Grounded (Up in the Air, #3)(51)

I purred. My hand curled into the lapels of his suit jacket, gripping desperately.

He snaked one hand up into my hair, gripping it then pulling it sharply enough to elicit one involuntary little moan. He pulled back just far enough to breathe against my mouth. “You’re in the mood to get f*cked against a wall tonight, aren’t you?”

He was kissing me again before I could respond, the hand on my ass moving to the back of my thigh, hitching it up so that he could grind right into me.

He stopped abruptly, pulling back but not away.

My hips twisted against him before I registered that we weren’t alone. Oh yeah. We’d never been alone. We were in a club.

He pulled back, grabbed my hand, and began to pull me.

“We’ll be right back,” he called out to Stephan. “We’re just going to go have a chat.”

I didn’t look at Stephan, didn’t hear him respond. I was lost in a sensual haze, just putting one foot in front of the other, following him blindly. James had said something about f*cking me against a wall. Yes. That sounded perfect.

He led me out of the VIP lounge, down a long red hallway, and then another. He pulled me into a large office. There was a man behind the desk, typing on a computer. He looked startled at our entrance.

“Give us privacy,” James told him, his voice sharp.

The man beat a hasty retreat.

James shut and locked the door behind him. Handy that, a lock.

He started loosening his tie. When it was untied, he hooked a finger into the hoop at my neck. He pushed my back to the wall. Or rather, the door.

He reached above my head and I looked up. There was a coat hanger above me, hooked over the top of the tall door. James was tying his tie to it with swift, sure motions. He pulled my arms up and together, wrapping the tie around them, tying more swift knots around my wrists. This took longer, and I watched those skillful hands with rapt attention.

“This is going to get loud, Bianca. I’m going to f*ck you so hard that you scream my name. And you are going to scream so loudly that nobody will doubt just why you’re screaming. Would you like to tell me what you and Roger were talking about before I’m inside of you? Or will this be a mid-f*ck confession?”

I just shook my head again.

He smiled a very troublesome smile. Mr. Cavendish was about to take the reins.

He worked on his own clothing first, pulling his shirt out of his pants, then unbuttoning and spreading his slacks open. He pulled that delicious cock out slowly, tauntingly. He stroked himself while he watched me.

He pulled the strapless side of my dress down, saw that I was wearing a strapless bra, and yanked that down too. He bent slightly and began to suck hard at my nipple while he slid his hands up my skirt and slipped my panties off.

He straightened very slowly when he finished, leaning into me, pushing my leg up, and thrusting into me hard with that same motion. I watched him and I saw his cold smile when he elicited a sharp little gasp out of me.

He pounded into me so hard and fast that it did wrench a little scream out of me. A scream that formed into a very long version of the word James. I was on that fine edge when he yanked out, his eyes intense and angry on mine.

“Tell me what you and Roger talked about, Bianca,” he ordered.

It took me long moments to gain any semblance of coherency. When I did, a spark of anger shot through me.

“You can’t use sex to control me, James. You shouldn’t play with my heart like that.”

He laughed. It was sinister. “Oh Love, it’s not your heart I’m playing with. And I’ll play with your body whenever I damn well please.”

He moved back against me and then he was driving roughly into me again. “Don’t even think about letting yourself come,” he murmured to me in an almost offhanded way. He jackhammered into me, so hard and so fast, again and again, for long moments before wrenching out of me again. I made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a scream of distress when he pulled out.

He touched my bottom lip softly with an index finger. “Tell me, Bianca. Tell me what you talked about with Roger.”

“You’re being a bastard,” I told him after a while. He just smiled that sinister smile and stroked my lips with his finger. “A sadistic bastard.”

He laughed. “Yes. I am that. Just tell me what you talked about, Bianca. Before this gets out of hand.”

We had a long, silent standoff before I caved. I did it because I’d realized that it wasn’t really that important, and because I didn’t want to see how far he would go to prove a point just then.

“We talked about you, James. About your past, about your promiscuity, your…preferences. I think he just wanted to know what I knew. He seemed to think that you’d kept me in the dark about it all. I got the sense that he was afraid that something about your past was about to be leaked, and that it was something that would drive me away. Why did he think that, James? What’s going on?”

He cursed fluently. “Goddamn Roger. It’s nothing, Bianca. It’s being taken care of. Someone was threatening to be…indiscreet about some of my exploits. I’m handling it. I’ve been agitated because I’ve been trying to distance myself from my past, to clean up my image, if you will, for your sake, for the sake of our future, and this leak would have the opposite effect. But as I said, I’m handling it. Thank you for answering my question.”