by Susan Arden
Well, he needed a great deal from her and, with only hours, there was no time to be shy. “Come here,” he said. “Some ground rules. I want you. For tonight. But I don’t want to hurt or scare you. Do you trust me?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” she said, panting a little.
“Answer me. Do you trust me, Alana?”
She studied his face and he could see she was breathing rapidly. “I do. Yes. I trust you.”
“Tell me a word. Something you could say if you wanted me to stop. We’ve one night. I know we could get pretty extreme, so tell me a word that means, no more.”
“Are you talking about a safe word? I think we’ve all heard about Fifty Shades.”
“I’m not joking. It’s important, and this isn’t play-acting.”
Her gaze lifted as though she were looking upward, and then she smiled mischievously. “Falsetto.”
“As in the operatic term.”
“As in singing out of range.” She cocked her chin, and he closed the distance between them.
“If you were a man,” he said. “Baby, clearly we both know the truth. One-hundred percent woman rocks your soul.”
Alana stepped backward, a magnetic move drawing him closer. “You know my range is on the lower scale. You said I could pick.”
He raised his hands. “Fine. Falsetto. Say that one word and all things stop. No questions.”
“Won’t we be tired tomorrow?”
“I think you’re worth it. You’d have to decide about the worth for you.”
“As long as you don’t bend this rule tomorrow. Then absolutely, I want you between my legs, Jonathan.”
He pulled her along the entrance, over the marble floors, past the living room, and into the bedroom. “Do you want anything to eat or drink?”
“Nothing. I’m fine.” She put her purse on the chair and unzipped one of her boots. “Are you going to get undressed?”
“I was too consumed with watching you.” He began to unbutton his shirt, his cock getting hard again as though he’d not gotten laid in a year. “Excuse me,” he said.
“Leaving so soon?”
“Not likely. Condom pit stop.”
“Oh, I see.” Stretching over her leg, she seductively unzipped her other boot, teasing him with a show of cleavage from the front of her dress.
Three syllables from her lips, and his pulse kicked up. “You sure you don’t want a drink or something?” he asked, forcing himself to walk toward the bathroom in lieu of picking her up from the chair and flinging her onto the bed.
“Tomorrow, some coffee. Nothing before bed.”
“I rarely come here, but the place is fully stocked. Make yourself at home.” He moved from the doorway and began opening and closing drawers and cabinets under the sink, looking for the box of condoms he’d arranged to be on hand for his clients. His staff had stocked the penthouse with every convenience imaginable. Impossible to believe the last client who’d stayed here had used them all.
Not a condom in sight. This would be the first time this problem existed. In this day and age, medical tests weren’t sexy and weren’t negotiable. He returned to the linen closet, considering all the things they could do that didn’t involve penetration. An expedition, if he lived to see tomorrow, would be similar to climbing Mount Everest. The urge to fuck Alana again bordered on jonesing.
Her sexy mouth would keep him satisfied, as he considered the possibilities of taking her to the edge. In that instant, he looked up and spotted the box of condoms. “Shit,” he swore, as if he’d found some lost relic.
Coming out of the bathroom, he faltered. The dress she’d been wearing floated to the floor and she stood up from the chair. Naked.
“You’re still wearing clothes,” she said, heading over to the bed.
“Not for long.” He flung the box onto the nightstand and ripped open his shirt, buttons flying out in front of him. He kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants, letting them drop around his ankles. Stepping free of them, he stripped off his boxers with his heartbeat hammering in his chest. Swiftly, he folded back the down comforter, and one last thing remained.
He tackled Alana to the mattress in what had to be a record in getting undressed and into bed. She laughed softly against his neck. Her sizzling mouth sucked at a point over his throat, her tongue teasing his skin, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her naked body. Pleasure consumed him, torched by his compulsion to get inside her.
“I want to see myself tightly fitted into your pussy. First, I owe you a little something and then, once I’ve paid my debt, I’m taking what’s mine.” He gazed at her breasts, beautiful and perfect. Languidly, he rubbed his hands over her body. He palmed her tits, squeezing each and thumbing her nipples.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“Suck on my breasts,” she said.
Her body was a work of impeccable art. The curve of her hips and tits, the soft V-space between her legs, each valley was flanked by sensuous shadows. A mystery he would enjoy exploring for hours. Or days. His chest constricted, and he put aside the thought.
Jonathan latched onto one erect peak, sucking on her breast. Her nipple hardened against his tongue, and he switched breasts, closing his mouth over her other nipple. He squeezed her incredible tits, moving from peak to peak. Tickling the tip of her breast, he lightly scraped his teeth over her sensitive skin. She bucked against him and, with the breast secure in his mouth, he had to touch her, knowing it would ramp up his lust. One night—that’s what this was all about.
He released her breast and repositioned himself, running his hands down her trim thighs and spreading her legs. Damn, her pussy was pink and wet, and his cock throbbed painfully upon seeing her in a well-lit room for the first time. “I wanted your lovely legs over my shoulders the moment you walked across that stage tonight.”
“Come here, then,” she said, lifting her legs and giving him a view of her glistening folds. He lowered his head, pressing his tongue tightly against her slick lips. He dragged his mouth across her, inhaling her sweet scent, and then he couldn’t hold back. He pushed his finger into her opening and began to suck her clit.
He fucked her, using two fingers. God, he wanted her to climax so he could thrust his dick into her and watch her stretch around him. He curled his fingers, stopping to watch her expression and gauging when he’d found her spot. Then he was merciless in delivering her to the brink. He needed her pleasure, and he returned to sucking her clit and alternated with nibbling her folds as she rocked against his mouth.
“God, that’s it. Never before has anything felt this amazing.” She tunneled her fingers through his hair and grabbed his head when her climax hit hard.
He plunged his tongue into her, his cock twitching, and his balls constricting, tighter than he’d ever been. Holding her writhing body, he sucked her juices until he was satisfied that she’d been taken care of. Then, it was his turn.
He pinched a condom packet between his fingers, tearing it open, and rolling the latex down his erection. The skin over her body had flushed a light rose-golden color, and her eyes gazed gleaming up at him.
“Baby, I’m collecting what’s officially mine this evening.” He rubbed his crown up and down her wet and swollen folds, teasing her clit, and then trailed the head of himself down to the mouth of her pussy.
Positioning his cock, he thrust forward, feeling his skin shrink over his body at the intense pleasure of her pulsations clenching around him. He pushed forward as she accommodated his shaft.
He’d intentionally left the lights on in the room, wanting to watch Alana’s expressions and his dick moving in and out of her body. She shuddered, digging her fingers into his arms, and she whispered, “More. Please, Jon.”
“I think I’ve got what you want,” he murmured against her mouth. He kissed her deeply before he arched his spine, hooking his arms under her legs, and drove himself into her warm, slippery pussy.
Her heat surrounded his cock and spr
ead over his body. Alana was pure nirvana wrapped around him. He rocked his hips back and thrust forward into her body, plunging deeper and making her cry out. Her sultry voice calling him spurred the tingling sensations building in his groin.
She was meant for him, the way she sounded, and how she moved against him. Deeper and farther he drove his length into her, giving in to the pleasure of her body. Pounding her pussy was heaven, so much that he moved faster and slammed into her hard, and harder, with each thrust. She pulled him down against her body, and rubbed her tits over his chest. Her body fit against him and around him flawlessly.
He was so close, and needed her to get there with him. “Baby, I’m ready to explode inside you. Move a little this way. Oh, Jesus,” he groaned, “that’s it. Just like that.”
Jonathan adjusted her hips so that he could have a different access, one that delivered a deeper penetration, and he resumed pumping, almost savage in slamming his cock fully into her. Hurling himself, he pumped so furiously that his balls slapped against her ass and his skin seared. Beads of perspiration lined his forehead and dripped down his face. Alana’s body felt utterly perfect under him.
“That’s it. I’m there.” She ground her hips against him, her muscles squeezing him, and he let go as she milked the cum out of his body. She cried out in that low voice that enthralled him, now ringing with ecstasy. Another shudder wracked his body, and he jetted a hot splash of semen in a rush of ecstasy.
“You’re an animal. and that was indescribable,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. He kissed her mouth, inhaling her scent, and pressed his forehead against hers. When he lifted his face, her eyes were sleepy with satisfaction, and he brushed back her hair, unsure what to do next. He cradled her in his arms, enjoying the sense of peace she imbued in him. He listened to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
“Sleep,” he said, his chest squeezing in wanting to claim her and protect her all at once.
“I thought you wanted to fuck all night,” she whispered.
He nodded. “I don’t know where the hell that selfish prick went. For now, get your rest. You’ve a huge day ahead of you tomorrow. Don’t worry, I’ll be right by your side.”
“We make a great team,” she murmured, snuggling against him as though her body were melding into his. Jonathan wrapped his arms around her, burying his face against her neck. He kissed her shoulder, staring out the window at the Music City skyline, and twirled his finger in his Alana’s fragrant hair. For the first time in years, he contemplated Nashville in a brand new light, one that glowed from the inside out.
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Table of Contents
Title page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four