The ebony haired, American doctor stepped out into the hallway after fixing her makeup and hair. John winked at her and flashed a row of straight, white teeth as he talked on the phone. Ending the conversation, he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her before smashing his lips down on hers. Gillian's tongue mated with his and her arms slipped around his neck as he growled in the back of his throat. John gripped her heart shaped bottom in his hands before smacking one cheek through the black dress she wore. He then loosely gripped her neck and pushed her back to break the kiss.
"You're playing with fire, kitten,” John said in a deep, smoker's voice as Gillian's pulse beat wildly under his grip. Her emerald eyes had taken on a sapphire hue, and he could smell her arousal. This woman was going to be the death of him.
Gillian loved the way John towered over her, and leaning up on her tiptoes, she ran her tongue leisurely over his bottom lip as her hand rubbed his expanding cock through the expensive linen of his pants. "I would rather play with you."
John growled again as he roughly pushed her back against the wall. He had to gain control of his emotions! This woman was literally leading him around by the dick, and no woman did that to John Kenric. "You will pay for that, wench," the Brit warned as he locked her hands above her head. "Because you want me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours at this moment, I am intentionally going to make you wait, kitten. Right now, I need you to meet some friends of mine. If you don't behave, then I will be forced to punish you. You remember what that felt like, don't you?"
"I remember, John. You don't have to be such an asshole," Gillian replied dryly as she rolled her eyes, annoyance suppressing some of her desire. "Who are these friends you want me to meet?"
"Business associates." John smiled, loving Gillian's fire. The woman was so forthcoming with her honesty and emotions. "I think they are going to like you. Matter of fact, I know they will."
"Why do you want me to meet your associates?" she asked curiously as he grabbed her hand and began leading her down the hallway back to the party. "According to you and Patrick, I'm nothing more than a whore who has something you want. I don't even know why you invited me to this party. You don't even know me."
John turned on her immediately and pushed her back against the wall. He intimately pressed his body up to hers, and with his lips nearly inches from hers, he said, "I don't think you're a whore, and neither does Patrick. Never refer to yourself as that again. As for the party, I invited you because I would like to get to know you a little better. Is that a crime?"
"No, it's not. I'm just surprised," Gillian said before he kissed her lips and pulled her along behind him toward the party once again.
"Why are you surprised? It's obvious that there is a magnetic, sexual chemistry between the two of us. I not only think you are beautiful, but I admire your intelligence and integrity. The latter are very hard to find in women these days."
"Well then, I'm sure you would agree, John, that in order to get know each other, we have to engage in a give and take type of relationship. So far, all you've done is take. Other than what you have researched, you know nothing about me. I know nothing about you."
"That's a fair point, and one I plan to rectify in the near future." He turned and winked at her as they moved deeper into the crowd. The giant Brit then pulled her unexpectedly into his arms and began to slow dance to the classical music coming from the live orchestra. Gillian then felt his lips trail up her slender neck to her ear. His voice was deep and husky as he said, "As for the giving, my darling kitten, I plan on giving all night. The question is will you be able to take it?"
Gillian's clit pulsed at John's words, but before she could respond, he captured her mouth with a kiss. Her arms immediately snuck up around his neck to play with his ebony hair as she pulled him closer. Just as she felt him begin to deepen