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  My tip fell to her entrance and I pushed inside, groaning at how wet and hot she was. She arched her back, and I moved deeper, coating myself with her wetness as our kiss grew more desperate. I sank all the way, and she wrapped her legs around me and jammed her heels into my ass. Pulling out to the tip, I gave her a hard stroke and she broke our kiss and gasped.

  I did it again, the loud smack of our skin reverberating around the room. “You like it rough, Scarlett?”

  “Mmm yes. Harder.”

  My cock pulsed at her words and I tried to steady my breathing so I wouldn’t come too soon. I pounded her, starting a slow rhythm that shook her with each impact. She wrapped her fingers around the rope and held on.

  I leaned back, needing to see all of her. Gripping her hips, I pulled her down so the ropes were stretched tight and she was fully on my cock. I thrusted harder and faster, her eyes fixed on mine and her tits bouncing with each harsh push.

  “Harder?”

  She nodded. I dug my fingers into her skin and fucked her, my cock rubbing every part of her walls as she clenched me in tight. She was a wet dream, tied to the bed and cooing as I fucked her harder than I’d ever fucked anyone in my life.

  I licked my thumb and pressed it down on her clit. When I started stroking her along to my rhythm, she worked her hips to get every bit of friction with me.

  “So fucking hot.” It was all I could say.

  Her lower back arched off the bed as she spread wider. I stared as my cock disappeared inside her tight pink.

  “I’m so close.” Her movements became jerky as I swirled and flicked her clit.

  I reached down with my other arm and wrapped it around her back, pulling her into my strokes. Her pussy tightened, and she held her breath as I kept working her. Then she let out a cry and said my name as she clamped down on me, her pussy convulsing and gripping my cock tight.

  I captured one of her nipples in my mouth and bit down, while still pumping into her.

  “Oh God,” she said on a moan.

  I thrust a few more times, my cock ready to explode. “Keep coming. Milk my cock.” I shoved in deep and released, my balls drawing up tight as I shot inside her. “Oh, fuck, Scarlett.” Her pussy spasmed around me as she pushed down onto me as much as she could, taking me all the way.

  Our moans subsided and I rested my head on the pillow next to hers, just trying to catch my breath.

  She went limp, her body sated. “I need to feel you.” She tugged at the rope.

  I untied her, fumbling at first and then getting the knots undone. When she was free, she ran her hands up and down my back, pulling me close to the point where I was worried I was crushing her. I rolled onto my back, taking her with me.

  She snuggled into my chest and rested her head over my heart. I smoothed my fingers through her hair and breathed her in.

  “You’re amazing.” I wasn’t sure how else to put it.

  “Thanks.” She smiled against me.

  “I’d like to tie you up again sometime.”

  “Already thinking about the next time? Does that mean this time didn’t do it for you?” She nipped at my chest.

  “This time did it. Trust me.” I ran my fingertips up and down her smooth back. “And I definitely want there to be a next time.”

  “Be careful with that. Your reputation as a womanizer might be in peril if you try to stick with just me.”

  “Maybe I don’t want that reputation anymore.” I hugged her to me. She was too good for me. But I’d always liked a challenge.

  “Maybe I’m going to start my own reputation. Try to match your numbers. Play the field.” She snorted.

  I tensed and popped her on the ass.

  She jumped and glared up at me, resting her chin in my chest. “Hey!”

  “Mention other men again, and I’ll smack that perfect ass even harder.” I couldn’t tell if I wanted her to mention it so I could spank her or if I’d rather she accepted her fate.

  She nibbled her bottom lip, as if she were going through the same options in her mind.

  “Go on.” I kissed her forehead and kneaded the ass cheek I’d slapped. “Try me.”

  “Asshole.” She settled back in against me.

  “Definitely.” I rubbed her back for a few more minutes as her breathing evened out.

  Pulling the duvet over us, I whispered, “Get some rest. You’ll have a lot of work to do tomorrow to convince me on this plan of yours.”

  “It’s not up to you.” Her voice was already thick with sleep.

  I closed my eyes. “We’ll see.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Scarlett

  I snapped the final garter into place and perused my legs. The thigh-highs were in place, black lace skirting around my thighs. My black bra pushed up my breasts to greater heights than they could ever reach on their own, and my thong had barely enough fabric to cover my girly bits.

  I was the quintessential honey pot, made to lure unsuspecting Eric into spilling all his secrets. I’d gone shopping earlier, wearing a baseball cap pulled low and dark sunglasses. I had to look the part.

  I was set to meet Eric at the hotel in an hour. Carey had already gone to the suite to set up the cameras and other recording equipment. But there was one more thing I needed to do at Carey’s house first.

  “I’m ready,” I called.

  I tried to ignore the wave of embarrassment that washed over me as Kennedy walked into the room and stopped, his jaw hanging open.

  “You look . . . you look. I have no words.” He took me in from head to toe, stilettos to curls. “Now I’m even more sure that this is a bad idea. I can’t let you put yourself in harm’s way like this.” He crossed his arms over his chest and slammed the door behind him.

  I strutted to him, swaying my hips in the too-high heels. “We’ve been through this about ten times today. It’s the only way.” I peeked up at him through my false lashes.

  He ran his hands down my bare upper arms. “I can’t let you. I just can’t.”

  I pouted, knowing my red lips formed a bow that drew his eye. “You’re so tense. Let me ease your worries. We have a minute before we have to go.”

  Taking his hand, I pulled him to the bed.

  “This isn’t going to change my mind.” He shook his head but lay back on the pillows when I pushed him down.

  “Won’t you at least let me try?” I straddled him and guided his hands to my ass. His cock was already hard, jutting against his zipper. I rocked my hips, rubbing my pussy over his length. He closed his eyes and squeezed my ass.

  “Fuck. Yes, yes, convince me.”

  I leaned down and kissed him, gripping his hands and pinning them up by his head. He let me take charge, so I rewarded him by working my hips faster, stroking his cock through his pants. My clit warmed as I moved on top of him, and he kissed me more intensely, his tongue sweeping against mine.

  I leaned back and sat up, still riding him. “Would you like to see these red lips around your cock?”

  “Fuck yes.” His pulse thumped in his neck.

  I pulled the rope from the headboard. “Turnabout is fair play, though I’m sure I can’t tie as well as you did.”

  “We all have our shortcomings. But I’ll forgive this one.” He thrust his hips up to me.

  I wrapped his wrist as he reached up with his other hand and kneaded my breast through my bra.

  I made an mmmm sound as he pinched my hard nipple. Then I took his other wrist and tied it, too. Once he was secure, I sat still on top of him.

  “I’m sorry about this.”

  “What?”

  I got off him and sat next to him on the bed. “I have to at least try with Eric.”

  Realization dawned on his face and he yanked at the rope. “Scarlett, untie me.”

  “I had Carey teach me a few things this morning. Those knots will hold.” I stood and grabbed the long coat I’d draped across the foot of the bed. “You’ll be safe here. And we’ll be back when it’s all over.”r />
  “You tricked me. I would congratulate you, but I’m too worried.” He pulled harder, but the knots only tightened. “Don’t do this. Please. I can protect you. You don’t have to put yourself in danger.” His fight grew frantic as he tried to free himself, and the pleading in his voice made tears prick my eyes.

  “I have to do this. It’s the smartest play. You’d know that if you didn’t have feelings for me.” I slid the coat on and tied the sash around my waist.

  “Scarlett, please. Let me go and I’ll come with you. Just don’t go without me.” He stopped struggling.

  I shook my head. “If I let you go, you’ll never let me out of this warehouse. Be honest.”

  “I would. I would go with you. Seriously.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “Liar.”

  He shook his head in denial and then sort of wobbled it around. “Maybe, but just let me go and we can see if I’m telling the truth. Please, don’t go. I’m begging you.”

  “I have to. I’m sorry. Carey has arranged to send word to Clinton’s people about where you are and how to get in if something goes wrong and we don’t come back.” My voice cracked on the last word, and I fought the tears away.

  “Scarlett.” His voice was anguished and his eyes glittered. “Please, baby, please.”

  “I’ll be back later tonight. Just wait for me. I’m coming back. I’m sorry.” I turned my back and walked out. My tears fell as I took the elevator and walked to the car.

  His yells of “Scarlett, please!” didn’t stop until I closed the car door and couldn’t hear them anymore.

  A sharp knock on the door had me jumping from the edge of the bed.

  “Showtime,” Carey mouthed, and closed the door connecting the suites.

  I took a deep breath, smoothed my jacket, and ignored the slosh of negative emotions bubbling inside me. Walking the few steps to the entry, I stared out the peephole. Eric stood in the hallway. I turned the handle and pulled. He darted in and scanned the room.

  I closed the door and leaned against it. “Thanks for coming.”

  “What’s this all about?” He walked the room and even checked in the bathroom. “Your message was so cryptic. Are you okay?”

  His fake concern turned my stomach even more.

  “I’m fine. Everything’s fine for now. We had some trouble at Kennedy’s house yesterday, but we’re safe.”

  Apparently satisfied that I was the only one here, he walked back to me, but not before flipping the bolt on the suite door. Fuck. I calmed myself. If something went wrong, Carey had the room key and could come through the main door. I was safe.

  Rain dotted Eric’s glasses and his dark hair was damp.

  “Where is he?” Eric adjusted his glasses, pushing the lenses close to his dark brown eyes.

  “Kennedy?”

  “Yeah.”

  “He and Carey ditched me. You know we didn’t get along, and then he tried to take advantage of me at the Mardi Gras ball. He told me I was on my own after the thing at his house on Lake Pontchartrain. They’re holed up at Kennedy’s beach house.”

  He looked me up and down before resting his gaze on mine. “Which one?”

  “I didn’t know he had multiples. How do you know?”

  “Oh.” He waved his hand like he was swatting away a fly. “Just guessing. You said he was a successful plaintiff’s attorney. I just figured they’ve got lots of cash. But it’s smart for him to head out, now that things are getting dangerous. I’ve been worried about you.”

  “I know. You’ve always been there for me. And things have been so scary.” I looked down and wiped away a fake tear.

  “Scarlett?”

  “I’m sorry.” I studied the floor. “I’m just nervous. And I can’t shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen to me. And I wanted you to know how I felt.” I sniffled.

  “Oh, Scarlett.” He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. His cologne was some sort of musky scent that made me wrinkle my nose before I forced myself back into character.

  “I’m just so afraid.” I clung to him. “And I needed you.”

  “Shh.” He ran his hand down my back and hugged me closer. “I’m here now. You don’t have to be scared.”

  “I’ve always wanted you. I just couldn’t do anything about it because you were a client. But now, I don’t think that matters anymore.”

  “It doesn’t matter. You don’t have to be scared. I can fix it.”

  I sniffled louder. “How?”

  He gripped my shoulders and pushed me away, studying my face. “There are ways.”

  It was time to bring out the big guns. “I don’t care. If this is the last time I’m going to see you, I want to make it count.” I untied the sash at my waist and pulled, letting the jacket fall open.

  Eric’s eyes drifted down my body, lingering on my tits. He let his gaze rove lower and licked his lips when he got to the apex of my thighs. I shuddered.

  “You’re trembling.” He gripped the lapels of my coat and pushed it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “Holy shit.”

  “I’m sorry. I thought this would make you happy.” I looked down.

  “Oh, it does. Very much.” He put a finger under my chin and pulled my face to his. I closed my eyes as his lips met mine. His kiss was firm to the point of being almost painful and he pressed me back against the door. I could feel his erection against my stomach, and I forced myself to moan into his mouth and grip his shoulders.

  “Scarlett, I’ve wanted this for so long. You have no idea.” He kissed down my neck, his mouth hot on my collarbones and then the swells of my breasts.

  I clenched my eyes shut and ran my fingers through his hair as his hands roved my body.

  “Come on.” He took my hand and led me to the bed. I sat down as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.

  Then he pushed me back and crawled on top of me. His mouth covered mine, his tongue plunging rapidly inside me as he groped my breasts.

  When he reached beneath me to unhook my bra, I said, “Wait.”

  “What? Why?” He kept kissing my neck.

  “I’m not being fair to you.”

  “What?” he repeated, and licked along my shoulder.

  “Wait.” I put my hands on his cheeks and brought his face to mine. “I’m not being fair. I want to be here, in this moment with you, but I can’t. I’m too . . .” I sighed. “I’m too scared. It’s not right.”

  I pushed at his chest, but he didn’t move.

  He tilted his head. “You’re scared, huh?”

  “Yes.” Unease washed over me at the playful tone in his voice.

  “Want me to tell you something to make you feel better?” He smiled.

  “You could do that?”

  “I could. Yes. I could tell you that you’re safe and that nothing is going to happen to you. And that I believe everything you’ve said. How about that?”

  I pushed harder and tried to scoot out from under him. He gripped my wrists and pinned me, a cruel smile turning his lips.

  “I know what you’re up to. You have a mic in here somewhere? You want me to say things?”

  My heart sank and fear rose in its place. “No.”

  “You do. I know you do. That’s okay. I’ll find it. But first, you and I are going to have a little fun. Then I’ll take care of you so that you’re never scared again. You follow?”

  I inhaled to scream, but he clapped a hand over my mouth. Where is Carey?

  I hit his ribs with my free hand, but he pinned my arm to my side with his elbow.

  He leaned into my ear and whispered, “I already told my squad you’re here. They’re waiting in the lobby to come up here and finish you once I’m done.”

  Real tears seeped from my eyes and ran down to the bedspread. Something was wrong. Carey should have been here by now.

  “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you? How many times you’ve ignored me, only to let that piece-of-shit Kennedy fuck
you?” He squeezed my wrist hard, pain searing up my arm.

  I shook my head and tried to buck him, but he’d settled on top of me like lead.

  “I would have treated you so good. You wouldn’t have been hurt. But no. You fucked up and opened your legs for him instead of me. I’m going to remedy that right now. It’s going to be a great night . . . for me, anyway.” He leered at me and shoved his thigh between my legs. “And when I’m done with you, I’m going to find Kennedy and Carey.” He looked around, raising his eyebrows in a thoughtful expression. “I hope you set it up for video. I’d really like to show them what we do together before they join you at the bottom of the Gulf.”

  I screamed, but the sound made it no farther than his palm.

  A knock at the door turned his head. “Do not disturb,” he called.

  I struggled beneath him, but he only moved his hand up so it covered my nose and my mouth, cutting off my air.

  The knock came again and a woman’s voice with it. “We have the champagne you ordered.”

  “Leave it by the door.”

  I tried to turn my head to dislodge his hand, but he let my wrist go and gripped my hair, keeping me still as he suffocated me.

  “I can’t do that, sir. Against hotel policy.”

  “Then take it back. I don’t want it.”

  “Sir. I’m not allowed to do that either. It’s already paid for.”

  My vision began to dim as I fought for air that wasn’t coming.

  “Keep it, give it away, I don’t care.”

  A brief pause, then, “Sir, I’m sorry, but that’s against policy, too. I’m just trying to do my job here.”

  “Fuck.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife, flicking out the blade and locking it in place before pressing it to my throat. “Let’s go answer the door.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Kennedy

  The garage door closed, and the house fell silent. I’d been an idiot, but any man would have been an idiot with a woman like Scarlett wearing black lingerie. The thought curdled in my mind, because she intended to let Eric get a look. If Eric even showed. He could send killers in his place. She hadn’t listened to any of my warnings. Instead, she and Carey had decided to handle it on their own.