Reckless by Lizbeth Dusseau
Reckless with his work and reckless with his women, he's the kind of man no woman should fall for. Reporter Tad Stone is the last man straight-laced news director, Kelly London, wants on her staff. But he's also the best investigative reporter around. When the two team up to crack a drug ring with connections to the porn business, the sparks are bound to fly, especially when the arrogant scoundrel Tad devises a plan for Kelly to inflitrate a topless nightclub as a waitress. Just to prove she can do it Kelly goes along with the scheme only to find that her sexual juices are getting stirred up in ways she never imagined. The roguish Tad intends to take full advantage of the situation, and a nasty war between the two is bound to ignite! But that's hardly the end of it.
While Tad's brand of sexual adventure shocks the naive Kelly, he leaves her body sexually sated and she only wants more. In back alleys, brothels and sleazy night clubs their passion rides high one minute and threaten to crash the next. A sizzling hot story that includes spanking, some bondage, and semi-public sexual encounters.
Kelly London managed to keep thoughts of Tad Stone out of her mind the remainder of the day — more by force of will than anything else. But as she drove to her apartment, she couldn’t keep her mind off their first confrontation. To her dismay, he was already lodged in her brain cells and her groin, stimulating every nerve ending in her body as surely as if he was there between her legs with his mouth moving on her naked pubis. At home that night, her only salvation was to think of him, and let her mind wander to every tantalizing feature of his virile body. Maybe this way she could purge herself of the thought of him and maintain her composure in his presence.
She thought of him while she stood before her dressing mirror, unbuttoning the filmy white blouse. It billowed for just a minute with the breeze blowing in the window. Dropping like a white sail to the floor, she stared at what remained, her torso clothed in nothing but the soft pink bra that cupped her breasts and made her natural cleavage more remarkable. The little shimmy of her flesh made her imagine what it would feel like to have Tad Stone’s hands touching her there. She touched herself, pulling a pink nipple from the pink bra and pinching it between her fingers. The little twinge of pain involved made her wince, made her think that Tad would pinch it harder until it really hurt. She’d like that.
Her hands behind her back found the bra clasp and freed her of the constraining garment, breasts swinging before her eyes. Both nipples were hard. Cupping one breast, she leaned down and licked the surface. As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, she imagined Tad behind her, removing his shirt, his tanned chest against her skin, his groin attached to hers from the rear, his dick pulsing so she could feel it in her bottom. They’d dance a little. His hands would be clinging to her breasts, squeezing them. And then because her body demanded it, she’d loose the button on her skirt and let that drop too. Tad’s hands would be inside the brief bikinis, one grasping her neatly shaved mound. He’d be the kind of man to tug at her silky hair, and take his middle finger deep between her labia.
Kelly, mimicking the moves, discarded her skirt and panties on the floor. One hand at her crotch accomplished all that she imagined Tad Stone would do. He would never like sex pretty. He’d bend her over the back of the chair and enter her from behind, grab her tits and slap her ass. She slapped her own breasts while thinking Tad’s larger hand would make a better impact. She slapped herself till she could feel a sting, then returned to her pubis and the pleasure growing there.
She might have orgasmed a moment later to the thought of his erection moving inside her. But the fantasy disappeared with one quick glance toward the door and the eyes of her boyfriend staring intently at her show.
“Must have been missing me, huh?” he said as he moved forward, removing his tie and pulling his shirt from his pants.
“You’re back early,” she said in a breathless voice.
“Is that bad? Or would you rather have sex with yourself?” She was a little annoyed with the interruption, but she covered quickly, helping Gray Morgan to strip off his pants. And those on the floor, she pulled him to the bed.
“Hey, I liked that little dance you were doing. Maybe we could just fuck right there,” he protested.
“Ah, but I want you really deep, darling,” she purred.
He liked the animal in her climbing out of her well carved image of self control. With his erection ready, he entered her sopping puss and began to thrust. He could feel a little orgasm in her right away, and then another building more slowly while his got started. They climaxed almost simultaneously, though hers lasted longer. A dozen spasms must have pulsed through her body making her inner muscles clench tight around his cock.