Between the Sheets

by P. J. Mellor

  Connor must have picked up on the clamping of her inner muscles, because he increased his tempo. What had been slow and easy, almost lazy movements picked up in speed to become hard, aggressive thrusts. Thrusts that drove her bare bottom along the dusty paper and pushed her hip bones against the hard flooring.

  Breathing became heavier, then shallow pants, puffing in and out in time with each powerful surge of Connor’s hips as he pounded into her eager, receptive body.

  They reached the climax together. Her breath caught. Connor let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a roar of completion. He collapsed. Their hearts slammed against each other through their skin and ribs.

  Connor wanted to speak, to tell her how special it was, how no woman had moved him the way she moved him. She touched him.

  He paused, his breath lodged. What they’d shared went beyond sex. Did she feel it, too?

  “Move,” she said against his ear. “I can’t breathe.”

  He adjusted his position but was determined to stay in their intimate alignment for as long as possible.

  Beneath him, she shifted. “How did we end up down here?”

  Embarrassment heated his ears. “I forgot to step out of my shorts. I tripped.”

  He braced, waiting for her to laugh at him or, worse, call him Junior again. With his penis still buried deep within her honeyed warmth, he didn’t know if he could take it.

  “Are you hurt?” She sounded genuinely concerned.

  “No, just uncoordinated.”

  Her chuckle did funny things to his still-interested member.

  “Your coordination seemed just fine to me.” She smoothed her hand over his buttocks. “But maybe we should go get cleaned up and check everything out, just to make sure.” The tip of her tongue traced the shell of his ear, making his whole body tingle. She lowered her voice to a husky whisper. “The bathroom is that way, Junior. Let me kiss it and make it all better.”

  Wiggling downward, she closed her teeth around one of his nipples.

  Suddenly it didn’t matter if she called him Junior.

  12

  Connor relaxed against the edge of the whirlpool tub and watched Andrea kiss and lick his eager cock. Oh, yeah, no doubt about it, he’d never been shown a house in quite that way.

  He liked it.

  But a part of him struggled to push aside the niggling doubts about her motive. He knew he wasn’t the kind of guy women fell all over. Not even close. His was the kind of personality that had to grow on people. For that reason, he had difficulty finding and maintaining friendships. And personal relationships were even more difficult.

  Was it unusual for a woman like Andrea Redd to fall into bed with a guy like him? Damn straight. But, as his grandmother used to say, every once in a while, even a blind squirrel finds an acorn. Regardless of the reason, at the risk of mixing metaphors, he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

  True, he’d never indulged in casual sex. But there was a first time for everything, and that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it.

  If he could just turn off his suspicious brain and stop remembering Bill’s comment about the possibility of Andrea being a wolf in sheep’s clothing. What did Bill know, anyway? It’s not like his friend had been any more successful in personal relationships than Connor.

  “Junior?” Andrea’s husky voice brought him back to his current activity. She looked up at him with a look that told him she’d just spoken, while he had been arguing with his too-logical brain.

  “Hmm?” He licked suddenly dry lips.

  “Where were you? I don’t like to play alone. If you’re not interested…” She began to rise from the churning water.

  “No! Wait!” He reached out, trailing his index finger down her perfect breast until he touched the pebbled tip. “I’m sorry. Please. Come back.”

  “Make me,” she challenged. “I dare you.”

  “Okay, I’ll take that challenge.” He slid his arms around her, tugging her down, closer, until he held her flush against his excited body, his hands palming the firm smoothness of her buttocks. “I tell you what. I’ll make you a deal. I bet I can make you come without touching you. And I can do it in under five minutes.”

  Leaning back to look him in the eye, she smiled. “You seem awfully confident, Junior.”

  “And stop calling me Junior,” he said, kneading her ass, the movement causing her to rub against him in a very pleasant manner. “You have to play nice and give me a chance.”

  In answer, she wiggled against him, rubbing her smooth folds against his erection. “The clock is ticking. Go for it.”

  Flipping her until her back was against the end of the tub, he moved to one side, placing one of her long legs along the edge of the tub and the other resting on his shoulder. “Relax.” His hands stroked up and down her inner thighs once, twice, three times, until he felt her muscles soften against his palms.

  They watched as the jets fluttered her swollen labia.

  It was very erotic, but Andrea still craved the touch of a man’s hand—Connor’s hand, to be specific—and, later, other male body parts to sufficiently get off.

  “Connor, this is all very nice and interesting, in a bizarre kind of way, but I—oh! Ah-ah-aah!” Back arched, her nipples tightened into painful points while the powerful jets pulled every last shuddering ripple of her climax from her.

  She slid bonelessly down, her head held above water by Connor’s strong arms.

  Effortlessly, he turned her until she was straddling his hips, the tip of his erection probing her vibrating flesh.

  “What do I win?” His hot breath fluttered the damp hair by her ear as he pushed into her, immediately setting the pace.

  “How about a deal on this house?” She was only half kidding but laughed along with him, enjoying the pleasant warmth filling her with each thrust of his hips.

  Too bad the house was unfurnished. She must be getting old. She could really use a nap.

  Remarkably, she felt revived after their bath. So much so, in fact, she managed multiple orgasms in the rest of the rooms of the beach house. A few times were even with Connor. Good grief, was she experiencing hormone surges? She truly couldn’t remember being so horny, so responsive. Ever. Well, certainly not in the last few years, for sure.

  Was it her partner, or would any penis have done the trick?

  She bit back a smile as she watched him bury their condoms in the flower bed by the pool. Such a gentleman. It was very sweet of him to be concerned about her reputation. Her breath caught as she watched him rinse his hands in the pool and dry them on the legs of his cargo shorts. Remembering how his hands had felt as they’d explored every inch of her body, she clamped her thighs together in an effort to staunch the moisture.

  No, she was pretty sure only Connor O’Brian could elicit the kind of mind-blowing orgasms she’d experienced. The kind she wanted to continue experiencing for as long as possible.

  Because of that, it was difficult to be disappointed by his lack of decision about a house.

  Her nipples tingled at the prospect of future orgasms as she continued showing him property.

  Hey, it was only fair. She deserved something for her time. Why not enjoy whatever she could get?

  “Are you ready to look at another house?” Damn, her voice sounded eager.

  He shook his head, and she tamped down her disappointment, schooling her features.

  “No, it’s getting too dark. Unless the other places have lights?”

  “No, they’re all empty. Unless you’d like to see an older listing, not on the waterway?”

  “Now, Andrea, I told you how I feel about that.” He slipped his arm around her shoulders and guided her back into the house, giving her shoulders a quick squeeze. “Besides, I’m hungry. How about room service back at my hotel?”

  Ordinarily, she’d hesitate. After all, she’d stepped out of the parameter of propriety. She shouldn’t compound it by going back to his hotel room with him.

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bsp; Then again, she wanted to spend more time with him. She wanted more sex with him.

  She wanted to make a sale.

  She wanted it bad.

  13

  Connor glanced at the clock by the sofa in his hotel room and frowned. The room service he’d ordered would be there any minute. Where was Andrea?

  Although she’d hesitated, she hadn’t seemed reluctant at the idea of spending more time with him. He’d assumed that would include more sex.

  He couldn’t wipe off the smile the thought elicited. He loved having sex with Andrea. The possibility of having it without the specter of house hunting attached could only be a plus. Enjoying harmless foreplay and the inevitable sex in the privacy of his hotel suite made the idea that much sweeter.

  “C’mon, Andrea, where are you?” He checked his watch against the clock. The time was identical.

  Andrea ignored the flush of sexual excitement as she folded the barely-there nightgown and tucked it into the bottom of her briefcase, along with her toothbrush and panties.

  She didn’t plan to spend the night with Connor, but if the opportunity presented itself, she wouldn’t turn him down.

  Besides, it would give her more time to get his signature on the contracts she’d had made up and also tucked into her briefcase. He’d seen several properties, along with two distinct possibilities. If he decided he wanted to make an offer, she wasn’t about to be unprepared.

  Pressing the TALK button on her phone, she said, “I’m ready. Bring the car around.” Maybe taking the limo to the hotel was presumptuous, but it made more sense than worrying about where to park her car, should she end up spending the night.

  Spending the night.

  The thought gave her pause. She’d never stooped to having sex with a client to get a sale but found it had been quite easy.

  After all they’d shared, sharing a bed for the night would be the logical chain of events in a normal dating type situation.

  But they weren’t dating.

  And, because they weren’t dating, weren’t really involved, except sexually, it made perfect sense to take the contracts along with her.

  It never hurt to be prepared.

  And speaking of being prepared…She glanced at the bag of sex toys Lisa shoved into her hand that morning. Did she dare take them to the hotel? What would Connor think?

  Then again, maybe it would sweeten the deal.

  She tamped down the niggling guilt. Men could copulate and conquer. They were heroes for it, while women who did it were entirely different.

  But she’d always enjoyed being different. While other little girls were playing house, she played office. While they dreamed of a family and white-picket fences, she’d dreamed of corner offices and limousines. She had more than a corner office now. She had two limousines. Yet the burning desire to excel remained. Like something was missing.

  Shoving the bag into her now-bulging briefcase, she strode to the door to meet the waiting limo, determined to stop thinking and just do and enjoy.

  Andrea swept into Connor’s hotel room like she was storming a boardroom, briefcase in hand.

  “You brought your briefcase?” He tried not to sound disappointed, but damn! The woman had spread her legs for him just hours ago and helped him christen every room of the house he’d seen. “I thought we were going to have dinner and relax, not do business.”

  With a secret smile, she strolled back to him, pushing the open door shut. The pink dress she wore was sexy as hell. Reminding him of cotton candy, it made his mouth water. His whole body reacted to her nearness.

  She sidled up to him, backing him against the closed door. “Hi,” she whispered, taking his glasses and laying them on the built-in entertainment center, then covered his mouth with her glossed lips.

  Even her lip gloss tasted sweet, he thought, returning her kiss. His tongue swept her mouth.

  Her body became pliant, melting against him, while she sucked his tongue. Her leg hitched over his, pulling her up and closer against his arousal, aligning their bodies.

  Panting, she broke the kiss, leaning back in his arms. “Did you order dinner?”

  “Yeah. It will be delivered in about an hour.” Good thing he’d called and changed delivery times.

  Grinning, she tugged on his waistband, pulling him with her as she walked to her briefcase. “I brought entertainment.”

  “That’s not necessary. I can get Pay-Per-View or—”

  “Hush.” Her hand over his mouth stopped him. “Not that kind of entertainment, Junior.” She dug around in a paper bag, then stuck something in the pocket of her dress. She pulled out three little jars and two paintbrushes. “For dessert,” she explained. He must have looked as confused as he felt, because she laughed and said, “It’s edible body frosting.”

  His cock tented his shorts, evidently liking the idea.

  “What else do you have in that bag?” He leaned over her shoulder, discreetly inhaling her flowery fragrance.

  “Flavored lubricants,” she said with a smile, “and a small assortment of, um, personal vibrators.” She shrugged. “And a few other things I have no idea what they are or how to use them. Maybe we could figure them out together?”

  He growled and pushed her hand against his erection. “I don’t think you’ll be needing any more personal vibrators than the one I have right here.”

  Laughing, she gave a light squeeze. “Oh, really, big boy? Bring it on.”

  With that, she dipped her hand into his pants, closing her fist around his eager cock, her thumb grazing back and forth over its head. Her other hand shoved his shorts and boxers to his ankles.

  While he stood with his family jewels hanging out, she laughed again and straightened. She untied the sheer pink shoulder straps, letting her dress fall to her waist. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which thrilled little Connor. Big Connor was pretty pleasantly surprised as well.

  Wiggling, she pushed her dress over her hips and stepped out, laying it on the arm of the sofa. “I don’t want to get any frosting on it,” she explained.

  “Oh, well, then, you should probably take off your panties, too.” He pulled his shirt over his head and grinned when he saw she’d already divested herself of her underwear.

  Shaking a small can, she advanced on him. Her warm mouth kissed his lips, his throat, his chest. She dropped to her knees, working her way down his body with light, teasing kisses.

  His breath caught when she ran the tip of her tongue over the head of his penis.

  Eyes bright, she grinned up at him, then liberally squirted a pink-whipped-cream-looking substance from the base of his penis to its head and then proceeded to lick it off.

  He locked his knees to remain upright, his eyes glued to the erotic scene of the sexiest woman on Earth on her knees pleasuring him with her mouth.

  “Mmm,” she said as she licked the last remnants from his erection. “More.” She squirted again, covering the head of his penis, then swirling it around and over her nipples, spreading the sweet-smelling goo.

  Muscles vibrating, he thrust his slick cock between her breasts, reveling in the feel of slippery skin against slippery skin. Just as his tempo increased, the muscles in the backs of his legs tightening, she stopped and stood up.

  “Your turn.” She made elaborate flowerettes of the whipped stuff on each breast before offering them up to his nearly drooling mouth.

  Cherries. The stuff tasted like silky cherries, warming his lips as they closed over her breast. While he sucked and licked every bit of the fluffy concoction from her, she moaned, leaning into him, rubbing her moisture against his thigh.

  Suddenly, cool air surrounded him.

  Andrea walked back to her bag of tricks and pulled out a little vial. It looked a little like perfume when she tilted it and dripped a few drops onto her fingers.

  The smell of pineapple filled the sitting area.

  Her hand skimmed down her body, leaving an oily trail, before she palmed her folds, slicking them with the scented
oil.

  Not waiting for an invitation, he dropped to his knees in front of her, burying his face between her legs, inhaling the sweet scent as his tongue delved into her folds for a taste.

  Her thigh muscles vibrated against his ears. She moaned when he smoothed his hand around her slick cheeks, probing her with his fingers until she tilted her hips for greater access.

  Her excitement filled his mouth, sweetening the pineapple flavor of the oil. She stumbled back but he caught her, laying her against the sofa cushions, her legs spread wide, her feet resting against the legs of the coffee table while he continued to feast.

  She whimpered as more moisture surged and tried to shove him away. He easily pushed her hands away, delving deep with his tongue to drink the last of her nectar.

  Their labored breathing echoed from the walls. He sat back on his heels, unable to look away from the glistening folds.

  Slowly, as though waking from a sated dream, she sat up and smiled.

  At that moment, realization hit him squarely between the eyes. He loved her.

  14

  “What’s wrong?” Her smile slid from her face. “Connor? Are you okay?”

  “Hmm? Oh, yeah.” He dragged his finger along her moist folds, eliciting another moan from Andrea. “Just thinking that was a hell of an appetizer.”

  Grinning, she slid from the couch to kneel between his spread legs, gripping his still rock-hard erection. “How about a second helping?” She drew the head of his penis around and up and down her slickness, causing his hips to buck, seeking more.

  Getting her feet under her, she raised herself until she was able to tease his tip with her hot opening, going around and around, dipping just barely into her wet heat, then withdrawing.

  When he began to flex again, pulling her closer, her hand against his abdomen held him away from fully entering her.

  “Hold that thought. We need a condom.”

  Knock. Knock. Knock. “Room service.”

  Connor closed his eyes and took a deep breath.