Hot in the City 2: Sin City by Lacey Alexander

half-growling.
    “Mmm, good,” she purred.
    Marc delivered almost-painful-now mini-thrusts, aware both guys were stroking their cocks behind him, getting close. It seemed a safe enough time for him to ram back into her, fuck her hard. He did, and she cried out, arching her back.
    He pounded into her fast and furious, gave her everything he had, and when he finally heard his friends let out the moans that came with orgasm, first Dan, then Craig, he finally let himself go inside her, moaning his last.

Chapter Four
     
    Marc barely slept that night. He was too keyed up by the wild evening he’d spent with Diana. First, they’d dropped Dan and Craig at the Brookner office downtown so they could pick up their cars, after which he’d instructed the driver—a guy in his thirties who had surely heard the racket and known exactly what was happening—to take them to the Venetian.
    Sitting in the back of the limo, he’d kissed Diana with all the passion he had left inside him after spending so damn much of it through the evening. “Well,” he’d said softly, his hands buried in her hair, “looks like you found that sin you were looking for.”
    She’d misunderstood his intent. “Did I just…mess things up with you by doing what I did tonight? Make you…not like me as much as before? Do you think I’m a slut?”
    “God, no, sweetheart,” he whispered. The truth was, before tonight, he’d liked her—a lot. Now…he was crazy about her. “I loved what you did tonight. And I love how sexually free you are. I promise.”
    She peered up into his eyes. “I did it mostly because I wanted to please you .”
    He knew that. She’d asked him before she’d done it, of course, but he’d also somehow sensed that it had more to do with him than with Dan and Craig. “And I love that.”
    Stepping out of the car with her, he’d kissed her once more and watched her walk away, into the hotel, in that sexy dress, thinking how much more sexy she was underneath it.
    Now, it was morning, and he feared it would be strange to see her in the office. What if she had regrets? What if fooling around with all three of them had seemed fun at the time because she was in Las Vegas and had been drinking and had just seen a very arousing show, but she had awakened thinking, What the hell did I do? He’d known girls before—back in college and even since then—who’d let themselves get wild when they’d been drinking or high, but who felt used and ashamed the next day.
    And to think they had to walk into the corporate offices of Adrianna, Inc. this morning and go straight to work like nothing had happened.
    He was passing through the crisp, contemporary lobby when she stepped off the elevator, looking exactly like the professional woman on the website—but also somehow like the hot, sexy vixen he’d partied with so decadently just hours ago.
    Like him, she was a little early, so Holly wasn’t at her desk yet, and they were alone. He closed the distance between them.
    When he spoke, his voice came low and was filled with earnest concern. “How are you?”
    “I’m fine,” she said with a confident smile.
    He blinked, then grabbed her arm and pulled her into the stairwell next to the elevators, where no one would happen upon them.
    She seemed surprised, peering up at him with expectant eyes.
    “No, I mean— how are you ? How are you really ? After last night?”
    She tilted her head and gave an indulgent smile. “Well, my pussy is a little sore, but other than that, I’m completely fine. Did you think I’d have regrets or something?”
    He let out a quick sigh. “Well, I thought you might. I mean…you said you’d never done anything like that before.”
    She spoke matter-of-factly. “No. But I thoroughly enjoyed it.”
    Okay, so he was being an idiot here. Worrying needlessly over this woman who he…well, who he…damn it, just as he’d realized upon parting with her last night, he was pretty damn wild about her. He let a