One Night of Trouble by Elle Kennedy Page A

on her core only fueled her arousal.
    When she rubbed her clit with her index finger, he growled again. “Christ. That’s it…touch yourself.”
    Her knees parted as she slipped one finger inside, and his eyes burned with lust.
    “I bet you wish it was your finger inside me right now, don’t you?” She grinned. “Do you want me to tell you how wet I am?”
    “I can see how wet you are,” he rumbled, tracking the movements of her hand. There was no mistaking the moisture shining on her finger.
    Another surge of feminine power coursed through her. Whoa. He was looking at her like she was a treasure chest and he held the map to unlocking it. His erection pulsed and twitched against her hand, but rather than give it what it craved, she let go altogether.
    With one finger lodged inside her, she used her other hand to tend to her clit.
    Oh crap. She was getting close.
    “Don’t,” he commanded when he noticed her trembling. “You’re not allowed to come. Not until you’re sitting on my dick.”
    “Wow. Still issuing orders even when you’re tied up. You’ve got some balls.”
    He glanced at his crotch, smug and unashamed. “Yup. Big ones. How about you put your mouth on them again?”
    Brett smothered a laugh. “Maybe later.”
    She eased the pressure of her fingers, lightly stroking herself. God, she wanted him inside her. It was all she’d been thinking about ever since he’d ordered her to leave last night.
    When she was no longer convinced she could stop her impending orgasm, she withdrew her fingers and reached for him again. Her hand was slippery from her arousal, making it easy to glide her fist up and down his shaft.
    AJ took one look at his glistening erection—and lost it.
    “No more.” The desperate words ripped out of his throat. “Get up here and ride me, or I’ll break this goddamn bed to splinters trying to get loose.”
    It would have been fun to torment him a bit longer, but her patience had disappeared like a puff of smoke. Brett left the bed only to find a condom, then climbed back on his lap and hurriedly rolled the latex over his shaft.
    Rather than guide him inside her, she leaned forward so one nipple brushed his lips. AJ sucked without hesitation, his eager tongue lashing the rigid bud as he drew it deep in his mouth. Lord, even tied up, the man was fully capable of setting her body on fire, and as a sizzle of electricity zinged from her nipple to her core, Brett had no illusions about who was in charge.
    He might be on his back, but AJ Walsh was in complete control. He had been from the start.
    Her nipple was still in his mouth when she impaled herself on him, and the wild groan he let out vibrated in her breasts and sent shivers up her spine.
    “Sweet Jesus, Brett. Fuck me. Now .”
    She couldn’t have denied him even if she’d wanted to. Her body moved of its own volition, grinding against him in a frantic rhythm.
    AJ lasted four strokes.
    She lasted five.
    The orgasm was unlike any she’d ever experienced. It tingled in her fingers and toes, rippled through her body, burned in her blood like jet fuel. It was too much. Too damn much. She collapsed on top of him, convulsing violently through the onslaught of ecstasy.
    When she opened her eyes, AJ was grinning up at her. “Say it,” he ordered.
    She struggled to catch her breath. “Say what?”
    “That I was right. That the anticipation was worth it.”
    As her lower body quivered from the aftershocks of her orgasm, she responded in a grudging tone. “It was worth it.”
    “Good.” The grin never left his face. “Now untie me so we can do that again.”
    …
    When AJ entered his office several hours later, he found both his partners waiting there for him. Sprawled in the visitors’ chairs by his desk and fiddling on their respective phones, as if they’d been killing time until he showed up.
    AJ looked from Reed to Gage, bewildered. “What’s up?”
    Reed shot him a duh look. “Weekly meeting. Remember?”
    Crap.