Free Rumpled Between The Sheets by Kastil Eavenshade

He breathed in her ear, his
torment quickening. "Come for me."
    She coiled
inside, a spring about to break. She wanted to defy him, to withhold his wishes
from him but his skills far surpassed her strength. She cried out and he slowed
his manipulation for a moment, only to increase the pressure once more. Again
she trembled in his arms. The wetness between her legs increased as he sent her
over the edge one more time.
    "This is
the contract I want with you, Miss Becken . And you
will give me what I want." He released her to the floor, leaving. She
heaved her chest, trying to catch her breath, brow creasing at his departure.
Shame should have welled in her heart. Desire for more thundered louder.
    Alone in the workroom, she
watched her contract burn along with her soul.

 
    Chapter Seven
     
    The dance floor
was primed with single ladies itching to take any man home with them. Colored
lights blazed off the large rhinestone globe above the gyrating bunch. Benjamin
sipped his scotch, content to let his gaze drift from lady to lady. He’d had to
get out of the house before he accosted Miss Becken a
second time. His intentions were nowhere near honorable when it came to her. He'd
avoided contact with her for a full week before masturbation had lost its
luster. Only the touch of her skin would sate his needs. His problem was , getting attached to one woman wasn't his style. He loved
to switch up his bedmate as much as he jostled his collection every year. Mary
had bewitched him for longer than he wanted to confess.
    Though he'd
never openly admit it, his choices had badly influenced his designs. To test
the waters, he'd entered a runway show under a pseudonym to see how his latest
creations would be received. The criticism was far worse than he'd endured his
whole career. He’d lost whatever vision that had given him his illustrious
portfolio. When Ginger had secretly slipped Mary Becken into Press Week, he‘d seen his ruin on the wall. Ginger had no romantic or
otherwise intentions toward him. So why had she so viciously tried to destroy
him?
    The room. She had been the first assistant
to have access. How could he could be so stupid? Few things remained from his
childhood. Just a box of pictures and he'd kept everything locked up in his old
office. Somehow Ginger had managed to get a hold of the photos. Meaningless to
anyone beyond him yet she had figured out who he truly was and dropped a piece
of his past straight into his lap.
    That was the
last time he allowed an assistant know anything about his sordid past.
    Determined to
forget his troubles for the night, he zeroed in on a blonde in a silver mini-dress.
Her heels, four-inch stilettos, sparkled like diamonds with every step she
took. Through her, he'd rid his mind of Mary Becken and never be tempted again. Her completing a runway-worthy look must be her
only purpose in his life.
    His next
conquest smiled up at him and he returned it before taking a long sip of his
drink. Her tits bounced magically in the metallic material as she sashayed his
way.
    "Hey,
there. What's shaking?" She continued her disco floor boogie like a private
dancer. When she spun slow , his eyes gravitated to her
plump ass. Facing him, she took his drink. Her finger swirled the ice around
before she suckled the scotch off. He had no doubt she fully intended to make
her faux fellatio into reality.
    "Dance with
me." She held out her hand and he took it. She shook her ass all the way across
the disco floor, leading him to the darkest corner. With her arms draped around
his neck, she ground her body along his. He enjoyed her forwardness and teased
her with some of his own. His hands possessed her, keeping her pressed against
him. She took the invitation, her arms dropping to his waist and below.
    Sweaty bodies,
lost in the music, never once turned to gawk as her boldness grew. He had to
admit, she displayed an adventurous side not one his partners bothered to show.
Her hand wiggled down his