No Strings__ - By Janelle Denison Page 0,31

now, I want to take my time, because there are so many things I want to do to you...improper, indecent, down-and-dirty things I’ve thought about since the day we met.”

His arousing promise made her wetter than she already was. Oh, yeah, she wanted those things, too. With effort, she kept her palms flattened against the wall behind her, letting him do this his way because she knew the end result would be pure, mind-blowing pleasure for both of them.

“What kind of improper, indecent, down-and-dirty things?” she asked, eager to experience each and every one.

“Things like this...” He slipped his fingers beneath the straps of her bra and pulled them down her arms. His mouth touched her skin, and he unexpectedly bit the curve of her neck and shoulder with his teeth.

She gasped at the light twinge of pain, enjoying his uncivilized behavior when he was a man who always came across as so refined and sophisticated in the boardroom.

“And this,” he continued seductively as he unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor, then filled both of his hands with her breasts. His piercing gaze held hers as he cupped and squeezed the mounds of flesh, while his thumbs brushed over her taut nipples, then lightly pinched them.

She groaned, so turned on she could barely stand.

His eyes smoldered, and his wholly satisfied smile made those secret muscles deep inside her clench in anticipation as he lowered his head and claimed her breast. His tongue swirled around her areola, his teeth rasping and teasing the rigid tip before he drew her nipple into the damp heat of his mouth and sucked hard.

There was no holding back the cry of delight that escaped her lips, or the path of fire he created as his hand trailed down her body and slipped past the elastic waistband of her panties.

“And especially this,” he murmured against her breast, and with a skillful stroke of his fingers along her swollen, throbbing clitoris, he had her thighs quivering and her heart racing.

That quickly, her body screamed for release, but she knew he wasn’t done tormenting her just yet. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back against the wall, and lost her breath when he pushed one, then two fingers, tight and hot inside her body.

His knee wedged between her thighs, coaxing them apart. “Spread your legs wider for me, sweetheart,” he commanded and without hesitation she did exactly what he asked, widening her stance for him so that he was better able to thrust deeper.

In...then out. Slowly. Leisurely. His thumb circling, stroking. Again and again, while his mouth and tongue continued its sensual assault on her breasts. Her juices flowed, hot and inviting, adding a slick friction to his intimate invasion. Each enticing caress drove her out of her mind with the excruciating need to climax. Every erotic slide of his fingers made her helpless to do anything but ache for the orgasm he held just out of her reach.

His mouth came back up to her neck, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re so warm, so soft and wet.”

Moaning softly, she arched against his hand the best she could, craving more. “Stop teasing me.”

She felt his lips curve into a smile against her cheek. “Tell me what you want, Chloe, and I’ll give it to you.”

The dominating edge to his voice, combined with the way he’d already mastered her body, was enough to make her beg without shame. “Please let me come,” she whispered, and gasped as he finally gave her exactly what she desired.

He kissed her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as his fingers plunged deeper, harder, faster, and the pad of his thumb rubbed that sweet, sensitive spot that sent liquid fire rushing through her veins. She clutched at his broad shoulders, her fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back in an attempt to hold on as the tension spiraled tighter and tighter inside her. Suddenly, it was all too much, and she moaned against his lips as an overwhelming climax rippled through her in strong, shuddering waves of rapture.

In the aftermath, her legs buckled, and Aiden wrapped an arm around her waist to give her the support she seemed to need. He lifted his head, that smug, cocky smile on his face, despite the fact that he was still as hard as stone against her belly. “You okay?”

She drew a steadying breath, nodded and gave him the praise he deserved. “I have to admit, your way isn’t