“How about you let someone tie you up and fuck you? Maybe even throw in a blindfold.”
Her clit tingled at Bram’s suggestion. She’d read about bondage games in a few of the erotic romances she loved. Those scenes never failed to get her juiced up. She ruffled her fingers through Bram’s short spiky hair. “I knew there was a reason I keep you around.”
He stopped his feasting on her breast and slid a smoky look in her direction. “My dirty, brilliant mind isn’t the only reason you keep me around.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pajama bottoms and inched them down. After flinging the rumpled garment aside, he settled between her legs, his broad shoulders bracing her thighs open. His warm breath puffed against her soaked pussy. “Number four?”
“Sex in a public place.”
One of his eyebrows arched. “Bold.”
“Too much?”
“Fuck no. Just right.” His tongue gave a barely there flick across her clit. She squirmed, desperate for more. He moved away, his hazel eyes teasing. “Number five?”
“I’d visit that sex club downtown. The one you think I don’t know you and Ry have gone to.”
His jaw dropped. “How the hell did you find out?”
“I heard you and Ry talking about it once.” She blushed. “I wondered what you would do if I showed up there.”
Those sinful irises darkened. “We both know the answer to that. I’d toss you over my shoulder and carry you into one of the private rooms so I could bury myself deep in your pussy for the rest of the evening.”
She licked her lips. “Next up—anal.”
“Don’t worry, I’d give this sweet ass plenty of devotion too.” As if to verify his statement, Bram ducked his head and traced the crease of her ass with his tongue before rimming her puckered opening.
Her breath lodged in her throat and stars danced in her vision. “I—I was referring to number six. Not that this isn’t nice.”
“Goes double for me, darlin’.” Bram eased a finger into her back passage. “You’d let a man fuck you here?”
“Y-yes. If I felt comfortable enough with him.”
Bram’s stare bored into her. “Would anyone else be there while this guy is balls-deep in your tight ass?”
She knew what he was asking. What he wanted to hear. “Yes,” she said on a whisper.
“Number seven?”
She swallowed, her fingers shaking on the keyboard. More than any of the others, this entry terrified her the most. It was one thing to fantasize about it. Typing it would somehow make it real and force her to spring the closet door on her deepest, darkest fantasy.
“You have to do it, Lace.” Another of Bram’s fingers stroked inside her pussy. It moved in countermotion to its partner. “Type the words and set yourself free.”
Oh God. Could she do it? Admit the one fantasy that’d sustained her for as long as she could remember? Trembling, she stared at the screen on her laptop. Words, just words. It meant nothing when she’d be the only one who ever saw them. She dragged in a deep breath and expelled it slowly. “I’d have a threesome with Ry and Bram.”
“Good girl.” The finger inside her pussy curved against her G-spot and rubbed determinedly. Bram’s mouth closed around her clit and sucked with firm, demanding pulses. He knew exactly what it took to trip her over the edge.
The orgasm crashed into her, making her shudder and gasp. Her pussy and ass milked Bram’s fingers, the quakes rocking her. All the while, Bram continued devouring her. Hungry, lusty groans vibrated against her flesh, telling her he was aroused just as much by his oral love fest as she was. Knowing how much he enjoyed going down on her only heightened her own pleasure.
The climax lasted forever, yet ended too soon. By the time she came to her senses, fantasy Bram had vanished, leaving her limp and sated.
And completely alone.
She always felt sexually satisfied after one of her solo sessions. Tonight was no exception. But this time she felt empty too. Awesome as the fantasy was, it would never be the real thing. She needed to come to grips with that.
Rolling onto her side, she stared at the list she’d created on her laptop. She started to hit the delete button, but the mocking voice paid a return visit to her head.
Goody-goody two shoes. That’s all you’ll ever be.
Gritting her teeth, Lacey hit save. Just to prove that her inner tormenter had her pegged all wrong, she sent a copy of the file to her work email so she could add to the list tomorrow.
“That’s right. Who’s the damn goody-goody now?” A spark of triumph banishing her earlier glumness, she logged off and returned the laptop to her dresser before flicking off the lights. As she climbed back into bed, one certainty flashed through her mind.
Tomorrow would be the first day of a new and naughty Lacey.
Chapter Four
Bram pulled into his parking space outside the Dockside mere seconds before Ry’s Ford F-250 slid to a stop in the adjacent slot. Surprisingly, Lacey wasn’t there yet. Usually she beat them to the clock every morning. Then again, she’d had a rough day yesterday. The reminder of the role Olivia played in it made Bram see red all over again.
He knew part of the reason Olivia had been such an insensitive bitch was because she’d always been jealous of the tight friendship he and Lacey shared. One night when she’d gotten stupid drunk, Olivia had slurred accusations about Lacey lusting after him. God, if only Olivia knew the truth. The only one guilty of a major case of lust was him. For Lacey.
Sometimes he wondered if he hadn’t made a huge mistake agreeing to the pact with Ry about keeping their distance. With the bombshell Lacey dropped yesterday about dating again, this more than qualified as one of those times. How could he stand by and not do everything in his power to convince her to make him one of her eligible candidates?
There’d been more than one occasion when he’d debated the wisdom of him and Ry not just pouring their hearts out to Lacey and letting her decide if she could see herself with one of them. Yeah, it’d kill him if she picked Ry. But eventually one day he’d get over her, right?
Sure, maybe in my next lifetime. Blowing out a heavy breath, he cracked open the door of his Subaru Outback. An arctic blast buffeted the side of the vehicle, making the door rattle in his grip. Concerned the gust might decide to take off with part of his car, he clambered out and slammed the door shut. He reached the Dockside’s entrance just as Ry did. Bram wedged his key in the lock and pushed the door open. He let Ry take care of hitting the lights in the main section of the restaurant and went to check things in the kitchen. The astringent smell of disinfectant and industrial-grade floor cleaner announced that the janitorial crew had been through and worked their magic. A note was taped to the cooler door. More than likely the supply list from Kevin, the head chef.
Bram strode to the cooler and grabbed the note. He’d give it to Lacey so she could add the items onto their weekly shopping list.
The reminder of Lacey brought his thoughts spinning back around to her adamancy about dating again. Yeah, wanting to keep her safely out of reach of some faceless dude certainly made him a selfish bastard. She deserved to find her happily ever after.
He wished to hell it would be with him.
His fist tightening on Kevin’s note, Bram stalked toward the office he shared with Ry. The lights were already on and Ry was busy clearing some boxes of ornaments off his desk. Bram tossed the list on top of a stack of unopened mail and stared at the back of Ry’s head. “We can’t let her do it.”