Mr One-Night Stand

by Rachael Stewart

The driver clambered in and glanced over his shoulder, his expression one of pure professionalism, as though they hadn’t a hair out of place...or several—

  ‘Where to, sir?’

  ‘Home.’

  The driver’s brows lifted. ‘Your home, sir?’

  ‘That’s what I said.’

  Then he hit a button that had the privacy glass sliding up.

  Was that stuff really private?

  She was about to ask when he took hold of her hips and swung her over his lap, the speed of the move sending a surprised gasp from her lips that swiftly turned to a moan as she found herself over the very hardness of him, her knees straddling him, her dress thrust up to her hips. He raked a hand through her hair and yanked her mouth down to his own, his tongue pillaging, his hands rough upon her thigh and her hair.

  Hooking her hands around his neck, she clung to him, desperate to keep their mouths connected while her body started to ride his clothed hardness in mindless abandon.

  Vaguely she was aware of his hands shifting, his fingers hooking beneath the dress at her shoulders and shoving it down, imprisoning her arms to her sides.

  He broke away, forcing her back so that he could look at her.

  Her breasts bloomed under his burning gaze, her nipples straining beneath the light padding of her bra. He brought his hands up to her shoulders, his touch now gentle and prolonged as he slid them beneath the straps, taking them down to meet the ruched fabric of her dress before returning to smooth over her shoulders and down her front.

  She bit back a whimper of anticipation as he met with her bra and then he slipped his hands inside, his heated palms brushing fleetingly against her taut and swollen peaks before they dipped to cup her, the brief contact an erotic torture as they begged for more.

  ‘So beautiful...’ he said softly, his hands weighing her in his palms as his thumbs stroked upwards, their pads meeting with her pleading buds and rolling over them.

  Pleasure shot through her, and she threw her head back as a moan tore from her throat.

  ‘You like that?’

  ‘Yes!’ she cried. The heavenly combination of his hands on her body and his hardness at her clit had her rocking wildly, and she could feel the tell-tale tension mounting.

  ‘I need to see you.’

  With those gruff words he took hold of the band of her bra and tugged hard, forcing her breasts to spill out. He groaned, his head coming forward as he closed his mouth around one stiff peak, sucking it back into the cavern of his mouth, teasing it and then releasing it to let his teeth nip, his tongue lap. He did the same with the other, one hand coming up to join in the attention, his fingers pinching and rolling, his palm groping.

  Outside, a car horn sounded as another torrential wave of rain pounded at the roof. The worldly sounds were a reminder of where they were, but it only served to take her higher, every bit of her becoming a tense powerhouse about to crack.

  ‘I’m gonna come...’ she moaned. ‘I can’t take... I can’t...’

  His answer was to nip harder, to drive her hips against him, to encourage her further, higher than she could ever remember being with any man. And then she was crying out. Her body was going into spasm as wave after wave consumed her. She heard him groan as he buried his head in her chest, holding her against him, taking each rock of her body until she was spent.

  With cheeks flushed, she made herself straighten, conscious of time passing. ‘How long do we have?’

  ‘About twenty minutes.’

  He traced a hand down her back and she shuddered at his lustful gaze. ‘Perfect.’

  ‘Is that so...?’

  She made an affirmative noise as she bowed to press a kiss to the bridge of his nose, his lips, across his jawbone... Reaching his neck, she flicked her tongue out and revelled in the salty essence of him, knowing he was overheating at her hands.

  ‘And why would that be?’

  His voice cracked on the last word as she cupped him, her fingers testing the rigid length of him. She was desperate to expose him to her hands, her gaze, her mouth...

  ‘It’s time enough for me to return the favour,’ she said, placing her hands on his thighs and slipping from his lap, coming to nestle on her knees between his feet on the floor.

  The car took a bend and she steadied herself using his legs, her fingers biting into his flesh.

  ‘Easy,’ he said, taking hold of her arm and using his free hand to gain purchase on the trim of the car.

  She smiled up at him. Christ, he was so hot.

  She wanted to imprint the sight of him in her mind, all dishevelled and feverish. The feeling of excitement at having him at her mercy, the heat of his grip on her bare arm, the cool air of the car keeping her exposed nipples pert and alert. Her clit had barely recovered and the throb was back with a vengeance.

  She dropped her eyes to his belt, to his zipper, the fastening taut as his hardness pressed against it. Her mouth salivated as she smoothed her hands along his thighs until they reached the object of her fascination.

  ‘You are truly beautiful,’ he said, the hand at her arm dropping to cup her breast, his fingers and thumb caressing her sensitised skin.

  The knowledge that he was enjoying the sight of her semi-nakedness was just as thrilling as his touch. She bit her lip against the resurging tension. It was his turn.

  Forcing herself to concentrate, she fed the leather of his belt through the loops. The metal from its buckle jangled as she parted it, the sound oddly thrilling, making her fingers quiver as she undid his button. Then, taking hold of his zip tab, she paused to look at him from beneath her lashes.

  ‘You can tell me to stop, if you want?’

  She was purposely teasing him, needing to have the memory of his earlier hesitation forgotten, obliterated by his total surrender.

  And she had it.

  He looked to her with almost pained ferocity, his expression dark and erotically charged as he thrust one hand into her hair. ‘Fuck, no.’

  She gave him a wicked grin, his impassioned response going to her head as she slid the zipper down. ‘That’s better.’

  CHAPTER FOUR

  BETTER—IT WAS fucking better.

  But then...

  It could hardly get any worse.

  Marcus threw his head back, his hands flying to the edge of his seat, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to push out the moral judgement threatening.

  He shouldn’t be letting her do this. They shouldn’t be doing this. When she realises who I am...when we have to work tog—

  Her fingers slipped around his cock, killing off all thought as his eyes shot back to her.

  Fuck, she was beautiful!

  Her green eyes, vibrant and captivating as they flicked between his own eyes and his crotch, seared him, blinding him to the reality of the situation and the gravity of it.

  She pulled him out and gave a small gasp, her eyes widening as she took in his entirety. Her open appreciation was like rocket fuel to his swelling erection. Then she moved her hand over him, her gaze wrapped up in the sight of him, and the heat surged forcibly to the head of his dick, his thighs trembling beneath him. He gripped the side of the car tight, his teeth gritted tighter.

  He was going to shoot his load over her any moment.

  ‘Jennifer...’ The effort of forming her name made him sound pained.

  But she didn’t even break focus. Her hold tightened and her dainty pink tongue flicked out to moisten her lips. The move was so carnal and electrifying he bucked within her fingers and she shot him a look, cheeks flushed, eyes hungry.

  A groan tore through his throat. Beautiful didn’t even cut it!

  She was still half naked, her arms restricted by her dress, her tits propped upon it and pressed together while she explored him, their darkened peaks luring him, the valley between tight and evocative. How h
e’d love to thrust himself inside that channel, watch as he jacked all over...

  Fuck! She’s going to be your business partner! She has no idea who you are!

  Salacious heat spread through him. He was damned. No matter that he knew it was wrong. The idea had now brought an erotic twist which swamped all else and had pre-cum escaping his swollen head. He looked down to catch her brushing across it with her thumb, its pad spreading it teasingly down the underside of his cock, her eyes marvelling like he was the best thing she’d ever seen. And then she met his eye, bowed her head.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  His nails bit into the car’s upholstery, his eyes fixed on hers, pre-cum seeping anew, and blindly she dipped to taste him, flicking out her delicate tongue and cleaning him like a fucking ice lolly.

  His glutes clenched. ‘Jennifer...’ he breathed.

  He was so close.

  She answered his plea with a smile that screamed smut and slid her mouth over him, surrounding him with her inviting wetness. The head of his cock collided with the back of her throat, blood rushing to feed it, and his mind turned dizzy with the heat streaking through his body.

  She undulated, circling her tongue the length of him as she sucked him back, her free hand slipping down between her legs to work herself at the same time.

  Fuck yeah!

  The sight had his cock ramming into the back of her throat and she gagged, the sound obliterating all remnants of his control.

  Releasing his hold on the car seat, he shoved his fingers through her hair. ‘Take it!’

  She moaned in response, the sound guttural, vibrating around his plundering cock. He heard her take a breath through her nose and then she sank, burying him in deep. He’d never felt anything so intense, seen anything so goddamn erotic. This redhead, on her knees, with his hands rammed in her hair, her cheeks hollowed out as she worked the whole of him throat-deep, her hungry eyes glittering as she watched him, her arm shifting frantically as she got herself off.

  He pulled her head up, the suction making his balls contract, and her eyes looked to him in lustful surrender, telling him to dictate, to drive...

  ‘Fuck, sweetheart.’ He drove her down over him, setting her to his rhythm, his depth.

  The cabin was filled with the smacking sound of her cheeks. In and out. In and out.

  He wrapped her hair around his fist, his other hand gripping at the seat-edge as he lost total sight of where they were, who they were. All he could see now were those lustful green eyes and that perfect mouth, his cock slick with her saliva...

  He wanted to warn her, but his orgasm ripped through him, its force blowing his mind as he held her head still, watching himself explode into her, her eyes sparking as she drank him in.

  She took his all like a heavenly drink, her mouth moving over him as her moans filled the cabin, her body rocking between his legs as her own orgasm claimed her.

  He didn’t want to blink, didn’t want to miss a second. He softened his hold in her hair, his fingers starting to caress rather than hold, his eyes absorbing the vision that she was.

  When she eventually shifted to straighten her clothing he helped her. She smiled at him, her hands slipping her breasts back into her bra.

  The brief sight was enough to make him wish he could go again. And he would go again—no doubt about it. Very soon.

  He knew that tomorrow would bring with it a hell of its own, but for tonight their fates were sealed, and he wasn’t letting her go until he had her in his bed and was buried inside her.

  ‘Thank you,’ she said, wiping her fingers across her swollen lips.

  Now, that made him laugh. She had him doing that a lot. ‘I think I should be thanking you.’

  ‘My two to your one—I owe you,’ she said matter-of-factly, pulling her dress into place and climbing back into the seat.

  ‘You owe me?’ Hell, he liked the sound of that. ‘In that case, thank away. I’ll be calling it in shortly.’

  ‘Thank you,’ she said again, softly, her eyes dancing as she leant in and pressed a brief kiss to his lips.

  His mind exploded with the image of her naked and sprawled across his bed. He was supposed to be righting his own clothing, and yet the desire to pin her back in his car burned through him.

  Christ, none of this boded well for the future.

  He zipped up his trousers in self-disdain. He didn’t do sexual distraction. Not on this level. And definitely not at work. But that was exactly what the future held.

  He was going to have to function alongside her for however long it took until he was sure the business was working towards the strategy he wanted. Until she was working towards the vision he depicted. It might be a fifty-fifty business partnership, but experience dictated that things went a whole lot more smoothly the quicker people came around to his line of thinking.

  Would she be any different?

  Fuck knew.

  Especially now that he had screwed her. Had let his dick get in the way of all good sense. All good business sense.

  Ah, hell, get over it!

  They’d had sex—simple as. He hadn’t known who she was at the outset. He’d tried to stop it. She’d pushed.

  She’d wanted nothing serious. And he had delivered.

  It would be fine.

  His gut twisted. It wasn’t fine. He’d let his libido get in the way of business. Hell, he was still doing it. He never let that happen. The moment he’d known he should have shut it down. Hell, he should be shutting it down now. And yet...

  Alongside him she wriggled in, and instinctively he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her up close. What the hell was he doing?

  She gave a tired sigh. ‘This feels nice.’

  Nice? Jesus, his lips actually twitched with a smile. She thought this was nice?

  He shifted back in his seat, testing his head against the curve of plush leather and finding it surprisingly inviting. Okay, so he could see the appeal...

  Had he really never done this before? Lain back in his chauffeur-driven car and relaxed. He scanned the roof of the vehicle, the soft fabric and the lights designed to soothe, and realised thet answer was a definite no.

  He shouldn’t really be doing it now either. Not when he could be catching up on emails, phone calls, the latest press releases in the technology field, or pondering the potential shit storm about to hit between himself and his new business partner...

  She gave a small sound, the comforting noise at odds with his inner wrangling, and he quit, pushing everything away but the feel of her body curling into his own.

  He would deal with it all when the time came, but for now...

  * * *

  ‘Sir, sir... Mr Wright!’

  The noise was incessant, as was the shaking pressure on his shoulder. What the fuck?

  His head shot up, his eyes flying open in disbelief. He’d fallen asleep!

  He pushed through the brain fog, registering the heavy warmth of his companion on one side and the chill attacking the other through the open car door. He looked to the hand on his shoulder and then to its owner, leaning in from outside—Colin.

  The driver met his gaze and promptly straightened, his hand falling away. ‘Sorry, sir.’ He cleared his throat. ‘When you didn’t respond on the intercom I gave you an extra twenty minutes. When I tapped on the glass and you still didn’t respond...’ He gave an awkward shrug.

  ‘It’s okay, Colin.’ Marcus spoke softly. He wasn’t ready to disturb her. She was so peaceful, curled up almost childlike against him, her breathing deep and even. She was out of it.

  How tired can she be?

  A foreign emotion curled around his gut, the force of which had his eyes snapping away. He was being a fool—they couldn’t very well stay there.

  He looked to his driver. ‘I’ll rouse Miss Hayes and then you can get off for the
evening.’

  ‘It’s fine, sir. I’ll wait and take her home when you’re ready.’

  ‘No,’ he said on impulse. ‘She can stay with me for the night.’

  If Colin was surprised he knew better than to say anything. Hell, Marcus was surprised enough for the two of them. None of this was normal.

  But then, she was far from normal. She was the Jennifer Hayes. His head spun anew. How could he have pegged her so wrong? He’d deemed her older, colder, nothing like the intoxicating bundle now hauled up against him.

  She had achieved so much, and yet there was no way she was even his side of thirty. He tightened his arm around her, admiration going to his head even while anxiety crept in.

  No, he definitely couldn’t let her go without explaining who he was, what he would be to her from nine a.m. tomorrow, clearing the air and dealing with the fallout.

  Goddamn you, Andrews!

  If he’d only turned up and done what he was supposed to then none of this would have... Ah, hell! He didn’t want that either. He wouldn’t wish away their evening—not if his life depended on it.

  But there was no denying it was a bloody mess.

  Next to him, Jennifer stirred.

  ‘Hey...’ He bowed his head to hers. ‘We’re here.’

  She mumbled and snuggled down further, teasing out a smile from him despite his creeping unease. A gust of cold air swept through the car and she wrapped her arms tighter around her chest but made no attempt to rouse herself.

  He looked to Colin. ‘Get the doorman to escort us. I’m going to carry her up.’

  ‘Of course, sir.’

  He disappeared off and Marcus turned his attention back to Jennifer. Settling her down on the back seat, he slid out of the car and reached back inside, his arms hooking under her. She folded into him naturally, her head dropping into the crook of his shoulder, and he was straightening up by the time Colin returned with the doorman.

  ‘Bring her bag, please,’ he said to him, and then to Colin, ‘I’ll see you at eight.’

  Keen to get her out of the cold, Marcus headed into the building. The doorman, complete with bag, beat him to the waiting elevator and swiped the card for the penthouse.