we can get on with our business.”
Before Billy considered Eden’s motives, she’d squeezed next to him in his side of the booth, her right thigh pressed to his left. Her body heat seared him and her heady, dark scent made his already shallow breathing more difficult.
“Put your briefcase on the table and open it, so it looks like we’re working.”
A tiny kernel of anxiety unfurled in his gut, but he placed his briefcase on the middle of the table and popped the locks. “Are we working?” he asked inanely, removing file folders.
“Not you.” Eden’s cool mouth suctioned to the hot skin below his ear. He shuddered at the simple touch. Her left hand arced down the center of his body from the knot in his tie to the buckle on his pants. “However, I have catch-up work to do. It is my turn, remember?”
The full impact of her words sunk in when she unbuckled his belt. “Eden—”
“Billy,” she whispered back in a mocking tone, making quick work of his zipper. “I’m going to stroke your cock right here under the table until you explode in my hand. And you’re going to let me.”
Turned on beyond measure, he said not a word.
“Sit back and open your legs wider.” Eden’s exhalations tickled his neck. “Pretend you’re studying a market analysis.” Her fingers slipped into the gap in his boxers. When the warmth of her hand circled his aching cock, Billy groaned.
She stroked from root to tip, letting the plump head rub against the hard ridge of her palm. Drops of pre-come dribbled down, making the glide of her hand easier, increasing the sensations until his buttocks tightened and the vein running up his cock began to pulse.
If anyone passed their table, all they’d see was two heads bent close, engrossed in the sheaf of papers on the table between them.
Eden repeated the words he’d said last night. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to fuck you. Hard. Fast. Right now.” His hand moved under the table and he tried to stop her activity on his dick. “Let’s go.”
“No. You let go.” She nipped his earlobe, knocking his hand away with her knee. “My turn to call the shots.” She stopped the slide of her hands to feather butterfly touches from his balls to the weeping tip. “You’re so damn sexy, Billy. I want to feel you come. I won’t stop until you do.”
As he nuzzled Eden’s soft hair, his tension slipped away. No doubt if he would’ve slid his hand under her skirt, he’d have expected her compliance. Hell, he was a modern man, equal time and all that. He admitted it felt good to let Eden be in charge. And if the euphoric look on her face was any indication, she was getting off on the naughty exhibition as much as he was.
“I wish it was my mouth on you.” She squeezed from the bottom of his shaft up, her fingers a tight ring as she rubbed her thumb over the slick tip. “My lips, teeth and tongue. I’d get your cock really wet. See if I could deep throat you. Then when you were teetering on the edge, I’d suck you dry and swallow every drop.”
“Enough. God, I can only take so much.” Damn. He was close. Too close, but he had no intention of trying to hold back.
“Do you like me talking dirty? You’ll like it even better when I do this.” She increased her strokes.
The muscles in his groin tightened, his balls drew taut. Helplessly he gathered the linen tablecloth in his fist. He focused on a rainbow glimmer of crystal reflecting on the table as his rigid sex pulsed toward completion. A white-hot flame shot out of the end of his cock, his head fell back and he groaned long and low as his seed flooded her hand.
A tender kiss brushed his lips, followed by a soft cloth on his crotch wiping away the remnants of his explosion.
Billy slowly cracked his eyelids, half-afraid he’d been dreaming again and he’d wake to nondescript walls of another hotel room with his dick clutched in his own hand.
But his eyes met Eden’s and clashed in a heated frenzy of desire. She lifted her hand and wickedly licked the tips of her fingers.
A possessive need ignited his blood.
Billy tucked himself in and zipped up. Briefcase closed, he hauled Eden from the booth, out the door and into his car.
His hands clutched the steering wheel. He didn’t utter a peep after his Neanderthal tactic of practically dragging her by the hair from the restaurant. He didn’t dare touch her; once he started he wouldn’t stop. When he finally screeched to a halt outside the condo, he faced her.
“Look. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Why were you in such a hurry to get away?”
Billy’s hands shook when he reached for her. Somehow he kept his touch gentle as he traced her baby-soft cheek with his knuckles. “Feather Light owns this condo. I’m staying here. It was the closest place with a bed.”
Her hazel eyes widened. “But I have to go back to work—”
“No. You have to get out of the car, Eden, or else I’m taking you right here on the front seat. Your choice.”
Chapter Seven
Eden couldn’t move. She stared at the rigid set of Billy’s jaw. Need and the underlying darker impression of hunger made his body still, too still, like an agitated jungle cat about to pounce.
Her eyes slid to the condo entrance. Six redwood stairs led to a covered portico. The door was set back far enough into the structure she couldn’t discern the color. Besides the scraggly lilac hedge separating the driveway from the sidewalk, they were out in the open. No trees, shade or shadows from nearby buildings. Surely Billy hadn’t meant he’d take her right here on the leather seat of his rental car? In broad daylight?
“Well,” he demanded. “What’s it going to be?”
Holy cow. Guess he had meant it.
Before Eden lost her nerve, she grabbed her purse, flung open the door and stumbled out of the car.
Billy was on her before she reached the top step.
He kissed her with an openmouthed mating of tongues, hard, wet, divine. He pushed her toward the entrance, his body plastered to hers. As he fumbled with the house key, he kissed her. As he struggled to unlock the door, he kissed her. As he opened the door and half-carried, half-dragged her inside, he kept his voracious mouth on hers.
Eden fell headfirst into desire, letting her own long denied needs break free.
“God, I want you,” he groaned, slamming the door shut behind them only to flatten her body against the hard surface.
Her purse plunked on the rug. He began a fresh assault on her mouth, little nips and kisses, watching her eyes glaze over while he hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse. The satiny material slid an erotic path down her arms and dropped on the tile.
Then his hands were everywhere.
Sensations bombarded her. His sharp teeth on the swell of her breasts. His shaking hands fumbling with the clasp of her bra. His warm mouth dragging kisses across her moist skin. The ridges of the wooden door digging into her bared back. Her eyes fluttered shut when his lips closed over the peak of her left nipple.
Eager fingers tugged at the side zipper until her skirt met the floor in a soft whoosh. Nylons were peeled down her legs, stopped by the barrier of her high-heels. She kicked off her shoes, shed her hosiery. Eden was barefoot and completely naked, except for a damp pair of peach bikini panties.
Ripped out of her sensual daze, she opened her eyes and realized Billy was still fully clothed. She pushed him back a step, her fingers tracing the delineated lines of his chest. One hand unknotted his tie, while the other worked on the buttons of his ivory dress shirt.
Billy toed off his loafers, unfastening his shirt cuffs as she continued to undress him.
“Stand still,” she hissed, struggling with his belt buckle. He swayed, trying to remove his socks one-handed. His pants hit the floor, leaving him in boxer briefs and an unbuttoned shirt, looking every inch a male underwear model. She smoothed trembling hands over the golden blond hair dotting his broad chest.
His thumb traced the outline of her lips. “I can’t get enough of this
mouth.”
“Billy—”
“Ssh.” His blue eyes were wild, his cheekbones suffused with color. A resigned sigh drifted over her temple as he molded his hard body to her soft curves. “I don’t think I can get enough of you, either.”
Eden moaned.
Billy swallowed the sound in a greedy kiss. Fingers inched up the inside of her thigh, pushing aside the lace barrier of her panties and plunged into her slick channel, and back out, spreading moisture to the heart of her begging for his attention.
She arched, pushing her pelvis closer, blindly jerking his boxers down his hips to reach for the erection teasing her belly.
He trailed his lips over her jaw. “You are so wet. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
“Show me.”
“Let’s go. Condoms are in the bedroom.”
“No. Now. Right here, right now.” She wrenched away from him and groped on the floor for her purse, coming up with a square package from the inside pocket. She ripped it open with her teeth and shimmied out of her panties.
When Eden looked up, his underwear was history and he stood before her magnificently naked, strangely vulnerable. She couldn’t offer him reassurance that taking this next step wouldn’t result in broken promises or broken hearts, nothing but mindless sex. They both knew better.
He helped her roll the condom down the straining length of his cock. Panting against the hollow of her throat, he lifted her higher, pressing her to the door. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Eden’s arms circled his neck. She dug her heels into the back of his muscular thighs and dropped her hips to feel the tip of his cock demanding entrance to her body.
Billy paused and gazed into her eyes. He lowered his mouth and kissed her at the same time he pushed inside her to the hilt.
His gentle passion nearly undid her.
“Eden.” He uttered her name as a reverent sigh. His large hands gripped her butt, tilting her pelvis for the deepest penetration.
What a rush, finally feeling Billy Buchanan inside her body, skin-to-skin, soul-to-soul, man-to-woman. Sweat beaded on her skin. Her mind shut down to everything but pure pleasure.
Billy’s controlled thrusts changed to short, hard strokes, which made it impossible to sustain the frantic kiss.
Eden ground into him, her fingers buried in his soft hair, her teeth scraping the rigid cords in his neck. She loved the taste of him on her tongue. The brush of his solid chest against hers. His crisp pubic hair abrading her clit and his firm muscles beneath her hands. The sexy sounds their bodies made at each thrust and retreat.
His forehead dripped sweat on her shoulder and his hips flexed beneath her clenched thighs. Billy shuddered and slowed down, pulling out until just the tip of his cock met the greedy mouth of her sex, then glided back in inch by inch.
“No. Harder.” Her heels spurred his butt to remind him to keep up the frenzied pace, cursing his restraint.
Warm lips followed her collarbone. “God. This feels so fucking perfect I can’t hold off much longer.”
She tilted Billy’s face up to meet her eyes. “Don’t hold off. I’m there right with you.”
Billy’s hips began pounding again. Hard. Relentless.
“Yes.” Eden’s midsection tightened. Her ass slapped into the door with a satisfying sting, and Billy’s upper body pressing into hers was the only thing holding her up.
A moment later, she began to come apart. A shiver started in her scalp, zinging through her system like a wayward electrical current.
Billy licked and bit at her neck, his satisfied male chuckle echoed across her skin as tremors rocked her body.
His humor disappeared on a groan.
Feeling drunk from the intensity, her head thunked back. Stars exploded behind her lids.
“Hang on.” His hands left her tangled hair and smacked flat beside her head against the door. Four powerful thrusts coaxed another climax from her and she cried out, her vaginal contractions prolonging his release as Billy slammed into her high and hard, growling her name.
Even in the near silence, their harsh breaths, their blood synched as one.
Sweat plastered them to each other and Eden to the door. Several bliss filled seconds passed before she finally whispered, “It was worth the wait.”
Chapter Eight
Sweat dripped into Billy’s eyes. His toes were cramped and his arms felt like bands of Jell-O.
Beautiful. He’d taken her against the front door. He’d waited ten years and banging Eden fast and furious in the foyer was the best he could offer her?
It was a wonder he ever got laid.
A contented sigh drifted against his neck, followed by a string of openmouthed sucking kisses. Evidently Eden hadn’t minded.
Billy leaned back, taking their weight in his legs as he attempted to pull out.
But her thighs gripped him tight. “Stay.” She nuzzled his cheek, burying soft lips in the cup of his shoulder. “Just for another minute until my brain can function.”
A sense of rightness washed over him. He’d never felt so completely…complete. “You okay? You’re not mad that I—”
“—fucked me stupid?” Her lips curved into a smile against his neck. “Are you kidding? I imagined it’d be good between us, but not like that.”
“It was pretty spectacular.”
She shivered delicately and seemed to burrow even deeper into his skin. “You think it was a one shot deal? Years of wondering ‘what-if’ made it impossible not to combust when we finally came together?”
He nudged her back against the door, not surprised she’d kept her beautiful eyes closed, hiding her feelings from him. “There’s only one way to find out.”
“How?”
“We have to do it again.” He peppered kisses down her jaw. “And again, and again, and again, until we’re sure it wasn’t a fluke.”
Her laugh soothed his soul.
Billy smoothed an auburn tendril from her flushed cheek. “Eden.”
“Mmm?”
“Baby, look at me.”
She glanced at him from beneath lowered lashes.
“I have to tell you something.”
“No.” She tried to squirm away, an impossible maneuver since they were still physically connected. “Whatever happened in the past doesn’t matter. And if this has to do with the community center, I don’t want to hear it right now, okay?”
He stared at her, the words stuck in his throat. How could he tell her it wasn’t their past that caused his sleepless nights, but thoughts of their future?
“I need to get dressed and go back to work.”
Billy cautioned himself to keep it light as she was already on the verge of retreat. “You sure you can’t stay and play hooky?”
She gave him a sexy grin. “The word you’re looking for is nookie. And no. I have to go.”
“Smart ass.” He nipped her chin and she yelped.
“The kids are probably running around driving Shelby crazy with their questions about where I am.”
“Are you there every day after school?”
“Without fail.” Eden’s fingers trailed a path across his shoulders and her mouth tasted the skin she’d touched.
Another whip of desire cracked through him. “Then you deserve a break. Stay. Please.”
“Tempting…but no.” She whacked his butt and he withdrew from the warm place that strangely felt like home.
When her feet touched the tile, she shivered and bent to grab her clothes, muttering, “Looks like a damn yard sale in here.”
Billy plucked up his clothing on the way to dispose of the condom. In the bathroom, he peered at his reflection, turning his profile left and right. Yep. Same guy on the outside, but the emotions jumping inside told a different tale. The last few days he’d been revitalized.
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