Lie With Me (Decadence After Dark #4) Page 3

I watch, glued in place as Tara saunters as seductively as possible across the room. Her skin picking up flecks of light from the reflection of the building in the window. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She knows exactly how to move and exactly how to excite me. Once she makes it to the window, she spreads her legs, bends over, and gazes back at me enticingly.

  I nearly crack in two.

  Jesus Christ. Nothing can get me harder than Tara’s eyes and the way they can seduce me. I grab my throbbing cock, knowing full well I’m not going to be able to control myself. I’m about to fuck her so hard, I’m going to break us both.

  I grab a condom out of my wallet as quickly as I can; my insides buzzing with need and adrenaline.

  I sheath myself as I walk up behind her. I’m heaving already, and I haven’t even touched her. I grab her hair and yank her head back, rubbing my erection between her wet folds.

  “Tell me what I want to hear,” I snarl in her ear.

  Tara doesn’t hesitate. “Fuck me.”

  The words coil around my limbs. She said that to me the first night we were together. No faltering, no fear. That was the moment I realized there was more to Tara Stevens than meets the eye. More to the sweet, playful blonde she portrays herself to be.

  I slide my hand from her hair down around her throat and hold on as I line up the head of my cock. She grips the windowsill in expectation. She knows what’s coming; we both do.

  “Say it again,” I order her.

  “Fuck me.” She’s fierce.

  I slam into her, and we both gasp.

  “Again.”

  “Fuck me.”

  I unleash, allowing the arousal I’ve been suppressing to take over. I beat into her, subduing her in place. A firm grasp on her neck and strong hold around her waist.

  “Harder!” she demands as her muscles tighten around me. I thrust deeper, more powerfully, dispensing what we both want. Sheer chaos. It’s for only a few pulse-pounding seconds, but the buildup is monumental. A brutal force that has my head swimming and my arousal stirring. Fucking hell, you’d think I’ve never gotten laid before in my life the way I react to her.

  “Oh, shit!” Tara slaps her hand against the window and moans animatedly, her body locking up. Her pussy throbbing so hard, it catapults me right over the edge.

  I drive myself as deep as I can and fucking erupt with Tara convulsing in my arms. I’m shaking by the time the orgasm passes, barely able to stay on my feet. Tara slumps forward on the window and just breathes, close to comatose.

  “Still in one piece?” I ask flippantly.

  “Barely.” She grins.

  “Next time, I’ll try harder to break you completely in two,” I assure her.

  “Good. I like overachievers.”

  “West Point graduate with honors. Hang on.” I remove the condom and drop it in the trash. I then pull her back and haul her into my arms. She sags dramatically, and I laugh.

  “Here we go, sleeping beauty.” I place her on the bed, and she giggles. “I pricked my pussy on your cock, and now, I’m dead.”

  I laugh harder. “Poor Disney princess. She got the short end of the stick with the spindle.”

  “She sure did,” Tara agrees, looking up at me adorably from the pillow.

  Before lying down, I grab a towel from the bathroom and wipe us both clean. Then I have a field day removing Tara’s boots. Just looking at them gets me hard. I unzip each one ridiculously slow, then tickle her feet once removed. Her laughter echoes around the room.

  “CJ!” she squeals, rolling around on the bed. I’m relentless, holding both ankles together with one hand.

  “Uncle! Uncle!” She can barely breathe.

  I finally let up. “I told you I would make you laugh as much as I made you come.”

  “Good to know you keep your promises.” She pulls at my arm, coaxing me to lie down beside her.

  “That’s one thing I can say I do.” I nestle up to her, trailing my fingers along her naked body, reacquainting myself with her curves. “This is new.” I stop at the tattoo on the top of her thigh.

  “I got a few months ago.”

  “What is it?”

  “A few lines of the sheet music to one of my favorite songs.”

  “Which is?”

  ““Stars” by Grace Potter.”

  “Never heard of her.” I press my fingertips into the music notes dancing on her skin.

  “She’s amazing.” Tara’s eyes sparkle. “Her voice is so soulful. It actually makes my spine tingle.”

  “She sounds very talented.”

  “She’s unreal,” Tara says star struck.

  “You’ll have to play the song for me sometime.”

  “I will.” She smiles, and it makes me melt. Sucker.

  “What does this one mean?” She takes my forearm and flips it over.

  “Airborne.” I explain what the saying ‘Death from Above’ and the skull wearing a beret means.

  “Like Army stuff?”

  “Yes, I was a paratrooper for the 82nd airborne division.”

  “You jumped out of airplanes?”

  “Yup, and I flew them.”

  “Huh, I always wondered what that tattoo meant.”

  “Why didn’t you just ask me?”

  She shrugs. “We were keeping it light. I figured it had something to do with the military. I just didn’t know it was anything as cool as jumping out of airplanes.”

  “That part was definitely cool.” I pull Tara closer and get comfortable.

  “Tired, old man?” she teases.

  “Tara,” I chastise her. It would be funny if it weren’t actually true. But I have ten years on her, and it’s never easy to forget that. Unless we’re fucking. I seem to forget everything while we’re fucking.

  “Still sensitive about the age thing?”

  “Yes.” I close my eyes and smirk.

  “I don’t think it’s a big deal. You act like you’re twelve most of the time anyway.”

  “Oh, really?” I laugh. “I didn’t realize we spent enough time together for you to assess that.”

  “I’m intuitive,” she muses.

  “Maybe. But I’m not the only one who has an issue with age. Kayne and your father do, too.”

  “Yeah, them,” she says passively. “They don’t scare me.”

  “Good to know you have no fear. I, on the other hand, have a pair of balls they would love to cut off just for looking at you.”

  “Sucks to be you,” she says mockingly.

  “I’m glad you take the well-being of my balls so seriously.”

  “Of course, I do.” Tara reaches down and cups them. “I would miss sucking on them if they were gone.” She squeezes.

  “Mmm,” I jerk. “Careful little girl, or you’ll be sucking on them sooner than you think.”

  “Is that a threat?”

  “Most definitely.”

  “TARA?” I FEEL CJ NUDGE me. “Tara, wake up,” he hums in my ear. I crack my eyes open to his gorgeous face and warm brown eyes. He may be ten years older than I am, but he’s still just as attractive as any twenty-year-old guy I know. “I ordered breakfast. Are you hungry?” He nods at a hotel cart. On it is a room service plate covered by a silver tin.

  “I am now that you woke me up.”

  “I’m sorry. I couldn’t watch you sleep anymore.” His voice is heavy with desire.

  “What time is it?” I rub my eyes and try to sit up.

  “Eleven.” He urges me back down. “Don’t get up. I like seeing you in my bed.”

  I like being in your bed.

  CJ sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls the sheets away from my body. “One night wasn’t enough, Tara.” He caresses my bare stomach. I slept with no clothes on, so I am completely naked. “I have a proposition for you.”

  “Proposition?” I crease my eyebrows, and he touches the little dimple between them.

  “Yes. I want to steal you away the rest of the weekend. I want you all to myself.”


  “Steal how? Like tie me to the bed?”

  “That could be one option.” He leers at me.

  “I’m listening.” He definitely has my attention.

  “I fly out tomorrow night. And I want to spend every second I have left in New York with you. No interruptions. No friends, or family, or electronic devices … Unless they vibrate,” he stipulates lewdly. “Just you and me and our wildest fantasies.”

  “You’re being serious?”

  “Completely.” He moves his hand up my torso and cups one of my breasts. “I want this body at my complete disposal for the next thirty-six hours.” I close my eyes and sigh under his touch. “What do you say?”

  I run through all the things I have to do this weekend and weigh the costs for falling off the face of the earth for almost two days. I have been dreaming about CJ since I left Hawaii, and now, he’s here propositioning me. Making an offer extremely hard to refuse.

  “Tara?” He repeats my name. “What do you say?” There’s an air of anxiety in his voice.

  I pop my eyes open and smile. Consequences be damned. “I say … what’s for breakfast?”

  CJ beams, pulling off the metal top of the plate, and I can’t help but laugh.

  “Chocolate cake?”

  “Mmm hmm.” He swipes some frosting with his index finger and brings it to my mouth, and I suck the sweetness directly off it. Yum. That has to be some of the best icing I have ever tasted.

  “So you’re all mine, then?” He steals some more frosting.

  I nod.

  “That’s not a good enough answer.” He feeds me his sugary finger.

  “You’re going to make me fat.” I toy with him instead of telling him what he wants to hear.

  CJ goes for another dollop of chocolate, but this time instead of bringing it to my mouth, he urges my legs apart and swirls it around my clit.

  “Don’t worry.” He wets his lips. “We’ll just fuck the extra calories off. Life’s too short not to have sex or eat chocolate cake.” With that, he leans down and buries his face between my thighs.

  “Oh!” I tense as he eats me alive. His tongue lashing through my folds and flicking my pierced clit.

  “Oh, god!” I grab his hair and rock my hips as he licks me in all the right places. In all my most sensitive spots. He’s searched them out and explored them all and is now using his knowledge against me.

  I’m panting uncontrollably, so close to the edge when he lifts his head.

  “Please don’t stop.” My voice is a pleading whisper.

  “You never gave me an answer, Tara.” He reaches over and opens the nightstand drawer.

  “Answer?” My head is in the clouds right now, and my body is shouting for release. I watch as he removes a condom, pulls his gym shorts down, and covers his straining length.

  “Yes, an answer.” He hovers over me. “Can I steal you away?” He nudges the head of his erection against my entrance. “Can I own you for thirty-six hours?” He pushes into me, and I willingly spread my legs.

  With CJ deep inside me, I forget how to think. I only hear his echoing questions and feel the euphoric pleasure as he stretches me wide and takes total control.

  “Yes,” I hear myself say. “You can have me.” I gasp as he thrusts. “You can have me anytime, anywhere, any way you want.” My muscles clench around his cock as it easily slides in and out, conjuring sensations that are indescribable.

  “Say it again.” His voice is rough.

  “You can have me. Anytime, anywhere, any way you want.”

  “Good, because I plan to do exactly that.” We both quiver as we succumb to the building pressure.

  I bury my face in his neck as I start to go under, his pelvis grazing my clit ring with every stroke. It heightens everything. Even the slightest caress.

  “Oh fuck,” I tear up. This is way more intense than the rough fuck last night. This is close and intimate and magnified tenfold.

  “Talk to me, Tara. Tell me what you feel.”

  I learned fairly quickly that CJ likes it when I’m vocal. He likes me to tell him what feels good and what doesn’t. He likes to know all my little ins and outs.

  “That feels good.” I force myself to speak, as he circles his hips. “Just like that.” His pelvis grazes across my clit again and again, and I nearly see stars. “I’m going to come.” My voice rises, and my breathing speeds up. “Oh shit … I’m so close.” He does it once more, and I explode from the inside out. Screaming and crying, my orgasm rocks me to the very core. Every square inch of my body tingles and prickles and throbs until it gives out.

  “Holy shit, Tara.” CJ’s quivering voice pulls me back. His hand is clutching my throat, and he’s kissing me languidly.

  Holy shit is right.

  I slowly open my eyes—it’s the only part of my body I’m able to move—and drowsily kiss him back, pinned under his full weight completely content.

  “Tell me you’re all mine.” His brown eyes flash with possessiveness.

  My chest feels heavy as I hesitate.

  “Tara?” CJ whispers, nuzzling my neck.

  “I’m all yours. Today and tomorrow, I’m all yours.” I hug him, suppressing the pang of guilt in my chest. I know what this weekend means. It’s purely physical, just like the few days in Hawaii were. We lead two very different lives on opposite sides of the country. He has a career; I’m just finishing grad school. There’s no real future for us. We may have magnificent chemistry, but it doesn’t mean what CJ and I share is going to be long term. He doesn’t need to know all my secrets, only the ones I choose to share with him. Monday he’ll be gone, and life will go back to normal.

  “Tell me a secret.” He kisses me softly, and I smile coyly.

  “I’m still hungry.”

  I THROW MY WEEKEND BAG over my shoulder. CJ wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to steal me away. He didn’t want to let me out of his sight, but I insisted that if he was abducting me for the next thirty-six hours, I at least needed some clean underwear and a change of clothes. His response? You can just walk around naked. As appealing as that sounds, he also informed me he wanted to take me out. Like on a real date. In a restaurant. We never did that in Hawaii. A real date. Sure, we shared meals—in bed—but we were keeping our little affair hush-hush, so public displays of affection were a no go. And a nice fancy dinner that consisted of just the two of us was definitely out of the question. Kayne saw us kissing after the wedding and made no qualms about telling CJ what he thought about it. I heard the whole conversation since I was hiding in his bathroom during the verbal smackdown. Right then and there, we both agreed it would be in our best interest to keep our relationship to ourselves. Kayne wasn’t the only obstacle. Once my father got wind we were spending time together, I received a verbal smackdown of my own. He’s too old … he’s Kayne’s business partner … if things go south, it could make problems all the way around …

  I get it.

  CJ and I are not ideal. But we are both adults and we are both undeniably attracted to each other. I love my father and I adore Kayne, but please, butt the fuck out.

  I’ll get off my soapbox now.

  I unplug my phone from the charger and send a quick text to my mom. Someone needs to know where I am. She knew all about CJ and me. She was really the only supportive one besides Ellie. Yes, she agreed the age difference was a bit of a problem, but she saw past that, just as I did. CJ has a big heart and is a good person. Isn’t that what really matters?

  I hail a cab outside my building and direct it to CJ’s hotel. Since I am still in school, I rent a tiny ass apartment in the city. Like, it’s literally a closet with a bathroom, but it’s all mine and that is rare when you are a broke college student trying to make ends meet in New York. Student loans—that I will be paying off into my next lifetime—and my tips at Jo Jo’s barely cover all my expenses, but I manage to get by. My parents try to throw me a bone every now and again, but I hate taking money from them. They barely scrape by themselves. I l
earned quickly that I needed to be creative when running low on extra cash.

  I use the swipe key CJ gave me to enter his suite. This place really is amazing. It isn’t huge, but it’s definitely a comfortable size. It has a bedroom, a living room, and an office area. But the most spectacular part is the location. Right in the heart of midtown where high rises and apartment buildings are a breath away. Below the panoramic window is a bird’s-eye view of St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Standing here, it makes you feel so unbelievably small but in such a marvelous way.

  “CJ?” I drop my bag in the living room and remove my thigh-high boots. CJ said he liked them, so I put together several outfits to match them.

  I walk into the bedroom and hear the shower going. I stroll into the bathroom casually.

  “CJ?”

  “In here!” I spy him soaping up his hair through the foggy glass. Mmm … If I didn’t already have my hair and makeup done, I’d join him.

  “I’ll be in the living room. I just wanted to let you know I’m back.” I raise my voice so he can hear me over the spray.

  “Hey, wait a sec! Come here.”

  He rubs the soap out of his hair as I walk over to the shower. The bathroom is all black and white marble with silver accents, and wonderfully large. I have been eyeing the claw-foot soaking tub since this morning. We definitely need to spend some time in there before the weekend is up.

  I stand next to the shower door. “What’s up? You need a towel?” I cross my arms and appreciate his chiseled silhouette through the tempered glass.

  “Not exactly.” He opens the door and snatches my wrist. “I need you,” he says pulling me inside.

  I don’t even have time to react as he drags me under the water. “CJ!” I squeal as he draws me into his arms and soaks me from head to toe. The hair and makeup I spent an hour perfecting ruined.

  “You’re not funny!” I scold him as he kisses me.

  “I couldn’t help it. I like you wet.”

  “I’ll get as wet as you want, just let me take my clothes off first.”

  “Great idea.” He starts stripping me naked. Pulling my sweater over my head and peeling off my drenched jeans. He tosses my wet clothes onto the floor in the corner, and then proceeds to explore my body with his hands and his tongue.