Charlie drove his Porsche up to the curb and climbed out. “Here’s the keys, Mr. De Wolfe.”
Ramsey deposited Madison in the passenger seat, then rounded the back of his car. Charlie flashed a thumbs up before he climbed in.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Maybe,” she said, giving him a tentative look. “Are you a materialistic man?”
He revved the engine as he shifted gears. “Define materialistic.”
“Greedy.”
He merged with traffic. “Yes, Madison, I most certainly am.”
Chapter Four
Leave it to Ramsey De Wolfe to live in a luxury condominium resort overlooking Liberty Lake. His residence matched the Rolex on his wrist, his perfect car, and expensive clothes. No wonder he’d teased her about her shoes. The man had exquisite taste. As soon as he opened the passenger door, she slid out and stared up at the five-story building. Each unit stood independently, with a two-car garage and fenced yard. Ramsey’s place faced the water, the footpath to his front door branched off and ended at the private pier a hundred yards away.
She admired the top three levels, all arched windows with multiple balconies. She imagined the sunsets were breathtaking from upstairs. “Beautiful place,” she said.
“Thank you. The view is amazing from the observation deck on the top floor. Let’s have a glass of wine.”
She followed him inside, removing her Docs before she continued up the stairs.
The first and second floors had guest bedrooms and bathrooms. The third floor contained the kitchen, dining room, and massive living room. The fourth, his bedroom and master bath, the fifth, the observation room complete with a telescope and wrap around balcony. That’s where he left her while he went to grab a bottle of red wine. Madison didn’t hesitate to gaze through the lens pointed at whatever constellations Ramsey liked to look at.
He returned fifteen minutes later wearing shorts and a T-shirt, carrying two crystal flutes and the bottle of wine in his hands. He walked over to the bar in the corner and grabbed a cork screw from a shelf. “Did you find Orion?”
“Is that what I was looking at?”
“Yes,” he said, opening the bottle. “Not a star gazer?”
“I love watching the nighttime sky, but I must admit, I didn’t do very well in high school astronomy.”
“That’s okay,” he said, joining her at the windows with her glass. “I’ll teach you whatever you want to know.”
She took a sip. “Why Orion?”
“Because he proclaimed himself the greatest hunter in the world, even above the gods.”
Madison had never been so turned on by arrogance. “Are you a great hunter?” Oh dear Lord… The words escaped before she had a chance to think. She knew her cheeks were flushed as she stared at him waiting for his response.
“I am,” he said, plucking her glass from her hand. “You’re here, aren’t you?”
He set his own flute aside on a nearby table, too, then turned back to her. His dark eyes travelled slowly down her body, then back up. “You’re a delectable little rabbit, Madison.”
And before she could complain about being called a bunny, he yanked her to his chest with so much force she couldn’t breathe. His hungry lips found hers, and she opened up to him, letting his tongue mate with hers. It lasted much longer than she expected, and Ramsey coaxed her down the steps to his bedroom, careful to keep her from tumbling to her death as his hot tongue probed and explored the depths of her mouth.
Oh the man knew how to seize control, how to brainwash her into thinking he was indeed a Greek god set in the sky for the world to remember.
She only had a second to catch her breath as he gently pushed her through his open bedroom door on the fourth floor. His bed dominated the space, more of a playground than a place to sleep. He grabbed a remote control off a nightstand and clicked a couple buttons. A soft light came on near the fireplace, followed by the crackling sound of a fire. The womanizer had everything on preset.
He returned, looming over her, all six feet something inches of his muscular frame. Practiced hands slid up her arms, massaging and chasing away any fears and doubts she had about making love to a stranger. But Ramsey De Wolfe really couldn’t be called a stranger. She’d been up to her elbows in information about his family for years. And his face outshined those of his family members. She’d always wanted him, even if it remained a fantasy she masturbated to in the shower.
“Your skin is flawless,” he said, lifting her tank top over her head.
She let him strip her slowly. He cast her shirt aside, then circled her, his fingers following the lace seams of her bra. Her nipples hardened on contact, begging for his touch and the feel of his wet tongue. But he intended to make her wait. She could tell by the way he stalked her. Even though she stood completely prone and ready in front of him, Ramsey obviously enjoyed the chase as much as the kill.
He stopped at her back and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. Chills swept up her body, and no matter how much she knew about his salacious history with women, she wanted to be the only one for him. Delusional, she knew that, but it intensified the desire sparking to life within her. She’d fucked three men in her lifetime, boys she met in college. But Ramsey… There was no comparison.
His tongue spiraled down the back of her neck, and he reached around and cupped her breasts at the same time, his big thumbs circling over her areolas, then her painfully sensitive nipples. She sucked in a ragged breath, afraid to release it.
“So sweet,” he whispered near her ear. “So fucking sweet.”
He spun her around then, dropping to his knees in front of her, hiking her skirt above her hips, so her lace panties were in his face. He rested his cheek against her core, then breathed in her scent, his tongue sweeping across her pussy.
“I’m going to suck that clit until I hear you scream, Madison.” He yanked her panties down to her ankles. “Step out of them.”
She did, one foot at a time.
Then he relieved her of her skirt. The only article of clothing left on her body was her fluffy lavender socks. He took one look at those and chuckled.
“Do you want me to take them off?”
“No,” he said. “Please leave them on.”
His steely gaze met her eyes briefly, then he reached for her hips again and hugged her to his face. She writhed against him, helpless in his grasp. But Ramsey didn’t wait for her to get comfortable, that dirty tongue invaded her pussy, finding her clitoris instantly. His fingers followed, and she watched eagerly as he stroked and licked her crazy. She pumped her hips, riding his face like his dick was inside her. But she didn’t care, he knew exactly what he was doing, and Madison wanted all of him.
Seconds later, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his thumb. His tongue coiled around her tender flesh, lifting her higher and higher. His fingers tickled her other entrance at the same time. The man refused to neglect any part of her body. Although Madison had never done anything like this before, she felt surprisingly relaxed and safe.
“Drape your leg over my shoulder,” he commanded, his face never leaving her pussy.
She lifted her foot and Ramsey guided it to his shoulder. She wondered then if he had some kind of fetish, the man had warned her about his like of high dollar heels resting on his shoulder.
“That’s right, baby, open up to me.” He spread her lips with his fingers and sank his tongue deep inside her again.
“R-Ramsey.” The pressure was building. A flutter and wave of warmth followed. Shit. She couldn’t hold it in.
Ramsey milked her with his lips, swallowing her liquid heat as she came all over his face.
Staying upright wasn’t an option, not after her body just imploded and exploded at the same time. Just when she thought she’d wilt, Ramsey’s strong arms propped her up. He silently guided her across the bedroom, to that oversized mattress. She welcomed the soft support of the bed underneath her, watching him strip.
“Do you like what you see, Madison?” he asked as he slid over her, bringing her arms above her head, his fingers interlacing with hers.
She stared at him, almost too intimidated to speak. “Yes.”
“Good.” Ramsey De Wolfe didn’t waste his time or energy on frivolous talk. He simply shut her up with another mind-bending kiss, then released her hands and mouth, and focused on her breasts.
He sucked the left nipple first, his fingers pinching and teasing the other. Madison threaded her fingers through his thick, dark hair, unafraid to express her enthusiasm by pulling it hard. It didn’t faze him as he absorbed her flesh, suckling harder and harder. Then his fingers roamed southward, tickling her navel, then her pussy. The man liked to get so close, then pull away. He did it again and again. She could feel the heat and wetness between her legs. That first orgasm had only served the same purpose as an appetizer, meant to appease her for the moment and keep her wanting more.
And dear God, she craved much more. But she also didn’t want to waste any time, getting him inside her was the ultimate goal. Not the tiny, seductive kisses and the occasional tease of his fingertips dipping inside her.
No, she wanted all of him.
As if he read her mind, Ramsey retreated to his dresser and opened a drawer. She watched as he rolled on a condom, then returned to the bed, his liquid gaze sweeping over her as he lowered himself on top of her.
He positioned himself at her opening and grinded against her. He groaned in appreciation, his fingers latching onto her arms. “The first one was for you,” he choked out.
“The second is for you,” she finished, meaning the orgasm she wanted him to have.
Ramsey’s arrogant smile flickered across his perfect features again, but then disappeared the second he powered forward, sinking inside her a few inches. Madison shifted underneath him to accommodate his size, locking her ankles behind his back in an attempt to capture his body. He didn’t require any help, he pumped those hips a second time, filling her completely. She held her breath, the realization that she was lying underneath the man she’d idolized forever washing over her. This was never supposed to happen.
Instead, she imagined herself dressed in a power skirt suit seated in one of the museum conference rooms drilling Ramsey De Wolfe for answers to all the interview questions she’d come up with over the years. The vision faded quickly as she screamed his name. “Ramsey…”
“I don’t know where your mind wandered to Madison, but right now, you belong to me.” He hammered deeper to drive his point home.
Then he let out a growl as he lowered his face to hers and kissed her deeply, his tongue overwhelming hers. Hell, his whole body dominated her. And if given the chance, he’d probably reduce her to a quavering pile of mush.
Twenty minutes later, both impressed and terrified by his endurance and strength, Madison realized she couldn’t keep up with him. Her body was exhausted. How did he last so long? She stared up at him, but he was focused on the erotic vision between their legs, watching himself slide in and out of her.
“I-I…” Tongue-tied again.
“Hold on, baby.” Again he knew what to do, pulled out gently, and flipped her onto her stomach.
She grabbed two of his pillows and positioned them under her chest, preparing for what she knew would be the ride of her life.
Ramsey nudged her legs apart. “Raise that perfect ass higher.”
She responded immediately.
But nothing happened, and Madison looked nervously over her shoulder. Was something wrong?
“Do you know how lovely you are from behind?” he asked. “Heart-shaped ass and the prettiest arch in your back I’ve ever seen.”
Madison closed her eyes and swallowed hard, her throat unusually dry. How many women did he have to compare her to? Dozens? Hundreds? When his fingers invaded her pussy, she no longer cared. His thumb circled her clit; electrifying sensations webbed throughout her body. And just as that first pulse of orgasm started to rise, he gripped her hips, and rammed himself inside her again, reigniting her desire.
Madison dug her fingernails into the bedspread, nothing was supposed to feel this good. Sweat covered her body. She sensed his insatiable lust and the need to burn off whatever frustrations he possessed. And for some unknown reason, she was willing to be the vessel that gave him that relief.
“Madison…”
Oh God… Here it came. With a last jerk of his magnificent body, Ramsey sent them both tumbling over the edge.
Chapter Five
The little minx had taken him by surprise. She tasted like heaven—everywhere. And those endless little moans and breathy sighs drove him crazy. In a good way. So much so, as soon as he finished coming, he stretched out beside her and rolled her into his arms. A luxury he rarely offered a woman after sex. But damn if she didn’t feel right curled against him. He traced an imaginary line up her slim arm, loving the feel of her soft skin.
She smiled, looking just a little spent. If Ramsey had his way, after a brief respite, he’d have her on her knees again.
“Do you want a glass of wine?” he asked.
“I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep if I drink too much alcohol,” she said.
“I won’t let you,” he promised. “But I have bottled water and juice, too.”
She kissed his hand, holding onto it like she thought he might disappear if she didn’t. “Did you feel good?”
He heard the slight tremor in her voice. On stage Madison Blake appeared refreshingly confident and in complete control of the crowd. Beautiful women often harbored some of the deepest self-doubt. “Yes.”
Dozens of men had salivated over her, and Ramsey remembered not liking how that felt. Not when he had his sights set on her. Not when he wanted to fuck her. Another unusual reaction for him. Women were like any other commodity on the market, if a man wanted the best, you paid for what you got.
But tonight she’d agreed to go home with him without a fuss. No dinner and drinks at a five star restaurant downtown, no ride in his Porsche, and little in the way of conversation. The chemistry between them had seemed proof enough of why it should happen. And she’d come to him wearing combat boots and a grin. Why did that excite him so much? Those worn out shoes were uglier than sin.
He gave her a squeeze before he slipped out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“To get that drink, sweetheart. You have a way of draining all my energy, I need to recharge.”
He padded downstairs to the kitchen and his cell phone vibrated on the counter. He checked caller ID in case it was an emergency. Nope, just Laura Denton, a woman he met at the Atlanta airport a month ago. They fucked in the executive bathroom. Somehow the brunette had sweet talked him out of his phone number. Good thing he kept a throwaway phone reserved for his one nighters. It kept things organized. The call eventually went to voice mail and Ramsey poured himself a shot of Old Rip Van Winkle, an expensive Kentucky straight bourbon whiskey. It went down smooth, and he filled the glass again, then grabbed a bottled water from the fridge for Madison.
The phone chimed to life again, but Ramsey ignored it this time. In the morning he’d probably have half a dozen angry voice mails to erase.
He returned to the bedroom and found Madison asleep. She had every reason to be tired, working two jobs. Instead of waking her up, he claimed the leather wingback chair across the way from his bed. He rolled the dark liquid in his glass, appreciating how tiny she looked curled up like a kitten. That mattress had cost a fortune, manufactured and shipped from a specialty company in Germany. He’d gotten it for this very reason, ample room to wrestle with his playmates.
Madison looked younger than tw
enty-six under the soft, recessed lighting. She could pass for eighteen dressed the way she was after her set on stage. He took a generous sip of the liquor; it mentally washed away any wrongdoing for seducing a nice girl like Madison. That’s what it took to make Ramsey feel whole, a generous amount of alcohol and a different woman in his bed every weekend.
After he finished his drink, he set the glass aside and wandered back to bed, slipping underneath the covers where Madison had settled after he left. She moaned in her sleep, scooting closer to his warmth. He let her, welcoming her into his arms. Something about this girl left him wanting more. Or maybe he should blame his lapse in judgment on the aftereffects of exquisite sex and strong booze.
Ramsey never changed. He’d lived by the same rules since he graduated the academy. Mix in a family curse, and it all made sense. As he pondered that, Madison’s warm hand closed around his cock. He instantly shut his eyes, letting pleasure take over. She milked him slowly at first, working the head gently, her smooth movements aided by his precome. His damned erection had never gone away really, not even after he exploded inside her.
He repositioned himself, tucking the arm his head had been resting on underneath the covers. If she wanted a second go, who was he to deny her?
After several minutes, he opened his eyes, catching her stare. How long had she been watching him? “I have a ferocious need to taste you again,” he said, inching down the mattress until his face disappeared under the covers.
Madison yelped in shock as he splayed his fingers across both of her thighs, forcing them apart. Her wet warmth tempted him too easily. Fuck. Burning up with more than simple lust, he yanked the covers off, exposing her to the lights. Ramsey needed to see the look of pleasure on her face as he licked her. Claimed her. Fucked her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk a straight line tomorrow. That’s what this woman did to him. Brought out the best and worst of his wolf-like instincts.
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