Page 23 of Legal Seduction
“You didn’t mind my being in your business last night,” he reminded her as he stepped closer again. “I was all up in your business...”
And he wanted to be all up inside her again.
Her lips parted on a gasp as she stared up at him. She wanted him to; she had to after last night, after how incredible it had been.
Or hadn’t she felt it?
He’d never lost control like that before, had never come so quickly. Usually he made sure his partner had many, many orgasms before he found his own release.
He wanted her to be as out of control and crazy as she’d made him the night before. So he reached for that bow between her shoulder blades. The bodice of the long negligee loosened and released her full breasts before it pooled like a green silk puddle around her bare feet.
She was bare all over. She didn’t even wear panties beneath that gown. And he was damn glad of that. His hand was shaking so badly he wasn’t certain that he could have untied another bow. Not that he figured all her panties were made that way. But he wanted to find out.
“Why are you so damn sexy?”
Her mouth curved into a smile. “It’s the lingerie.”
He reached out and traced his fingertips over the curve of her breast, then over her flat stomach to the curve of her hip and ass. “You’re not wearing anything right now.” But that sexy smile. “And you’re gorgeous.”
She sighed. “When you turn on the charm like that...”
“What?” he asked. Did he tempt her to reveal all her secrets? To admit that she’d betrayed him?
“You make me crazy,” she murmured. And she reached for him. After pushing his suit jacket from his shoulders, she attacked the buttons on his shirt, frantically freeing them. And each inch of his chest she revealed, she pressed her lips against in silky kisses. Then her tongue flicked over his nipple.
And he groaned. She was the one making him crazy, making him lose control. But he couldn’t risk that again. He was the one who was supposed to be seducing her.
Besides the coffee table, she had a couch—thankfully—or he would have taken her on the table. The couch was big and deep, nearly the size of a bed with soft cushions and pillows. He pushed her onto it and followed her down.
And he went down on her. He didn’t just taste her like he had the night before. He feasted on her. While he used one hand to massage her breast and tease the nipple, he used the other on her pussy. As he slid his fingers inside her wet core, he nibbled and sucked on her clit.
She screamed as she came. And he lapped up her sweet release.
He groaned. And damn it, his control snapped again. He had to be inside her, had to be in all that wet heat. He shucked his pants and briefs and fumbled with the condom. She took the packet from him and tore it open. Then she rolled it over his pulsating cock. He nearly came as she pumped him through the latex. But he wasn’t having it...
He was having her. So he dragged off her hand and spun her around. Then with her clutching the back of the couch cushions, he moved his dick between her legs. As he stroked her ass, he found her core and slid inside her. Then he cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumbs while he thrust inside her.
She arched her luscious hips and took him deeper, grinding against his groin as she sought her orgasm. She came again with a scream of pleasure. His balls ached, stretching as they filled. Then he found his release.
She came again before he pulled out. Her inner muscles clutched him as she whimpered with pleasure. He hated to separate. But he had to clean up. He found the bathroom through the first doorway off the living room. After disposing of the condom and washing up, he came back to find her lying limply against her couch cushions.
Her glorious breasts rose and fell and shimmied as she panted for breath.
“Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?” she asked breathlessly as she stared up at him with those big dark eyes of hers.
He waited for the panic he usually felt when someone professed feelings for him he knew he’d never return. And when he noticed how closely she watched him, he wondered if she was looking for that panic, too.
He grinned and replied, “Just trying to get you to work.”
Instead of looking hurt or even disappointed, she laughed and sat up. “All right. I’ll shower and come into the office.” She gestured toward the door. “I’m sure you can show yourself out.”
He had no intention of leaving.
Yet.
* * *
Bette should have gone into the office that morning. But then she had never imagined that Simon Kramer would track her down at home. Not that she would ever feel entirely at home in her new place, especially now that he’d been inside it with her. That he’d been inside her.
