No Strings__ - By Janelle Denison Page 0,32

half bad.”

He lifted an arrogant brow. “And just think, we’re not even close to being done. We’ve only covered improper and indecent, and I’m so looking forward to getting down-and-dirty.”

Oh, Lord, so was she.

He guided her to the bed. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

As he disappeared into the bathroom, she slipped off her heels, shimmied out of her panties and settled against the pillows. Seconds later he returned with a few foil packets, and he tossed all but one of them onto the pillow beside her. Judging by how many condoms he’d retrieved, he obviously planned on having a very busy night with her. Not that she was complaining.

He stood at the foot of the bed, and she watched as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. He toed off his shoes and removed his socks, then unbuckled his thin leather belt. With a sexy smile on his lips, he unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, then pushed his pants and briefs down his legs.

Completely naked, she looked her fill of him and sighed with female appreciation. If she thought he was gorgeous in a business suit at work, he was a perfect Adonis wearing nothing at all—lean, muscled and impressively endowed where it counted most. His strong, capable hands sheathed his erection, the sight of him touching his cock adding to the eroticism of the act.

He came up on the mattress, circled his fingers around her ankles and separated her feet until she was sufficiently spread for him. Settling between her legs, he dipped his head and brushed his lips along her inner thigh, making it very clear what he had in mind next.

“Let’s see if you taste as good as a peach,” he murmured, and used his thumbs to separate her folds so he could sweep his tongue along her sex, licking her with such thorough reverence she felt worshipped.

His fingers joined in, penetrating her aching core. He sucked on her clit as if she were as ripe and juicy as the fruit he’d indicated, then traced his tongue all along her swollen, sensitive flesh before starting the devastatingly erotic process all over again. Multiple times. Her entire body trembled and when he finally let her come, the release was more than just physical—it was beyond anything she’d ever experienced before.

Moaning softly, she reached down and threaded her fingers through his soft, silky hair, unable to recall when a man had ever taken such time and care with her, instead of racing to the main event. Even now, he was nuzzling her thigh and giving her time to catch her breath. It was an intimate act, and more than just about getting her off so he could take his own pleasure. He’d enjoyed going down on her, reveled in her response even, and for that he received extra points.

He straightened and knelt between her legs, his gaze taking a slow, leisurely journey from her thighs all the way up to her face. “That was fun,” he said huskily. “And now that we’ve gotten ‘down’ out of the way, it’s time to get dirty.”

In a move that caught her by surprise, he rolled her over so that she was on her stomach, then grasped her hips and pulled her toward him, until she was positioned on her hand and knees, his intentions very clear.

Excitement coursed through her. Obviously, traditional, missionary sex was too tame for a sexual God like him. This position put him in control and fed into the fantasy she’d revealed to him on the plane...where she’d confessed her preference of being taken by a man, aggressively and passionately.

He caressed his palms over her bare butt and squeezed the mounds in his hands. “You have the sweetest, sexiest ass. When you wear a tight skirt at the office, I can’t help but stare and fantasize about what it would be like to do this.” His fingers traced the crease separating her cheeks, then stroked her inner lips, gliding through her slick heat, driving her crazy until she was on fire for him again.

“And what it would be like to do this,” he said, and thrust his cock into her, his thick length stretching her in the best possible way.

They groaned in unison, and she went down on her forearms so that her back was completely arched, allowing him to slide even deeper inside her. With his hands at her waist again, he plunged into her, hard and fast, her body clutching around him hungrily, eagerly.

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