“Right,” the other one was saying, his gun also raised and aimed their way. “And if you behave, you might enjoy this.”
Enjoy being robbed?
Her eyes widened when the speaker looked at her and smiled. The man’s blue-eyed gaze slid down her body. She lost all ability to breathe. She clutched at James’ shirt as backup support for her suddenly unsteady legs.
“Look,” James said, reaching for his back pocket. “You can take the money in my wallet and my ring. Just don’t hurt anyone.”
“Save your negotiations,” Mr. Navy Bandana said. “We’ll get to the business of your money and jewels later…including the safe, so don’t play us for fools by denying its existence. We know everything there is to know about you, James. First, like my friend said earlier, you should never disappoint a lady by keeping her waiting.”
“I’m not going to fuck my secretary while you two perverts-”
“Be careful, James,” the man with the deep voice warned in a deadly serious tone.
“James?” Dana took his hand.
He turned his head to look at her over his shoulder.
“Please,” she whispered, “don’t make them angry.” She was ninety percent sure that this was part of her fantasy, since James had stayed within his role as her employer, but that ten percent of uncertainty was enough for her to side with caution.
The chance of real danger also added a unique thrill she hadn’t expected. She didn’t know whether to consider herself crazy or what, but logical or not, the two bad boys in black turned her on.
One of the gunmen chuckled, although she didn’t look away from James to see who it was.
Mr. Navy Bandana said, “Listen to her, James. You can’t win if you fight. You won’t like what happens if you piss us off, but if you play nice, you’ll make her happy.”
“And save her life,” the other one added, his deeper voice and the words he spoke making her shudder.
James pulled Dana into an embrace. “I’m so sorry.”
She looked up into his eyes and tried for a smile. “It’s okay.”
“Undress her.” Dana closed her eyes at the sound of that deep bass. “Slowly.”
“You son of a bitch,” James hissed under his breath, but the gunmen had moved close enough to hear.
The one in the navy bandana poked James in the back. “Don’t be a hypocrite, lover boy. You want to see her body as much as we do. Now, do as you’re told.”
Dana clutched James’ shirt, staring up into his angry eyes. If this wasn’t real, the man was a damn fine actor. “It’s okay,” she murmured again, and this time she realized she meant it. The guns, the other men, the orders to comply-they all combined to remove all responsibility from her for what was about to happen. She felt strangely liberated. It was almost cathartic. And the idea of being caught in flagrante delicto, watched, and made to perform was both unnerving and titillating at the same time.
James’ gaze softened to something tender and passionate.
He cupped her face with one hand, his thumb caressing away the quiver of her bottom lip. He bent down and gave her a chaste kiss. Then the soft purr of her zipper sounded as James slid the tab down her back.
Her pulse began to race.
“Slowly,” Mr. Deep Voice repeated.
Dana held her breath as James slipped his thumbs under the spaghetti straps of her gown and tugged them off her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so the instant the material dropped away, cool air beaded her nipples. Her fingers ached from their death grip on James’ shirt, which was now hopelessly wrinkled.
James touched her wrists, saying, “Let go, my dear,” and she realized she’d not only closed her eyes again, but that her dress hung from her elbows while she clung to him.
Blinking up at him, she forced her fingers to open, letting go and dropping her arms. The dress fell to the floor, a puddle of silky satin around her feet.
James settled his hands on her hips where the final lacy scrap of material remained to keep her modesty intact.
Before he could remove her panties, though, she focused on the buttons of his shirt. She was determined not to be the only one sans clothes. One by one she undid them and then tugged the tails from his slacks. James had a nice body, soft skin over hard muscle-a fine line of hair teased her gaze, leading from his navel down to disappear beneath his pants. Fascinated, distracted for the moment, she reached out to trace the trail with a fingertip and heard him hiss.
His shirt joined her dress on the floor. She reached for his pants, but then heard the door to their room shut and the lock engage. It was enough to make her look around to find the gunmen. They were on the move, circling around for a better view, one to either side.
She and James stood close together at the foot of his bed.
As the gunmen took up positions behind her on either side of that bed, she lost sight of them and returned her gaze to James who, she discovered, was staring down at her. Mixed emotions of concern and desire were evident in his hazel eyes.
She rose up on tiptoe and initiated a kiss that he quickly deepened into something much more hot and urgent.
It was almost enough to make her forget about the armed voyeurs in the room, until that deep bass voice returned.
“Stop stalling, James. I said undress her. That means everything.”
Her breath hitched when the kiss stopped and James obeyed the command by slowly easing her panties down her thighs.
The one in the navy bandana seemed content to watch while the other gunmen continued to give the orders. “Nice ass. Go ahead and touch her. Pull her against your body.”
James did as he was told. His palms cradled her butt, held her close enough that she had no doubt about his arousal. Despite their lack of solitude, or maybe because of it, James was as turned on as she was.
“Bet that sexy body of hers feels good enough to make a man hard as granite, huh?”
James hugged her tighter and didn’t answer. The other gunman snickered though.
Mr. Deep Voice continued to give commands, his tone quiet, almost sultry. “Turn her around for us, James. Very good. Now, gently knead those breasts.”
When James’ hands closed around her breasts, she leaned back against him and closed her eyes, unable to look at the two men watching him fondle her. But doing so did not prevent the effects their presence had on her body. Her nipples tightened. Her pussy creamed, and she began to pant softly with unrequited need.
Without prompting, James pressed soft kisses along her shoulder and neck, brushed her hair out of his way, and caught her earlobe between his teeth.
She gave him a soft sigh of approval and tilted her head while he suckled it. When had her ears become such an erogenous zone?
“Spread her legs.” The gunman’s voice now was almost a whisper-the sexiest fucking murmur she’d ever heard.
She didn’t wait for James to force her legs apart. She spread her stance willingly and kept her eyes closed, reveling in the sensations of James’ touch and the others’ gazes.
“Touch her. Tell us how wet she is.”
James slid one hand from her breasts, down across her nervous tummy, and gently through the trimmed curls of her pubic hair. When he ran a fingertip across her clit and between her labia, she moaned and tilted her hips toward his touch.