Page 39 of Wicked Rush

“Like you, I can’t promise anything after I get what I need. But for tonight, I’ll stay with you.”

“One more thing, little fox. No holds barred, you understand?”

“How do you mean?”

“The things I do? Pushing limits. This isn’t something I do for fun. It’s how I live. Day in, day out, there’s an adventure waiting.” He sucked her finger into his mouth then released it, teasing his tongue over its tip. “When it comes to sex, I’m not looking for vanilla. This is only the beginning.”

Braelynn took a deep breath, closing her eyes and opening them. As his fingers threaded into her hair, she lost herself in his mesmerizing gaze. She knew what he meant. Lars Elliott sought to splay her open, revealing her darkest desires. Eventually, he’d break her down, she knew, but the thrill of exploring her sexuality within the safety of his arms proved to be too great of a temptation.

“I know you don’t want the police involved, and I told you I wouldn’t, but if push comes to shove, they are always an option. I can tell you this. I’m sure as hell not going to leave you here in this condo by yourself. Not after what he did to you.” Lars’ demeanor turned serious as he spoke deliberately and slowly. “And Brae, if at the end of this weekend, you’re still lying to me, if you can’t open to me, maybe it’s best that you leave.”

“I don’t want to leave,” she replied, ignoring the heart of the issue. He still wanted answers, would not abandon discovering her clandestine activities.

“As for us. This pure sexual rush? Let’s make some memories and see how far we can take it,” he suggested, his lips closing in on hers.

Braelynn trembled as her mind spun with the possibilities. Demanding, he’d test her limits, and she suspected would bring her to the precipice of rapture.

“So what’s it going to be, Doctor?” His mouth brushed over hers, and she sighed in arousal.

“Yes.” Braelynn’s heart pounded as she committed to his proposal. With danger and death looming in the distance, she no longer wished to fight alone. She might not be able to fully disclose her mission, but she sure as hell would accept his help.

Gravitation to the charismatic CEO was impossible to resist. She closed her eyes and submitted to his devastating kiss. Nothing would ever be the same again nor did she want it to be. Lars had already commanded her body, challenged her mind. He was transforming her life. Whether he became her savior or her greatest vice, she was helpless to stop his influence. The loss at the end of the weekend would bring her to her knees, she knew. Yet she hopelessly craved his touch. Giving in to her hunger, she hoped like hell she’d survive.

The masculine scent of Lars fresh in her mind, Braelynn smiled as she finished dressing for the party. Lars explained that he had a commitment that he wanted her to attend. She’d reluctantly agreed not to attempt to go back to Bart-Aqua until tomorrow. Then they’d made love one more time before leaving her house. Exhausted, she’d fallen asleep on the drive back to his home.

She glanced in the mirror. Her wild curls spilled over her tanned shoulders. The sexy fitted cami exposed a hint of cleavage, her mini-skirt flowing with the sway of her hips. She slipped into a pair of canvas wedge sandals, and took one last look at herself before leaving the bedroom.

Braelynn’s heart bloomed as she walked down the hallway. It wasn’t as if she’d completely dismissed the inordinate amount of danger she was in or the task that remained, but even if it were for just one night, she was determined to enjoy every second with Lars. She accepted the reality, that he’d never choose to stand by her if he found out what she’d been accused of doing. But leaving San Diego hadn’t been an empty statement. By Sunday night, it was likely she’d be on a plane halfway across the country.

As she turned into the hallway, the sound of a woman’s voice stopped her in her tracks. Arguing filtered throughout the contemporary home, and jealousy took root as she wondered who it was. Braelynn attempted to bury the ugly emotion, yet the nagging thought persisted. She considered spinning on her heels and retreating to the bedroom. But with her curiosity spiked, she padded quietly toward the staircase.

As she descended, the loud squabble evolved into whispers, and she took sight of a gorgeous red-haired woman standing in the foyer. Her long tresses were perfectly curled as if she’d come straight from the beauty salon. Impeccably manicured peach fingernails matched her skin-tight bandage dress. She tottered on ridiculously high fuck-me shoes that left scuff marks on the floor. With her hands planted on Lars’ chest, she leaned forward, whispering into his ear.

“Lars, I’m ready,” Braelynn announced. She delighted in the expression of surprise they both wore as she strode over to them. Fuck her, Braelynn thought to herself. Lars may not be mine forever, but for this weekend, he is.

“Brae, I…this is…this is…” Lars stuttered, backing away from the ginger beauty. A broad smile replaced shock as his eyes painted over Braelynn. “…Jesus, you look beautiful.”

Braelynn didn’t hesitate, asserting her dominance. Strong and confident, she never took her eyes off Lars as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Pressing up onto her toes, she kissed him, taking command in the way he’d done to her. As if they were the only two people in the room, he cupped his hands to her cheeks, gently sweeping his tongue against hers. Braelynn had almost forgotten about the woman, but as he slowly withdrew, she heard screeching. Never backing away, Braelynn remained at his side with her arm around him.

“Who the hell is this?” Red demanded.

“Sorry, this is…” Lars began.

“I’m Braelynn,” she interrupted, giving her an icy smile. Braelynn glanced up to Lars, softening her expression. “Hey baby, would you like me to take Sasha outside while you finish things up with…” Braelynn glared at the seething girl, and grinned sweetly up at him, “her?”

“Um, yeah, that would be great,” he responded with a small laugh.

Braelynn turned into his embrace and kissed him briefly on his lips. She reached downward, cupping his ass and he chuckled in response.

“Do hurry, baby. We don’t want to be late.” She winked, and released him. Giving a brief, cold glare to the redheaded Barbie, Braelynn strode out of the room, calling Sasha’s name. The sweet puppy rushed to her side, and she turned her head, catching Lars smiling as she walked into the kitchen.

By the time she reached the patio, a fine sheen broke across her forehead, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She couldn’t see straight as the irrational green-eyed fervor coursed through her veins. Get your shit together, Brae. Reason told her to calm down. Screwing him a couple of times hardly qualified him as belonging to her. Yet, knowing they’d committed to the rest of the weekend, there was no fucking way she was letting that plastic bitch put her hands on him.

“Jesus Christ, Braelynn…deep breaths, deep breaths,” she repeated, rolling her eyes at her own behavior. Lars would confront her, she knew. He’d already told her that he dated other women, and Red was most likely one out of a hundred bimbos waiting to sink their claws into him.

Momentarily distracted, Braelynn gave a small giggle, watching Sasha run circles in the yard, chasing a leaf dancing in the wind. But as her focus went back to her own behavior, she broke into laughter. Whether a nervous release or simply unable to come to terms with her feelings, she couldn’t control it. Lars’ voice sounded behind her and her amusement immediately waned. Anticipating his reaction to what she’d done, she cringed, yet was unable to wipe the grin from her face.

“Doctor,” he called to her.