A Gentleman in the Street by Alisha Rai

Akira’s date would stop this madness. Order Jacob out. Or better yet, leave himself.
    But there was nothing but amusement in the blue eyes meeting Jacob’s. Elegant and lean, with a perfectly formed face, the man looked like a male model. Dismissing him quickly, the man returned to burying his face in those magnificent breasts.
    No help from that quarter.
    A drop of sweat rolled down Jacob’s temple. He ought to be outraged. Or disgusted. Maybe writhing with jealousy. His cock shouldn’t be so hard it ached as he watched another man suck on the woman he lusted after. It shouldn’t grow harder at the thought of watching the other man fuck the woman he wanted to fuck.
    Shameless. That’s what she made him.
    It was the only explanation for why he stepped inside.
    He relished the flash of confusion and surprise on her face as the door clicked shut behind him. What did she think, he would become flustered and run away? Actually, given his track record, that wasn’t a crazy expectation.
    Running wasn’t an option when it meant he’d be missing the sight of Akira’s nipples hardening and tightening as someone else toyed with them.
    “Fine, then,” she breathed, recovering from her shock. “Stay. Remy and I don’t mind, do you, darling?”
    The man—Remy, what kind of fucking name was that?—bit down on her nipple and tugged so the flesh was even more elongated. He released her when Akira gave a sharp cry and trailed his lips up to her neck. He groaned into the skin there. “I don’t care if this place burns down, as long as I don’t have to stop.”
    Akira stroked a forefinger over her nipple, wet from Remy’s saliva. Jacob clenched his hands into fists and leaned against the door, striving to appear nonchalant when the reality was he couldn’t support his own weight.
    “No need to stop. Right, Jacob?”
    He was barely capable of shaking his head, once.
    Akira stretched and gripped the shelf above her, the movement lifting her breasts and arching her back.
    “What do you want?” Remy asked her. He licked her ear. Her dress pooled over his arm as he slid his hand farther up her thigh, the red a harsh contrast to his black jacket.
    She arched her back. Showing off. “Since Jacob’s the guest, he should get to pick.”
    Jacob jerked. What?
    Remy’s chuckle was low. “Fine by me.” The dull light shone on his shaved head as he glanced at Jacob again. “What do you want me to do to her?” His hand moved down her leg, his fingers hooked in a scrap of black lace.
    “I can suck Remy off. Or he can eat me.” A sly smile crossed her beautiful face, and he wondered if she was remembering the moment Jacob had slipped his tongue inside her sweet cunt.
    He wet his lips. His palm made contact with the doorknob behind him, hesitated there, as she continued in a whisper. “Or he can fuck me while you watch.”
    Jacob’s hand fell away from the knob. He was barely conscious of taking the six steps separating them, until he was close enough to Akira to count each breath she took. Close enough to Remy to see the droplet of sweat trickling down the man’s neck and the thick outline of his cock against his tuxedo pants.
    “What do you want, Jacob?” she murmured, challenge in every word.
    He lifted his hand, unsurprised to find it shaking, and touched his fingertip to her cheek. What did he want?
    Everything.
    “Fuck her.” The words were so guttural, it hurt when he uttered them.
    Akira’s mouth parted in a wordless exhale of air. Because he was watching her, Jacob caught the subtle nod she gave Remy. Distantly, he was aware of the other man moving—the rasp of a zipper, the crinkling foil of a condom being opened—but Jacob’s eyes were on Akira and the flush coating her face and skin.
    He had missed this, when he’d taken her roughly with his mouth on her office floor. He wanted to press the pause button and catalogue every single sign of her arousal, from her dilated eyes to the way her toes curled in sexy