Page 77 of The Prince's Game
“Evan . . .” There was nothing kind or gentle about it, telling me his need was as violent as mine. He gave my other breast the same treatment, making me arch into him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged him to me. “Now.”
Arousal curled in my lower belly, bringing me close to orgasm again. This man incited a passion in me like none other. I loved him. Body, heart, and soul, he was mine, and I was his. His mouth captured mine in a kiss that melted my insides. I was a quaking mess when he finished his sensual assault. He nipped my lower lip and settled his hips between my thighs. His erection nudged my entrance.
“I love you, Sarah.” His dark gaze held a mixture of fervor and adoration as he stared down at me. He cradled my face between his palms and placed a sweet kiss on my lips. “I’m never letting you go again.”
“Good, because I have no intention of going anywhere.” I nipped his chin in protest when he entered me part of the way and stopped. “I love you, too.” It was a whisper against his cheek, which forced him to finish his thrust. We both shuddered at the carnal impact. I clawed at his back as he started to move. There was no finesse or rhythm to it, just an unbridled passion both of our bodies understood. His mouth possessed mine, swallowing my moans as we reacquainted ourselves in the most intimate of ways.
Pleasure hit me hard and fast, bowing my back off the bed. My inner walls hugged his shaft, and fire licked through my veins. This orgasm was more intense than the first, shooting violent spasms down my thighs. They intensified with each thrust, elongating my gratification. His breath was hot and harsh against my neck, my name a prayer in the air, as my climax sent him over the edge. He groaned and convulsed over me, creating aftershocks deep inside of me.
“Shower?” He placed an open-mouthed kiss against my throat. “Or stay in bed?”
“Depends on what you have in mind.” My legs were spent, but I couldn’t unwind them from his waist. I didn’t want to break our intimate connection.
“Talking and sex, sweetheart.” His lips brushed my nose and then my mouth. He grinned. “I told you—I have the week off, and we’re not leaving this room until we’re both satisfied with the results.”
“I have work on Monday.”
“Then we better start talking.”
39
A New Contract
“Chocolate or vanilla?” Evan asked as he wheeled the sundae cart into the bedroom. He stood beside it, naked. His question sparked all sorts of sordid images that had nothing to do with talking or sundaes. I wanted to drizzle chocolate over his defined abs, lick it off, and then continue down that happy trail to the most delectable part of him. His gorgeous cock was meant to be dipped in whipped cream and licked clean.
“Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and you’ll miss work Monday.”
I swallowed.Fair enough.“Is the ice cream still solid?” The hotel staff delivered it over an hour ago.
“Yep.” He showed me a chocolate scoop before plopping it into his bowl. “It was in a cooler with dry ice.”
“Ah, that would do it.” I eyed all the available toppings and considered making Evan into a human sundae. My creativity spiked with ideas. We would need to keep this cart around for after our negotiation. “Vanilla, hot fudge if it’s still hot, whipped cream, nuts, sprinkles, and a cherry.” I didn’t eat enough pizza, and our lovemaking left me famished.
His eyes crinkled with his knowing grin. “In a bowl or on me?”
“Both, please.”
“That sounds sticky.”
“And delectable.” I went to my knees on the mattress and placed my hands on his shoulders. “Tell me you don’t want to decorate me in a few of those toppings.”
He set down the bowl and wrapped an arm around my waist to tug me closer. His lips went to my ear. “Why do you think I ordered a sundae bar?”
I shivered. “You better start talking, Mershano. Or I’m going to get distracted by daydreams of you licking caramel off my nipples.”
He nipped my bottom lip. “I plan to alternate between ice cream and hot fudge, Summers. All night. But I want to eat some of it, too.” He tapped me on the ass and went back to fixing the sundaes.
“Tease.”
“Not a tease if I plan to follow through.”
I shook my head and collapsed into the pillows at the headboard. “Now that I’m all hot and bothered, where do you want to start this negotiation?”
He finished adding the toppings to my bowl and handed it over. “Well, I think we need to talk about your career aspirations first. I want to help you with the marketing firm—not because of our previous deal, but because I think you’re good at what you do. I called Stern and Associates, and they sent me your portfolio. If you can produce that kind of work for your less passionate projects, then I can’t wait to see what you’ll do for organizations you care about.”
I pulled the spoon from my mouth and stared at him. “Stern and Associates sent you my portfolio?” That was privileged information in the eyes of my former employer. I wasn’t allowed to use any of my prior work as samples in interviews.
“It took some coaxing, but money talks.”
