"I'll bet you say that to all the girls."
His incredible dark eyes held her captive. "I'm saying it to you."
She couldn't stop herself from taking what he was offering, even though she knew she would pay for it with her heart.
"You taste like sugar," he murmured against her lips, threading his fingers through her hair, "and coffee beans."
She plunged her tongue into his mouth and kissed him like she'd been wanting to by the elevator, in the office, in the front seat of his car. Dominic was a drug she couldn't resist. His kisses swamped her senses and his hands on her br**sts—oh, God, she loved the way he rubbed his thumbs over her aching ni**les—sent her reeling straight toward ecstasy.
Every time he kissed her, every time he touched her, he gave her such incredible pleasure. More than anything, she wanted to make him feel as good as he'd made her feel.
She wanted to go down on him and feel his erection hot and heavy in her hands, the smooth head of his penis against her lips. She wanted to taste his arousal on her tongue. Her excitement level ratcheted up another notch as she deepened their kiss. She pulled away, slowly running her hands over his shoulders, down his hard, muscled chest, stopping at the waistband of his jeans.
She undid the top button with steady fingers, feeling incredibly powerful as she dropped to her knees between his legs.
He groaned so softly she barely registered the sound.
"Melissa," he gritted out, his jaw clenched in an obvious attempt at self-control, "you don't have to do this."
She unzipped his pants. "I want to, Dominic. I want to touch you."
His erection jutted out at her even from the confines of his navy boxer shorts. She ran one finger down his hard length and his thick shaft twitched in response.
"I want to taste you," she said, bringing her mouth down onto his fabric-covered shaft. His c**k was so warm. So hard. So big.
Greedily, she wanted him inside her, just like last night in the restaurant, when she'd ridden him with no inhibitions. But taking him into her mouth and down her throat was no hardship, either.
Dominic looked down at Melissa's naughty smile as she contemplated his c**k and wondered how the hell he'd gotten so lucky. When he'd headed to the McKnight Agency that morning, he hadn't thought much beyond seeing her again.
And now, sweet lord, she was on the verge of throating him. He gripped the sides of the chair as she wrapped both hands around his hard-on. He closed his eyes to try to get a grip, but it was impossible to shut down the mind-blowing image of his c**k in her soft hands, her mouth less than an inch from the tip. Then her tongue lightly swept over him, from the base of his shaft all the way to the throbbing tip.
He was going to come—there was nothing he could do to stop it. Please, God, all he wanted was to feel her suck him into her mouth. She did, and he couldn't stop himself from bucking up, forcing her to take him deeper. Instead of pulling away, she moaned against him, the sound vibrating against his cock.
He couldn't hold back another second. Roaring his pleasure, he shot down her throat in thick spurts, again and again, until his c**k finally ran dry.
His heart pumped hard. After all these years of screwing supermodels and actresses, who would have thought that the one woman who could take him apart would be the smart, sexy daughter of his agent?
And now that he'd had her, he couldn't make himself stop.
Chapter Twelve
Dominic pulled Melissa onto his lap and kissed her hard. "You're incredible," he said, raining kisses down her throat, heading for her br**sts. Desperate for her release, she rocked her pelvis against him, shocked to feel his penis grow thick again. He'd just exploded in her mouth and he was ready for more?
"I want to be inside you," he murmured, his breath warm against her earlobe, heightening her already intense arousal. He reached into his pocket for a condom and handed it to her.
"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were superhuman," she teased.
He kissed her until her head was spinning. "You do crazy things to me."
She ripped open the condom wrapper with trembling hands, then slid the rubber sheath down his impossibly big second erection, and he lifted her over it. She took him in one swift stroke, then rose all the way, until his engorged head emerged slick and throbbing with need. Again and again she slid down, then up, flexing her inner muscles against him, reveling in the potent pleasure of loving Dominic. She'd never come before without direct clitoral stimulation, but she was so aroused by blowing him that she already felt the beginning of an orgasm.
Dominic rocked slowly and patiently inside her, and his steady motions were the final push she needed. She cried out as wave after wave of pleasure came over her, and when he climaxed inside her, his c**k throbbing and pulsing in time to her release, she was no longer sure where his body ended and hers began.
They held on to each other forever, it seemed, and Melissa wanted never to let go. She didn't want to have to deal with reality. And she definitely didn't want to hear Dominic apologize again for making her feel so damn good.
The building creaked in the wind, and she jumped. Oh shit. If someone caught her with Dominic, her career could be ruined. How could she be taken seriously if she couldn't keep out of players' beds?
She jumped off his lap and readjusted her clothes, her damp panties a reminder of how strongly Dominic affected her.