Page 45 of Legal Seduction
His vision blurred as his desire intensified to insanity. He undressed in such a frenzy that a button popped off. Then he tore open a condom packet and sheathed himself before sliding inside her.
She was so hot. So wet. So ready...
She moved beneath him and around him. They rolled across the sheets, tangling them, tearing them from the bed. Passion burned between them. They clutched at each other. Despite her release, she was desperate again, desperate for more pleasure. He made sure she got it, making her come again and again before he finally let himself come.
Then he dropped limply onto her body, struggling to breathe again as his heart finally began to slow its frantic beating. He raised his head from her breast and stared up at her in wonder. “What the hell do you do to me?”
She just shook her head. She either didn’t know or couldn’t speak. So he didn’t think she’d be able to move, either. But after cleaning up in the bathroom, he strode back into her bedroom, and she wasn’t there.
Where the hell had she gone?
“Bette?”
She stepped out of the other door, the one to the walk-in closet. But she was wearing only the robe that had been lying across the foot of the bed. So why had she gone back inside there?
Was she hiding something in there? Or in the desk? She glanced at that, too, as if checking to make sure she’d left nothing out. But then she grabbed up his shirt from the bedroom floor and held it out to him.
“Trying to get rid of me?” he asked.
“Uh, no,” she stammered, but her eyes widened in surprise. “You don’t want to stay, though.”
She must have heard that rule of his, how he never spent the night with anyone. If he wanted a chance to search her closet and that desk, he was going to need to make an exception to that rule. So she wouldn’t catch him snooping again, like she nearly had last time, he had to wait until after she fell asleep.
“You are trying to get rid of me,” he said, and the hurt he allowed in his voice wasn’t entirely feigned. “I really should check to see who you have stashed in that closet.”
“Nobody,” she replied quickly, almost too quickly.
He doubted any man could have hidden in there while they’d had sex. Even if he was married, Simon damn well wouldn’t have done it. He would have taken apart the guy who dared to touch her while he was seeing her.
“You really aren’t seeing anyone else?” he asked.
“No,” she said. “I told you I don’t have time for dating right now.”
“What are we doing, then?” he asked.
“We’re not dating,” she said. “That’s why it would be weird for you to stay.”
He’d had women beg him to spend the night in their beds. But this one—the one with whom he actually wanted to spend the night—seemed almost on the verge of begging him to leave. He reached for her, closing his arms around her shoulders to draw her close to his chest. “How ’bout I just stay until I recover enough for us to do that again?”
She rubbed her hips against his. “I think you’re recovered enough.”
He chuckled. He was. Just being close to her made him hard as hell. “Not quite yet.” He tugged her toward the bed, pulled back the tangled blankets and pulled her down onto the mattress with him.
“You really want to stay?” she asked.
“Just for a little while,” he lied. He didn’t know how long he’d have to stay for her to fall asleep.
She settled her head against his shoulder. “What do you want to do until you recover?” she asked.
“Talk.”
She tensed.
“Don’t worry,” he told her. “I’ll talk. You can just listen.”
She must have been intrigued enough that she moved her hand to his chest, and her fingers began to stroke the skin over his heart. Did she feel how hard it was beating yet for her?
“I will post your job,” he promised her.
