she asked, arching toward him. Her voice heaved with want, which only enticed him even more.
“About feasting on you until you come in my mouth. Hard.”
She moaned—a long, sexy, tortured moan. “T-talk is cheap. I say you back up your promises with action, mister.”
“I can’t think of a better plan.” He nipped her neck, and she curved against the mirror. He kissed her taut nipples over her dress. Kneeling one knee on the ottoman for balance, he positioned himself between her legs, and the scent of her arousal drew him in further. Like a singer to lyrics and a poet to words, he was captivated. Entranced. Hooked. Wasting no time, he buried his head in her sex. Stroking his tongue on her folds, soaking wet only for him, he rejoiced at her addicting honey taste. She was gorgeous, in all kinds of ways.
He slid his hand under her hips, bringing her into him. And with his free hand, he teased her clit—thrumming over the swollen nub at first, warming the metal piercing with the touch of his deft finger and flicking the intimate jewel without mercy. She tangled her hands in his hair, ruffling it, and he intensified the rhythm of his sucking.
She called his name, each time her voice coarser, followed by a string of moans. Never in his life had he been so into the moment—sensing every bit of her climax. Spasms claimed her, but instead of letting go he licked her, pinched her thighs, grazed his teeth over her folds. Made it clear he was there for her.
Only when her breath eased and her body no longer shook as much, he straightened and stood up. His cock throbbed, the tip already creamy. “I also kept thinking about fucking you. Quick and hard.”
She snatched him closer, her hands hovering over his biceps. “Do it. Fuck me.”
It took him a lifetime of control to not come right there. But he did it. He thrust into her, probably a lot rougher than he should have, but there were no complaints. She choked out a whimper, and he was about to ask her if she was okay, when she wrapped her legs around his waist and clenched her inner muscles.
How could he resist her? Resisting wasn’t a part of the weekend.
He would deal with that later. For Christ’s sake, he was a man whose poker face was a trademark on silent auctions throughout the world. Millions hadn’t appeared in his bank account out of nowhere—he had relied on control and hard work.
He thrust into her, in and out, encouraged by her sexy whimpers. Each time he delved deeper, stronger, harder—like he was hitting a hidden part of her. She kissed him, and he plundered her mouth. It didn’t take long for her to reach climax, and his body ripped in amazing shockwaves.
“Joan Smythe knows I work for you,” she blurted.
In a quick move, he pulled out and sat upright. “What?”
Chewing on her lower lip, she sat up, too. Thankfully, she crossed her arms over her breasts so he didn’t have to be distracted. “She found out.”
“How?”
She rubbed her temples. “Probably my bad. She asked for my last name yesterday when we were talking fashion. And today when she accused me of working for you, I was so shocked that she saw it in my face. I’m sorry.”
A different kind of heat flooded his bloodstream. He let out a sigh. Shit. “It’s not your fault,” he said, and squeezed her shoulder. “She would have gone the distance to find out. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“You didn’t take your cell with you when you went to play chess with Paul. And when you walked in, I was going to tell you, but then you were all horny like a man who was just released from prison. I lost my train of thought…” She smiled. “Hey, I’m only human.”
If he hadn’t been so upset, he would have smiled, too. “Smythe had the opportunity to tell me about it. Yet he didn’t make any comments. Now I know why he wanted to play chess so badly. To get me away from you.”
She gnawed her bottom lip. “So Joan could corner me?”
“I wouldn’t put anything past him.”
“Why didn’t he mention anything to you?”
An invisible lightbulb shone above him. “Because he wants to bring it up at the party. In front of Viola.” Yes, it was obvious. Smythe wanted to take him out of the game, to tarnish his reputation, and to get rid of him.