Boyfriend.
There was no way he was my boyfriend. He couldn’t be my boyfriend. I didn’t want a boyfriend. Ky was simply the guy who I spent my nights with, the guy who would kiss me until I couldn’t breathe, who would touch me until I trembled, the guy who pushed his way into the darkness of my heart. He was my—
A cool breeze suddenly grazed the back of my neck and before I had a chance to turn around to see the meaning behind the intrusion, strong arms surrounded my waist and pulled me into a firm and very familiar chest.
“Do you realize what a fucking turn on it is to see you owning the place like you are today?” His thick voice sent a shiver down my spine. “Can you be quiet?”
“What do you mean?” I asked breathlessly, my body fitting so perfectly against his.
“I need to touch you, and I need to know whether you can be quiet. Last night wasn’t enough, and then I woke up this morning and you had disappeared.”
I opened my mouth to speak but was stopped when he placed a finger over my lips. He stood behind me, so close that I could feel every curve and muscle of his body against my back. The same body I was slowly becoming addicted to, for its warmth, strength and protection.
“Only say yes if you mean it. If you don’t want this say no to me. You need to be able to say no.” His pleads filled the space around me.
His hands lay on my stomach and his fingertips brushed the bare skin above my jeans, causing a shot of excitement to fire through me. I shuddered not because of fear but of desire.
“I’ll ask you once more but remember what I said.” His breath fell to my ear and the moment his tongue swept over the sensitive skin on my neck, my eyes slammed shut. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” I sighed in response.
As soon as the words left my mouth, his lips fell to my neck. They were full and hungry, and attacked my neck with peppered kisses and gentle nips of my skin. I sighed in absolute pleasure. My eyes slammed shut under the intensity of emotions circulating my body. I fell back closer to his body, desperate to erase any space between our bodies and my sudden movements didn’t make him falter. One of his hands that was on my stomach moved down my body, teasingly slow until he suddenly cupped my heat through my jeans. The pressure alone sent a spark through me, and I inhaled sharply. Up and down he rubbed, hard and then so softly I didn’t know whether he was still there. The friction of my jeans and panties rubbing and pressing on my clit caused my skin to heat and a tightness to form in my lower belly.
“Ky, please,” I strangled out. The feeling within me grew and spiraled into a pleasure I craved. “Yes,” I repeated.
“I never realized how fucking sexy it would be to hear you beg.”
With precision, the button of my jeans popped open and the zipper torn down. The moment Ky’s finger slipped through my slick folds my head fell back on his shoulder; my arm flew up and wound around the back of his neck for support. His finger ran up and down so torturously slow while my breathing rushed out of my chest. My hips shifted, trying to get the friction I needed. I was beginning to crave the rush of pleasure this man could bring to me. With his free hand, Ky grabbed my chin and pulled my face around to the side so I was facing him.
“Open your eyes,” he growled, and I obeyed. His hazel eyes were bright, determined, and desire ridden. “I love when you beg, but I also love seeing your eyes when you come.”
His lips fell to mine, swallowing my gasp as he increased his torture yet he still didn’t hit the one spot where I craved his touch. Our tongues collided and swirled then attacked one another in fevered demands; for a moment I completely lost all sense of what was happening. He groaned against my lips as I rubbed my ass against his hardness then he quickly bit down on my bottom lip so erotically that I almost came on the spot. The moment he pulled away from my mouth and narrowed his eyes on mine I knew what was coming. Two fingers entered me, thrusting in and out, taking the air from my lungs while my head tried to process what was actually happening. I didn’t have a chance to analyze the situation before his thumb hit my needy clit. Not being able to hold it back any longer, I erupted into a wave of heat as my orgasm ran riot through me, taking every part of me along for the ride. I moaned but my sound was taken by his mouth as I rode out the sensation that took over my body.
“Remember where you are,” he whispered against my swollen lips. “I don’t want to share your pleasure with anyone.”
Fuck! It was only then as I opened my eyes that I realized we were in the curtained off section of the warehouse with colleagues, friends, and family just a couple steps away. Excitement flooded me at the thought of how close we were to being caught. Since when had I been an exhibitionist?
“You are wrecking me Eden Rivers.” His voice was hoarse with honesty.
With quick hands he pulled up my zipper and did the button of my jeans, then swung me around to face him. It was the first time I really had a chance to look at him, and I drank in his delights. He smirked and shook his head slightly then took a step away.
“You need to get back to work, and I need to leave before I do something really inappropriate. Getting you off in this tent might not satisfy the craving.”
“Ky!” I gasped at his words.
“Honesty babe.”
He winked and then disappeared through the curtain, leaving me completely gobsmacked.
Truth be told, he was the one wrecking me.
••••
Heat swirled around me as I made my way through the crowd at Delights. The fact that the wrap party was being held in the place where it all began wasn’t lost on me. Colby and Blake were in their element. The final photo had turned out more amazing than I could have imagined. I loved standing in the shadows and being able to watch my best friends live their dreams—it was the best feeling in the world.
But then there was Ky.
He had barely said two words to me since I had arrived with Ashlyn. I knew he was busy and had to work the room, but fuck, a hello would have been nice. I knew his eyes were constantly on me though, because my body hummed at the sensation.
I pushed through the crowd with the main bar in sight. Somehow I shifted my body onto the stool even though the dress I wore hugged me like a second skin. I smiled at the thought that I had worn it for Ky. I crossed my legs at the knee and grabbed the cocktail menu and skimmed through the high priced alcoholic concoctions. Just what I needed.
“What can I get for you beautiful?” I allowed my eyes to rise from the menu and came face to face with the guy who had served Tori and me many weeks ago. Recognition flashed within his eyes, which surprised me. “Oh I remember you, how could I ever forget a face like yours.”
He leaned over the bar and his eyes skimmed over my face. I felt my cheeks flame under the intensity of his gaze.
“Well I’m glad I wasn’t forgettable.”
What the fuck was that? Was I flirting?
“You could never be forgotten, now tell me pretty lady, what will I be serving you tonight? I will be your personal servant for as long as you need me.”
I completely understood his insinuation.
And I didn’t completely shut down.
“Cosmopolitan and please make it super strong.”
“Coming up.” He winked before creating the masterpiece before me. I watched him closely, for the first time letting my mind open to the thought of possibilities. All I could think about was Ky even though a handsome guy was flirting with me. Ky treating me like a goddess last night and then again today was the only thought that had mixed with the craziness of my mind, but now he was almost treating me like I didn’t exist.