by Abby Gordon
With a growl of rising lust, he joined in. She pulled her head back, both of them breathless.
“Let me touch you,” she whispered, fingers brushing strands off his face. “I’ve been dreaming about touching you for so long.”
“Really?” he wondered and her mouth explored his jaw and worked to his ear.
“Oh, yes.”
Her tongue licked along the curve and he moaned. Her lithe body vibrated with her chuckle.
“I lost count of how many times I watched the compilation video of your scenes in various stages of undress,” murmured Jessica. “And your latest music video? Whomever came up with the idea of you at the beach, coming out of the waves, has my undying appreciation and thanks.”
“It was my idea,” he lied, telling himself that Harry wouldn’t mind.
“Really?” Her glance told him that she didn’t quite believe him but would play along. “Then let me show you my gratitude.”
“I stand ready to receive it.”
A smile flit over her face.
“You’re standing now,” she said softly. Her hands went to his belt, quickly undoing it and going to the button and zipper. “When I first came in and you pulled me into the room, I couldn’t recall if you had pants on. Your chest is…um, mesmerizing.”
“I don’t think it’s been called that before,” he remarked, amazed at this side of her. “And if I hadn’t had pants on?”
Her head came up and he wondered at the almost tortured expression in her eyes.
“I’m not sure I would have been responsible for attacking you.”
Sean blinked.
“Attacking me? Of course you would have…” When she shook her head, he stopped and frowned. “Why wouldn’t you have been?”
“Because any man with your body who wanders about shirtless and pantless, even if you’d had underwear on,” she replied quite seriously. “Well, you have to be responsible when a woman attacks you and tries to seduce you.”
“Is that what you’re doing?” he wondered.
Her lower lip caught in her teeth.
“I’ve never done it before so I’m probably not doing it very well. Sorry.”
“No, no, you’re doing just fine. It’s a new experience for me.”
Blue eyes widened.
“Okay, now that I can’t believe.”
He shrugged, enjoying the way her eyes wandered his body.
“It is. Women seem to think I’ll do everything. I will and plan to with you, but this,” he reached out and brushed her cheek with his fingertips. “I like this. Now,” he caught her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “What would you have done if I’d just been in my boxers?”
“You mean, like this?”
She pushed his slacks down his legs and ended up kneeling before him. His cock strained the silk of his boxers just inches from her mouth. Sean’s breath caught in his throat.
“Yes,” he answered hoarsely. “Like this.”
Her eyes closed for a heartbeat, as if she was praying for courage.
“I would have been like this on my knees,” came her whisper. “Begging for you. For your cock.”
He shoved his boxers down, letting his erection spring free. His hands reached for her head and pulled her closer. Her lips parted and took in the mushroom head.
“Oh, yes,” he moaned. “God, that feels good.”
Her tongue circled, then flicked over the sensitive slit. His body jerked and his fingers tightened. Before he could step back, she leaned forward, taking more of him into her mouth. And then she sucked.
Sean shuddered then just held her head still as she gave him head. Her hands, those strong slender hands, wrapped around his root and gently cupped his balls.
“That’s it, baby,” he crooned. “That’s it. Take more of me.”
Despite his own pleasure, he kept an eye on her face. As much because he was close to coming as he could see that she was having trouble breathing and swallowing, he pulled her mouth from his dick.
Her expression of disgruntlement had his ego tripping. Few women he’d been with liked giving oral. He smiled down at her, even as he used his grip on her head to pull her to stand in front of him.
“My turn,” he whispered, his fingers already working the buttons of her black uniform vest.
Jessica weaved on her feet as he undressed her. His eyes were on her body as if he was unwrapping something special. The vest was pushed down her arms and fell to the floor as he worked on the shirt. Needing to put her hands somewhere, she rested them on his forearms. He tugged the tails out of her slacks and slipped the last two buttons from the holes. The shirt joined the vest, and for a long moment, he stared at her body. She shivered slightly while her nipples tightened under the white lace bra.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the tops of the cups, up the straps to ease them off her shoulders.
As his arms went around her back, his mouth traced a fiery trail down her neck, nibbling on her collarbone. Practiced fingers worked the hooks, and her bra was tugged away as his lips and tongue reached her breasts. She was bent backward, held up solely by his embrace, and closed her eyes, savoring the seduction. Sean’s mouth teased, nibbled, licked, and then sucked each nipple until it was aching and she was moaning in his arms.
While one arm held her up, the other stroked her back, kneading her ass cheeks, molding her to his body so she could feel his erection. His fingers worked on the side zipper and she caught her breath. The form fitting slacks were peeled from her hips and slithered down her legs.
“Oh, what do we have here?” he murmured, his fingers tracing her thong. “Prim and proper Jessica is wearing sexy things under her uniform.”
“I didn’t know you’d be here tonight,” she managed, arms around his neck.
“Mm, so you wear this every day, hoping I will be?” he wondered.
“Um, well, actually… Oh!”
His fingers had slid under the string in the back and were stroking her ass crack. She trembled, burying her face against his shoulder.
“Ever been fucked back here, baby?”
“No,” Jessica whispered. “I didn’t know it was so sensitive there.”
“Oh, it is,” he assured her. “But it’s your pussy I’m much more interested in.”
“The rest of my body appreciates the attention.”
“Well, it is quite…” He raised his head from her breasts and winked. “Quite delicious.”
When she blushed, he chuckled.
“God, you’re adorable when you do that,” he murmured. “What are you going to do when I bend you over the couch and fuck you?”
Her eyes widened at the wickedly sensual smile.
“You’ll have to find out, won’t you?” she dared him, hardly able to believe the words had come out of her mouth.
He hauled her completely against his body, and she couldn’t remember ever feeling so delicate. He was at least six inches taller than her and had at least fifty pounds of muscle on her.
“Oh, baby, you shouldn’t have dared me,” he warned.
A finger caught the string of her thong and jerked. She felt the tear on the other side and then the scrap of silk was pulled from her pussy. In seconds, his rough palm was cupping her, rubbing her clit.
Jessica gasped as heat roiled through her. And she gushed into his hand.
“So hot, so wet,” Sean whispered.
A finger slipped into her, probing, stroking. He pulled it out then a second joined the first. Again, stroking in and out of her. Perspiration covered her body as she trembled in his arms, whimpering as her pussy walls ached.
“Tight, very tight. Are you a virgin, Jessica?”
“No,” she breathed. “Would it matter?”
“I would make sure you were prepared so you didn’t hurt.”
Touched at his words, she turned her head slightly and pressed a kiss to his throat.
“I get any more prepared, I’ll be screaming my head off.”
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nbsp; Sean chuckled and then his thumb rubbed her clit. Moans and whimpers came from her throat. Her hips undulatedas her body became more desperate.
“Sean, please,” she begged. “Please, I need you.”
“Oh, you’ve got me all night, baby,” he promised.
“Sean,” she groaned as his fingers hooked up and found her G-spot. “God, please fuck me. Please, please, please.”
“Come for me, Jess,” he crooned. “Come for me, baby.”
God, she was so damn hot. So fucking sexy and responsive. More than he’d imagined. Giving him head like that? Wanting to touch him? And begging so sweetly for him to fuck her. But he wanted to see her come. Wanted to see her face. Wanted her to know her pleasure came first.
Inside and out, his fingers played with her pussy and clit. Head to toe, she vibrated as her body burned, the heat gathering where he fondled her. His other hand caught the back of her head. For a long moment, he stared down at her face, drowning in her beautiful, ocean-blue eyes. Those perfect full lips parted as she panted, breathless in her need.
“Come for me, baby.”
His thumb and fingers pinched, and he saw it in her face as her body bucked against his and stiffened as the orgasm swept through her. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as her hips jerked frantically. And when her head fell back, he covered her mouth to smother the scream before it left her throat.
Keeping his promise, he half-carried, half-dragged her to the side of the couch. He’d already moved the side table and put a condom packet on the polished surface.
“Sean?” she murmured, fingers in his hair. “That was…”
She gasped as he turned her over, bending her over the arm. He savored the image of her trim backside—lightly muscled back, strong from lifting and carrying in her job, and the heart-shaped ass. All she wore now were nude knee-high stockings and the black patent heels. He hadn’t thought that could be a turn-on, but it was. It was on Jessica. His hands stroked up and down, shifting her hips a bit, smoothing over her back to cup her breasts. Unable to resist, he pinched her nipples and was rewarded by her trembling.
“Sean, I…”
“I’ve got rubbers, baby,” he assured her, reaching for the square he’d already ripped open. “Lots and lots of rubbers.”
Braced on her forearms on the seat cushion, Jessica’s head turned on the silk material as he rolled the condom over his erection. His hands went between her thighs and he parted them, lifting her slightly. Sean met her gaze and smiled as his fingers parted her folds.
“I’m going to fuck you hard,” he warned. “I need this, Jess. I need to fuck you.”
He saw her fingers clench at the cushion as the head of his cock slid along her ass crack. Following his hands, the head found her pussy and pushed inside. Removing his hands, he gripped her hips and held her still. Closing his eyes to savor the feel of her, he filled her pussy in one thrust. Her moan filled his ears and he stroked in and out of her. All that mattered in the world just then was this. Fucking Jessica’s sweet, tight pussy.
Hard. Deep. Her slick walls tightening around him, trying to keep his dick in her. Her hips tried to push back and his fingers gripped harder, holding her still.
“This is me, baby. You just take me. Let me fuck you. God, it feels so fucking good inside you.”
Harder. Deeper. Faster. Had to take her. Had to fuck her. Had to make sure she knew she was his. Just his.
He almost froze at the thought, then as his brain grappled with it, his body kept up the fucking. He’d think about that later, much later. Right now, Jessica was here. Her sweet tight body his to fuck, fondle, and drive to every erotic height he could take her.
His balls tightened and his rhythm increased until he was pounding into her pussy like a trip-hammer. Her pussy clenched around him and he exploded inside her. The orgasm was intense, drawing him onto the balls of his feet for a moment as he rocked forward, pressing her further down into the couch. As his release pulsed, filling the condom, he caught his breath and let his upper body relax, resting on hers.
“Holy fuck,” Sean breathed, his sweaty cheek against her hair. He kissed her ear. “God, that was good.” Her head turned slightly and he saw her smile. Kissed her mouth quick and hard. “You okay, baby?”
“Absolutely,” she assured him.
Her right hand moved along the couch, lifted, and found where they were joined. Her eyes held his as her palm moved over his ass and pushed down, as if to keep him inside her.
“I’ve never been,” her eyes narrowed slightly, “Taken? Fucked? Like this.”
“Mm,” Sean murmured, his lips moving over her damp shoulder. “You like it?”
He felt her head nod. “I did. I felt a bit helpless, vulnerable. You could have taken me anyway you wanted and I wouldn’t have been able to stop you.”
“I told you I wouldn’t,” he reminded her.
“I know, but there was a bit of a thrill at the uncertainty.” Her fingers flexed over his ass, the top of his thigh. “I had no idea that being even slightly powerless could be so erotic.”
Sean smiled and lifted his head.
“You liked being powerless?” he wondered. “Helpless to whatever I wanted to do?”
Her hesitancy even as she slowly nodded was a huge turn-on.
“I don’t understand it,” she whispered. “But I did. I liked it.”
Ideas raced through Sean’s head. So many with so little time. He nibbled on her earlobe, loving the shivers and tremors in her body.
“Oh, baby, we’re just getting started.”
Chapter Four
Hearing voices, Jessica murmured, burying her face against the pillow. Such a lovely dream and—
“See? There she is.”
Her body didn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. She was certain her heart had stopped. It hadn’t been a dream. But now it was a nightmare. Clutching the sheet to her chest, she slowly pushed her upper body off the bed and turned. Andy, who had spoken so triumphantly, was at the foot of the bed, pointing at her, a leer on his face. His beady eyes moved up and down the sheet as if he could see her body underneath. Next to him stood his cousin, Sir Iain Lincoln, the owner of the hotel. With them was Stanley Windermere, the concierge, and just beyond them at the door stood Tom, with an expression of shock and regret.
Jessica sat there, silent. She couldn’t protest her innocence. They’d caught her in the bed of a guest. Sean? Where was he? Her head swiveled toward the bathroom. even though there was no noise coming from the room. Or anywhere. The clock on the bedside table read nine o’clock.
“He’s gone,” Andy mocked her. “Left you holding the bag. Literally.” He tossed her tote with her casual clothes in it onto the bed, then her trench coat. They landed on her lap. “He was bragging about his incredible night on the radio. It didn’t take long to figure it all out.”
Her mind reeled as a scream of betrayal threatened to overtake all sense. She had trusted him. Trusted him completely and he’d just left her. He’d left her. One hand reached out and caught the handle of the tote and pulled it to her. Why should she be surprised? Everyone she trusted had either left her or betrayed her in some way. Why should Sean be any different? Still, she closed her eyes and rocked back and forth slightly. She really had thought the night had been something special. That it had meant something to him. She’d have sworn there had been something in his eyes that last time.
“Nothing to say for yourself?” Sir Lincoln demanded.
“What is there to say?” Jessica whispered, opening her eyes and lifting her chin enough to see them.
“How long have you been sleeping with him?” Andy questioned, moving around the side of the bed.
Instinctively, she squirmed away from him.
“Just…” She leaned away, trying to get out of arm’s reach. “Just last night.”
“Sure. Of course, it was just last night,” he sneered, fingers brushing her shoulder.
“Don’t touch me,” she hissed.
“Andrew,” Lincoln rapped out. “Leave her alone.”
“Probably have diseases and…”
“Andrew, that is enough,” Lincoln called him to order again. “You’re fired, Miss Munroe. Security is outside and they will escort you off the premises. Do not return. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” she whispered, nodding.
“Tom made sure your last paycheck is in your bag, along with last night’s tips.”
“Thank you, Tom,” she murmured, meeting the man’s dejected gaze. “I’ll only be a few moments to get dressed.”
“You won’t create a scene as you leave or anything?” Lincoln inquired.
“Certainly not,” replied Jessica, shaking her head and looking at him.
Satisfied, he nodded and turned to leave.
“Come along, Andrew.”
“She says she won’t but how can we trust her?” His nephew wanted to know. “How do we know she hasn’t been doing this with other guests? And how long?”
Lincoln reached out, grabbed his cousin’s arm, and jerked him out of the room ahead of him. Stanley didn’t say a word, just shook his head in sorrow and disappointment before following. Tom stepped aside briefly to let them out then moved forward.
“Livingston didn’t say your name,” he told her quickly and quietly. “But it took Andy about ten seconds to put it together with the request for a nightcap. I don’t trust Andy to keep this quiet. He’ll be on the phone to the tabloids as quick as he can. You’ve maybe time to get home before they’re after you. Stop by the market and get food. Stay inside as long as you can and maybe this will blow over in a day or two.”
“Tom, I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I can imagine what you think of me.”
“I’m disappointed in you, girl,” he admitted. “And him. If he’d kept his mouth shut during that interview, or made sure you were gone when he left, this wouldn’t have happened. But he didn’t and it has.”
“And it has,” she agreed, nodding her head sadly.
“I made sure they gave you cash,” he added as he turned toward the door. “You won’t have time to get to the bank before the paps are after you.”