He blinked fast.
I leaned forward.
His shoulders strained away from me, but the nice bulge that rubbed against my thigh was thick and eager. “Anything satisfying has to be bought at auction after a long fight, or it takes lots of planning and money to build. There’s haggling and wheeling and dealing. That’s something worth having.”
“Sounds exhausting,” he whispered.
“No, endless meetings over ho-hum, sure and steady stock futures are exhausting. Signing a deal to dismantle a fifteen-billion-dollar company is like jumping off a cliff with a parachute you didn’t check beforehand. It’s life or death. It’s... it’s fuckin’ bliss.”
“So, I’m like stock futures?”
My lips quirked even though I wanted to maintain my badass image. “Why’s that?”
“You didn’t have to haggle over me at all.”
“That’s not what I’m doing right now?” I shifted my weight and put pressure on him.
He turned his head away, so subtly I wouldn’t have noticed it if every bit of my focus wasn’t tuned into him, and then I felt him bump his hips against me, slightly nudging his bulge more firmly against my thigh. I dug my fingers into his waist and strained my muscles to move us toward the nearby pool edge. He gasped and clutched at my shoulders, tried to kick, but I’d caught him off guard. I pressed his back against the wall and the ledge bit into his shoulders. He shoved hard at my chest before I slipped my thigh between his legs and leaned my weight forward. He moaned and his head dropped back as I purposefully rubbed against his crotch.
“You know what I’m going to do?”
He shook his head, eyes slitted with what I hoped was pleasure. He pushed himself against my leg and his lips parted at the slow slide of his groin. The hot stamp of his arousal made me want to see him naked, spread him out and fuck him rough and fast. I liked that he wanted me even though he had every reason to hate me, but Ididn’tlike that he was using me to feel good without permission. I needed to own everything about him, from his pleasure to his pain and his every waking moment.
“No one can stand what I want long-term, do you understand? And I wanted you, so I planned to get you, and now I have you.” I slid my hand down his chest and over his flat, sweet abs. He had some muscle but was slim, exactly what I was looking for.
He gasped when I cupped his cock. I liked being naked and feeling myself lengthen and fill out in the water, where there was no gravity. I bumped against his hip and rocked there, relishing the hot bolt of warmth that slid through my groin and lingered in my stomach. I rubbed at his bulge until I could feel the curved length of him going to the left, trapped under the swimwear. I traced my thumb along the material pushed out by the head of his cock, and he whimpered, going on tiptoe to try to chase my caress when I brought my hand back up to his hip. I grasped him and held him still as I leaned forward, resting my chest against his, and then rubbed my thigh between his legs again. He tried to arch his back, but I shoved him flat against the wall so he would have to rely on me for whatever relief he got.
“I knew you’d be good. Bless your heart, you’re enthusiastic, aren’t you?” I laughed when he went still and glared at me, his face a delicious cranberry red. The sun got in his eyes and he squinted, but I could tell he was furious.
Someone clacking across the tiles surrounding the pool in hard-soled shoes caught my attention. I turned my head to see Antoine, my personal assistant, staring at an iPad in his hands, but disapproval was firmly on his face. Midforties and perpetually well-dressed, Antoine wore a Dior suit and had his blond hair shellacked into place with a ferocious devotion to tidiness I would never fully understand.
“You have an online meeting with Hong Kong in five minutes,” he said crisply. I expected him to go, but he didn’t, and Noah pushed against my chest.
“There’s someone out here,” he whispered frantically to me, as if I hadn’t heard.
Shrugging, I pinned him in place with my knee and chest and used both hands to push down the front of his swim briefs. He shoved against my chest again, but stopped and gasped like he was drowning with his head above water when I got him in my hand. I stared greedily at his embarrassed, flushed face as I took a healthy hold on a nice-sized cock. When I glanced down and sighed at what I could see of him through the golden slivers of sunlight, my mouth watered. I thought about picking him up and plopping him on the side of the pool to bring him off while he fought with his anxiety over being watched, but I didn’t trust him not to run away... yet. In time I’d get him trained and be able to play with him however I wanted. That was a fuckin’de-lightful thought.
Carefully I met his eyes and stroked his cock while his chest hitched and he squirmed.
“Antoine, can you show me today’s stock report? I need to look it over before I get on the horn.”
“Please don’t,” Noah mumbled, but his head was tipped back against the sharp corner of the pool, and I mercilessly teased the head of his cock with the thumb of my left hand while I slowly jerked him off with my right.
There was a heartfelt sigh nearby and Antoine muttered something about demanding a bonus I barely heard, but I laughed. “Yes, whatever. I want to see today’s numbers.”
Antoine had been around me for a while, so he was very skilled at pretending he didn’t notice what was going on as he came and knelt near the pool. He gave me a prudish tilt of his head in the opposite direction from my antics and held out the iPad toward me. I didn’t look at the screen but spent my time staring directly at the mortified blush—somehow an even deeper shade than he’d already turned—that crept into Noah’s cheeks. His hips strained and he bit his plush bottom lip. I wanted to taste that, wanted to kiss him, but not yet. I wanted to save that softness for later, wanted him begging me for something sweet after he was tired from me torturing him.
“Scroll for me,” I said.
Antoine’s nostrils flared. I happened to know he wasn’t gay—just inconveniently moral—but I didn’t mind. I enjoyed his discomfort almost as much as I liked the way Noah twitched under my hands. I sped up my strokes and leaned down to suck on Noah’s earlobe. When I popped off the juicy little piece of flesh, I whispered, “You’re going to blow your wad right now, and Antoine’s going to know how you love coming for me, even though you haven’t been here for an hour. He’s going to think you’re a rich little fuckboy and that you’ll let anyone with two cents to rub together have you.” I toyed with the head of Noah’s cock again, and he shuddered and moaned.
“No, I’ll think my employer is a disgusting pig,” Antoine said nonchalantly and rose. “I’m going back to your office.”
“Wait,” I said fiercely.
Antoine stopped, his shoulders stiff, but stared at his shoes, and his irritation had me excited. I leaned down and bit the curve of Noah’s neck, and he arched against me, crying out while grabbing at my biceps. His orgasm had his eyes rolling back, and I half wished we weren’t in the pool because his spunk didn’t spray this way. He shivered and shook, his body trembling like tiny electric shocks were speeding through him. I slowed the pace of my hand until I was barely touching him as he gasped and fought for breath.
“I’ll meet you—”
