Free ProvokeMe by Cari Quinn Page A

throbbing nerve. She cried out again, a
shrill piercing noise he should’ve worried would wake the neighbors. But there
was no room for worry now.
    Her body bucked, her release streaming like a hot spring
over his cock. There. Right there. He groaned as his cum jetted into the
condom. Panting, riding out the moment, he hammered his hips against hers
without thought to bruises or consequences.
    From her wild moans as she received him, she didn’t seem to
mind.
    They didn’t move for a while, plastered together and gulping
for air. Then she pushed at his shoulder and yawned.
    “So glad you managed to stay awake,” he said when he finally
trusted his voice. She looked used and sleepy and unforgettable.
    He wanted to kiss the smirk off her face almost as much as
he wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk. “Late for me,” she said,
planting the heel of her hand on his chest. Only then did he realize she’d
looped her purse around her wrist. “I’m thirsty.”
    “Convenience store’s down the block.” The dark glance she
gave him as they untangled went a long way to leveling his equilibrium. He also
didn’t mind that she wasn’t quite steady on her feet. A smile teased his lips
as he got rid of the condom in the garbage can and zipped up. “Don’t like that
idea?”
    She stepped away from the wall and her dress slid back down
her long-ass legs. “Sorry, I’m not some Kink bimbo.”
    He unlocked the door and stepped aside. Without hesitation,
she marched right to the sink. He stopped in front of the cabinet next to the
fridge, intending to grab a glass, but apparently she didn’t want to wait. By
the time he turned back, she’d lowered her head to drink directly from the high
spigot of the faucet. When she came up dripping, he pretended to be consumed
with the contents of the cabinet to keep from wrestling her to the floor.
    A fresh batch of sweat poured down his back. Damn, she was
hot.
    “Couldn’t wait,” she said with a shrug. He glanced back just
as she whisked her fingers over the droplets glittering against her cleavage in
the moonlight.
    Light. That’s what he needed. Darkness made everything more
seductive and illicit. If he reminded himself who he’d just fucked, this all-consuming
lust would abate.
    It had to.
    He tossed his keys on the table and hit the lights.
Straining for composure, he drew air deep through his nose before he shifted to
look at her. Didn’t help. As he took in her disheveled brown hair, wary whiskey
eyes and the moisture pearled between her breasts, his cock gave a painful
lurch. Any of the three would have laid him out, but together?
    Yep, another plan foiled. He was racking them up tonight.
    Luckily, she broke the uncomfortable silence by walking out
of the room as if she knew where the hell she was going. Unluckily, she started
undoing the tie behind her neck as he followed. “Where’s your bedroom?” she
asked, her voice a hell of a lot stronger than his resolve.
    Not again. Once—technically once and some additional
foreplay—was an aberration. Twice would be madness.
    When he didn’t answer, she gave him a benevolent smile.
“It’s late. I’m tired. I have to be up at five.” She rolled her tongue over the
mouth he’d yet to devour. “My boss can be a real jerk if I’m late.”
    Spencer fought a grin as he closed the distance between them
and braced his arm on the wall above her head. He liked her height. No, he loved it. In her heels, they lined up just right, mouth to mouth. She exhaled and he
smelled the fruity drinks she’d had at Kink. Melon, cherry and pineapple wafted
over his lips and renewed hunger stirred in his gut.
    That was it. He had to see if she tasted as good as his
overactive imagination said she would. He started to lean in but the raw need
on her face closed him down. At the last second, he shifted his mouth away.
    He couldn’t do this. Not now, not with her. She was his
employee. Her eyes also revealed a lot more vulnerability