he reached for me. "And now I'm expecting a call from Jolene or the league or the police...but I don't think you ruined anything."

His hands fit over my waist, tugging me closer to him. His words rumbled deep inside me, shuddering my core, my heart, my mind. Nothing made sense this close to Jack Carson.

I had no idea he could even touch someone so gently.

"I lost a chance at my dance." His voice melted me again.

"You were trying to seduce me."

"Was it working?"

Like he couldn't tell by how eagerly I'd parted my lips and accepted his kiss. "It's not a good idea."

"Why not?"

"We're not dating."

His hand trailed over my side, twisting in my dress, edging the hem into his curling fingers. "What's the problem?"

"It'll get too complicated."

"Like faking a relations.h.i.+p isn't complicated..." He leaned down, skipping my lips and aiming for my neck. "We can still be professional."

I held my breath, capturing his spicy cedar scent. "There's nothing professional about s.e.x."

"s.e.x is just s.e.x, Kiss."

"Not to me."

His lips traced along my neck, nipping where my pulse beat and delighting me with every s.h.i.+ver he could force through my body. "That's no fun. Sometimes you just gotta f.u.c.k. Ever felt like that before?"

No, but I was starting to.

Still, that didn't make it right. Or good. Or anything I should have wanted from playboy Jack Carson and his conquests.

"I won't be just another girl you take home," I said.

"Afraid of being the one I keep here?"

Yes, because it would never happen. A man like Jack was trouble, especially when my life was already in shambles. The only plan I had anymore was to slink home and soak in the tub. I often pretended I hadn't received the engagement announcement from Wyatt and my former best friend. Jennifer was pregnant.

She had conceived while I still wore the ring Wyatt gave me.

Jack wanted s.e.x for s.e.x.

I looked for stability. A relations.h.i.+p. The promise of romance, marriage, world-wide travels. Kids.

We couldn't have been more wrong for each other. No one would believe we were dating.

But my head fell back. I offered him another taste of my neck. The s.h.i.+ver was distressing.

Amazing.

His kiss fluttered my eyes closed, and, for a long moment, I imagined what it might be like to be swept in Jack's embrace. To let myself go. To take that desire and have s.e.x for...fun. For pleasure. For myself.

I twisted, meeting his lips. The kiss was as sensual as the one in the restaurant, as powerful and confusing and absolutely necessary. His tongue flicked once, twice against mine, and every stroke shocked me completely, buzzing deep into places I wasn't prepared to admit.

He loomed until the back of my knees struck the couch. Jack pinned me with the promise of something so frighteningly s.e.xy I might've crashed into the leather from the sheer antic.i.p.ation of where else he might've touched, kissed, explored.

"Such a bad idea..." I whispered. "We can't."

"Yes, we can." Jack's fingers tangled in the hem of my dress. "What would it hurt?"

"It'd ruin everything. We have a professional relations.h.i.+p..."

"Come on, Kiss." The material tickled as he drew it over my thighs. He exposed the sheer, red panties I wore only because I didn't think anyone would see that I matched my underwear to my wrap. "I drove you crazy every time I came to the office. We didn't have a professional relations.h.i.+p to ruin."

"We have one now." The dress slipped too high. My flat tummy revealed to him, and the underside of my bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s peeked from the bound silk. A bad night to not wear a bra. "Don't you think this will make pretending to be dating hard?"

"I'm used to things being hard around you."

"I'm not."

He smirked. "That's because I behaved myself, Kiss."

"And now?"

"What's my nickname in your office?"

"...Trouble-Maker."

"You're the one in trouble now."

I sucked in a breath as the dress slipped off. Jack surveyed my body, nude save for a pair of sheer panties that left none of my cocoa skin to the imagination.

Jack tossed me onto the couch, falling over me only once he tossed away the sport coat and ripped through the b.u.t.tons of an expensive s.h.i.+rt. The bright, ragged ink on his chest peeked through, swirls of dark and expressive tattoos that seared through the facade of respectability he wove for the dinner we enjoyed.

Jack wasn't appetizers and c.o.c.ktails and fancy French restaurants.

He wasn't gentle dances and soft whispers.

He was fierce-raw and pa.s.sionate. s.e.x for s.e.x and enjoying every last second of debauchery.

His lips feasted on mine, his tongue stealing my overwhelmed murmurs and creating a wild moan in their place. My skin chilled in the air conditioned house and cool leather, but every swipe of his tongue heated me until the warmth consumed me and I begged for a moment of air, of peace, of anything that would alleviate the intensity.

Jack delivered. He grinned and seized my nipple within his greedy lips, nibbling against the mocha nub just hard enough to make me squirm.

"A little chocolate kiss." He murmured with his mouth full and indecent and stuffed with my breast.

I loved the sight.

I savored the s.h.i.+vers, the absolute decadence of letting a man touch where my fingers hardly ever satisfied. He suckled and twisted, pulled and nipped, and the enthusiastic pop from around the seal he created on my tip only excited me more.

This was wrong. I knew it. Every instinct in my body told me so. G.o.d only knew how many others he had teased this same way, and how many more he almost had if his car hadn't crashed and his intended foursome scattered.

But Christ, I wanted this. So badly.

For as often as I fought him and chastised him and dealt with his every terrible scandal, Jack was just what I needed after avoiding everything romance, everything s.e.xual, everything pleasurable since losing a man I thought would help me begin the life I planned.

Jack would give me nothing, but he could show me what I had missed. Just once, I wanted that freedom, that irresponsibility, that danger of giving a part of me to a man I knew wouldn't cherish it.

And I didn't care because I knew what I'd get out of it. I'd have a night to help me forget a man who already forgot me. I'd receive hours of pleasure and a moment to experience the excitement of spending the night with a man who had a reputation so depraved it'd make a girl like me horrified.

Jack's hands were huge. So was his body. His shoulders. His chest. His legs.

The part of him dragging against my leg as he teased my nipples with a knowing tongue.

"Just this once, Jack," I said. "Just once."

"Once?" He grinned, tugging on my nipple until it popped from his mouth. "Kiss, you're gonna want it more than once tonight."

"T-tonight?"

He moved lower, kissing a trail over my tummy, my belly b.u.t.ton, and finally to the little bow on the front of my panties. He gripped that in his teeth, threatening so much more to the delicate slit beneath.

"Kiss, if you think I won't f.u.c.k you all night, you haven't been paying attention to all those scandals you cover up."

"And now I get to become one."

"You're no scandal." The panties slipped over my hips. His breath caught as the hint of my slit peeked between my legs. "I'll never apologize for what I'm about to do to you."

I would. I'd be sorry for it later. For now, I wouldn't regret a second while his breath tickled hot against my legs. He kissed my thighs and spread me open. I trembled. Jack stared at a part of me I once vowed he would never, ever see, touch, taste, or take.

He broke that vow in one swipe of his tongue against my slit, tickling my c.l.i.t, tasting my slickness, and then completely imbedding within my tight p.u.s.s.y.

"Oh, my G.o.d, Jack!"

I gripped his shoulders, fearing I'd rip the s.h.i.+rt from his chest. His lips sealed around me, nibbling and feasting, and I collapsed against the leather as his prodded touch drew more desperation from my voice.

s.h.i.+vers upon s.h.i.+vers.

I arched, offering more to him. Jack grinned, his lips wet with my own desire.

"Kiss, you're sweeter than chocolate."

I should've been embarra.s.sed. Mortified. Fighting my need to wrestle my panties from his hands and cover the parts of me that should've been hidden from a playboy, trouble-maker like him.

Instead I offered myself, gasping his name and begging to feel more of his wide tongue spreading my slit and tempting the silken wetness within.

And Jack knew exactly how to play me. He wasn't just a skilled athlete; he was a sinful lover. He knew how to make me groan, when to tease my gasp, and what little trick of his tongue would whisper an undignified plea for more of his attention. No woman was safe in his arms. He left no innocence unconquered.

His pants unzipped. A thrill tickled through me. He didn't leave the pulsing slit between my legs, still feasting, licking, driving my body to the absolute peak.

But Jack needed his own relief. I drove him insane with a lick of my p.u.s.s.y, so much that he had to pump himself as he gobbled me whole. My eyes fluttered closed, but I tried to stare, to see just what made Jack Carson so G.o.dd.a.m.ned arrogant.

He wasn't c.o.c.ky.

He was all c.o.c.k.

A pulsing, thickening, insanely large c.o.c.k.

Even with his quarterback hands, he couldn't hold the entire length in his fist. The head of that delicious looking weapon glistened with pre-c.u.m, hardened with desire, and throbbed with the tease of my p.u.s.s.y so near his body.

Jack growled against my petals. The hum of his words and the heat of his breath melded into an absolute warning against the threat of what he wanted to do.

Why didn't I heed that warning?

I should've pushed him away, gathered my things, and scampered off to safety like the good little girl that I was.

I meant to refuse the man who prayed on innocence, stole inhibitions, and corrupted the virtuous into crazed vixens.

Instead I came.

My body arched in a ripple of cascading agony, a perfect pain that exploded, sizzled, and rent through my every muscle. It punished me for surrendering and prepared me for what else I'd give up in exchange for the moment my breath whispered his name and my fingers gripped his hardened shoulders.

Jack didn't let me breathe. He forced himself up, cast off his s.h.i.+rt, and kicked his pants low enough to free the entirety of his monster c.o.c.k and heavy b.a.l.l.s from the material. He tugged a packet from his pocket and ripped through the foil with a growl. His c.o.c.k twitched in need.

I didn't have the strength to consider how quickly, how dangerously he moved. He sheathed his c.o.c.k in protection and moved over me for a kiss, letting me taste how much I had desired his lips on my other delicate places. Jack s.h.i.+fted my legs and coiled me around him.

He was so big. Too big. Huge.

I stared at him with wide-eyes and found my voice in a soft admission.

"I...haven't done this in a while."