Hot in the City 2: Sin City (13 page)

He sounded so…well-adjusted. She’d always thought
she
was well-adjusted, too, thought it was enough to like
herself
—but suddenly she wondered if she were going about life all wrong with this plan to be a good girl. “I wish it were that simple for me.”

“So do I. I mean, I’m not trying to throw a crimp in your plan, but…I care about you, sweetheart, and I want you to be happy.” He reached across the table to graze the tip of one finger across her hand where it fiddled with the stem of her wineglass.

Just that one little touch made her pussy feel achy. And
that
made her want to forget all about the discussion they were having. It was easy to doubt her plan
now
, sure—having her hot, sexy lover tell her it was okay to do exactly
what
she wanted, any
time
she wanted. But once she got back home and he was no longer around, she’d realize her plan was the right one to follow. Wouldn’t she?

“Don’t worry, I
will
be happy. No doubts about that. Now, tell me about you. And Paris. Tell me why you want to go.”

He gave her the lazy grin of a sexy playboy. “Just the next adventure on the road of life, that’s all. I came to Vegas looking for fun and I’ve had a lot of it. And I’ve built my career. Europe seems like…something a single guy should do, that’s all. The next step.”

She laughed. “Marc does Paris. Sounds like a porn movie. Of course, I think they’re much freer about sex over there than the average American, so you should be able to find lots of pretty models to keep your bed warm and your social life interesting.” As she spoke, an unexpected pang of jealousy pulled on her heart. She had the nerve to let the idea of him with other girls bother her? She was surprised, but couldn’t stop the feeling.

He shrugged, grinned. “Hopefully. But girls seem too skinny over there. At least the models. No curves, you know?”

She laughed. “You like a curvy woman, huh?”

“Oh yeah.” His sexy eyes were planted squarely on her cleavage. “I like
your
curves—a lot, sweetheart.”

Her breasts tingled a bit and she found herself eating a little faster, because talking with him was very pleasant, but fucking him was even better.

“Tell me about your neighbor, Carter,” she said. For some reason, thoughts of sex had turned her mind back to Marc’s earlier intuition about her finding his neighbor attractive.

“Like I told you, he’s a good guy. We’ve become close friends. He’s been kind of down lately, though. He’d been seeing a showgirl for a few months—I think he had it bad for her. She broke up with him a few weeks ago, and besides moping about her, all he does is complain about missing the sex.”

Diana couldn’t help laughing. “Seems like
all
your friends are heartbroken and sexless. But hey, tell him to come to the Adrianna offices—I’m sure Adrianna would be willing to take care of his frustrations.”

He grinned, tilting his head to give her a speculative look. “Or…right here, next door, huh?” He raised his eyebrows, teasing her.

She smiled boldly. “What are you suggesting, lover?”

He still looked playful, aroused. “Uh, just wondering how much your pussy would tingle if I decided to call him up and ask him to join us for a little party.”

“For your information, my pussy is
already
tingling, just sitting across from you.”

She loved watching the excitement pool in his dark eyes. As their gazes connected, his bare foot nudged her knees apart beneath the table. She spread her legs obligingly and he caressed her inner thigh with his soft, cool toes. “Just me, huh? I’m all you want right now?”

She gave her head a sexy tilt. “It’s like I keep telling you. I want
you
. And I want whatever
you
want. Whatever gets you hot.”

He smiled. “I never would have pegged you for the submissive, Diana.”

She shrugged. “Me neither, so it’s a surprise to us both. Does
that
turn you on, me being submissive?”

He thought it over, then replied. “So far, everything
about
you turns me on. I love how bold you are, baby,” he said across the candlelit table. “You have no idea how much it thrilled me to see you with those other guys last night while I watched.”

Diana bit her lip, felt her nipples harden within the tight lace of her bra. “You like to watch, huh?”

He nodded, still caressing her thigh. “
Oh
yeah. In fact, I’m surprised you’re just now figuring that out. Truth is, I consider it kind of a weakness, but I can’t seem to change it.”

“Doesn’t have to be a weakness. Some people might even see it as a strength.”
Me. Now.
After last night. After imagining Marc watching her fool around with Adrianna earlier today. She’d never wanted such things up to now, but he was showing her parts of her sexuality she’d never seen before.

“Glad you see it that way.”

Partially because he couldn’t reach her pussy with his toes and partially because she wanted more of him than just his foot anyway, Diana pushed back her chair and got to her feet.

Marc did the same and before she could even come toward him, he backed her up against a wall. His dark expression was at once paralyzing and stimulating.

She locked her gaze on his. “You make me wet with just a look.”

“Imagine how wet you’ll get when I do
other
things.” With that, he buried one hand in her hair and kissed her—a slow, sensuous meeting of tongues that nearly drove her out of her mind. His other hand skimmed up from her waist to caress her breast through her clingy top. She moaned into his mouth when he pinched her nipple through her clothes, before pressing his knee between her thighs. She instinctively moved against it, rubbing against his leg. He had the ability to get her so, so hot, so, so quick. This was more than just needing sex—this man had
power
over her,
sexual power
. And she loved it.

A big part of her wanted desperately to be alone with him tonight, as they’d planned. She wanted to let him ravish her body in every way known to man, wanted to see exactly how crazy he could make her all by himself.

Yet another part was almost frightened by the idea of being alone with him too much. Frightened he’d do too many wonderful things to her, give her too many of those dark, hot, sexy looks, say too many things that warmed her inside and made her never want to go back to Baltimore.

And besides, he liked to watch.

And what Marc liked, she liked. What Marc wanted, she felt compelled to give.

She was surprised it had taken her this long to figure it out, too. She’d known
she’d
liked
being
watched by him, but she’d just now come to realize how deeply that worked both ways.

“If you think,” she began, almost breathless, “your friend Carter would be interested, why don’t you invite him over?”

Predictably, he flashed another of those dark smiles. “Are you sure?”

She nodded vigorously. “I mean, if
you
are. I know we planned a night alone.”

He looked speculative for a moment, then laughed. “We’ll have time for other nights alone. But if you’re in the mood for a double dip, sweetheart, well then, I’m your ice-cream man.”

Chapter Six

Diana had no idea what exactly Marc told Carter on the phone, but when he showed up at the door in a clean t-shirt and shorts, his hair still damp from the shower, his eyes pinned her in place immediately. His gaze said he knew what he was here for, that Marc hadn’t been subtle.

She sat on Marc’s sofa, one leg curled under her. Carter joined her there as Marc opened another bottle of wine and retrieved an additional glass from the kitchen. By the time Carter took the stemmed glass from Marc’s hand, Diana was feeling anxious to get know Carter a little better. “Maine, huh?” she asked.

He smiled. “It’s a world away from Vegas.”

“I’m starting to think
anyplace
is a world away from Vegas,” she replied with a laugh. “There’s something in the air here, some aura of…”

“Excitement?” Marc asked, eyebrows raised.

She nodded. “Something about being here makes me feel like I can do anything, like there aren’t any rules.”

Marc grinned. “There aren’t.”

She looked to Carter, half-smiling. Wine and anticipation was turning her giddy and sexy and uninhibited. “What do
you
like about Las Vegas, Carter?”

He chuckled easily. “I might complain about the heat, but I don’t miss the cold winters. And I think there’s a feeling of…” He looked thoughtful, and she immediately decided there was more to him than just a lot of hard, sexy muscle. “A feeling of possibility here,” he said. “A lot of people come here when they need a new start. The city swallows some of them whole and spits them back out. But other people find exactly what they need.”

“Which is?” she asked, intrigued.

“Freedom, I guess.”

She laughed.

Carter arched his eyebrows, wearing a small grin. “Something funny about that?”

“I was just thinking that before I got here, I thought I knew about being free—but I’m finding a whole new kind of freedom I never even thought about before.” She glanced at Marc and they exchanged a smile as her pussy spasmed softly beneath her skirt.

Her breasts felt heavy, needful, and she was ready to pursue more of this Sin City freedom she’d found. “So, have you two ever done this together before?”

Marc cast a slightly surprised smile, as if he wondered exactly how bold she would be. “Done what before, sweetheart?”

She ran her tongue sensuously across her upper lip before answering. “Shared a woman.”

Both guys laughed. “Truth?” Marc asked.

“Of course.” She took a sip of her wine as Marc settled into an easy chair a few feet away.

Marc glanced at Carter, then at her. “We’ve talked about it. Always thought we might have a three-way with Carter’s old girlfriend. But…” Marc laughed, “…Carter was afraid he’d regret it, be too jealous.”

“I was…you know…pretty serious about her,” Carter said.

She nodded in understanding.

“So…no, sweetheart. You’re the first.”

She smiled. “Good.”

Fortunately, just being around the two men made Diana forget the worries and emotions she’d been experiencing a few minutes earlier. Her pussy was hot and her breasts achy, and she was feeling aggressive and very ready to proceed. Marc’s eyes
made
her ready. She so wanted to thrill him as she had last night.

Crossing her arms over her waist, she peeled her top off over her head, revealing a bra of pale pink lace that just barely held her breasts in at the prettily scalloped edges.

Marc grinned. “Adrianna’s ‘Delicate and Dainty’ Collection.”

She nodded.

“You wear it well, sweetheart.”

Marc left his chair and moved in, hovering over her. Bracing his hands on the back of the sofa on either side of her, he lowered a hot, lingering kiss to her hungry mouth, then one small kiss to the high curve of her right breast, and the left, before sinking to his knees between her legs. Without hesitation, he reached up under her skirt and found the elastic band to her matching thong. She lifted her ass slightly, allowing him to peel it down, down, down. Her pussy felt positively free and wild beneath the thin little skirt.

Tossing her panties aside, Marc was back at her thighs, running his strong hands up under the skirt again, this time cupping her ass, and lifting the skirt high enough around her hips to reveal her aching cunt. “So fucking pretty,” he said. “I keep forgetting. Then I see it and go wild inside.” With that, he sank his tongue into her slit and she let out a hot little cry, parting her legs. She began to utter a series of breathy moans as he ate her, glancing over to Carter, whose eyes met hers in between watching Marc mouth her naked pussy.

“Come here,” she said to Carter, opening her arms to him. The easy invitation was all it took to bring him across the length of the couch, shucking his t-shirt on the way. His kiss was surprisingly gentle for a man so big and muscular, and Diana let her arms fall around his broad shoulders. She buried one hand in his mane of thick, dark hair and used the other to explore his sinewy back, arms, and chest in a sensuous caress. Below, Marc continued to lick her where she was the most needy and hot as she undulated her hips against his generous mouth.

Carter’s hands found her breasts, squeezing, kneading, then quickly lowering the cups of the bra to free her. He groaned at the sight, before taking one stiffened nipple into his mouth.

Her breath was ragged watching him suckle her breast while Marc simultaneously sucked her clit between his lips. “Oh yes, oh yes,” she whispered between small moans of delight.

Carter moved from one breast to the other, sucking, licking and mouthing them in an almost leisurely fashion that pleasured her sensitive nipples beyond belief.

After a blissfully long interlude, they all shifted to a new position, letting Diana guide them. “Carter, will you lick my pussy now?” she asked him sweetly.

“Anything you want.” His earnest reply let her know he was sincerely interested in their mutual pleasure, not just his own.

“And
you
,” she said softly to Marc as she stretched out on the couch, “bring me that big hard cock. Right here.” She pointed to her open mouth and Marc practically growled as he ripped his shirt off over his head, revealing a tan, muscled chest before hurriedly opening his pants. Diana loved the way his cock popped free—it had clearly been tightly constrained and was anxious for some attention.