Bad Boys After Dark: Dylan (Bad Billionaires After Dark Book 2)

by Melissa Foster

  She laughed and withdrew her hand. He put it right back between his legs and pressed a series of hard, fast kisses to her mouth before unlocking the door. He practically picked her up and swept her inside in the crook of his arm and kicked the door shut. Then he captured her mouth again, kissing her so thoroughly it was all she could do to remain standing. Passion mounted inside her, backing up, filling every inch of her until she felt like she might burst. She struggled to keep hold of her phone, felt it slipping between her fingers, but she didn’t want to break their connection to set it down. Not when every stroke of his tongue promised so much more.

  She slid her phone into the back pocket of his jeans, and he laughed.

  “I can’t believe you did that.”

  “Shut up and kiss me.” She tugged his mouth to hers again, both of them laughing as they kissed, making their way further into his apartment. She opened her eyes long enough to see kitchen cabinets with no doors and gaping holes where the sink and dishwasher should be. “I think you’ve been ransacked.”

  “Remodeling my kitchen.” He kissed her again, guiding her through the living room.

  She stole a peek. “Your place is huge.”

  “I’ll show you huge.” He pulled her into another kiss.

  They stumbled down the hall, and she lifted his shirt. He reached over his back and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor.

  “Holy smokes.” She reached for his chest with both hands, playing over his taut muscles, not giving a damn about the awe she was sure was written all over her face. He had abs of steel. She could only imagine what the rest of him looked like. “Did Joe Manganiello complain when you put your head on his body?”

  He growled and pulled her into his arms with another rumbly laugh.

  “Wait.” She ducked lower and dragged her tongue up the center of his abs. “I had to make sure you weren’t Photoshopped.”

  “Christ, you’re a trip.”

  She was smiling so big when they kissed, she found herself giggling. Giggling! She hadn’t giggled in, well, ever. She wasn’t a giggler. His superpowers were at play again, and she didn’t hate it. They made out like horny teenagers, bumping against the walls and tripping over each other’s feet. When they reached his bedroom everything intensified. His skin grew hotter, his breaths deeper, and their kisses turned noisy and feverish. He pulled her shirt over her head as they crossed the threshold. Her cami went next, followed by her bra, leaving them both bare from the waist up. Dylan stepped back, raking his eyes down her body. Her nipples tightened to painful peaks.

  “Jesus, Summers.” He cocked his head, his eyes widening, then narrowing, and he pulled her vibrating phone from his pocket. “As enticing as a good vibration is, my ass is not where I need it.”

  She couldn’t help laughing as she reached for her phone.

  He lifted it out of her reach. “Naked.”

  She rolled her eyes, but the sight of Dylan wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans as he toed off his shoes was hot. He held her phone hostage, his gaze turning volcanic. He flicked open the button on his jeans, unzipping them slowly and revealing bare skin and a patch of dark hair. Holy shit. Commando. She stripped off her boots and jeans, and then her favorite lace panties, giving him the view he’d demanded as he stepped from his jeans and tugged off his socks. Her eyes dropped to his thick erection nestled between powerful thighs. She was so turned on she almost forgot about the phone.

  She lifted her eyes to his, but they were inexplicably drawn back to his impressive erection, and she heard him chuckle. Lord. She might have met a man who was actually better at this hookup stuff than she was. She’d already spent more time with him than she ever had with her quickies—and he made her hotter than any man ever could.

  Meeting his hungry gaze did nothing toward helping her focus. She felt herself being drawn in, and when the vibrating began again, it sparked her brain back into gear. She tore her eyes from his, eyeing her phone above his head, and held out her hand, palm up.

  He placed the phone in it, and as she curled her fingers over it, her world righted itself. Control feels good. Control feels right. He cradled her hand in his and began kissing her wrist, and her mind floundered again.

  She had to make sure her client from earlier hadn’t already been slammed by the press. Anything short of that and she’d let the email go…for a little while. Forcing herself to focus on something other than the slide of Dylan’s tongue along the crook of her arm, or the shivery kisses he was taunting her with, she shifted her eyes to the floor-to-ceiling windows on the far wall. The lights of the city twinkled in the darkness.

  Another kiss.

  Breathe.

  His hand circled her waist, bringing his naked body against her side. God you feel good. Breathe. He was so hard all over. From his chest and abs to his cock and legs. Breathe. Her phone vibrated. Oh God. He chuckled, moving his talented mouth to her neck, and she closed her eyes, reveling in hungry sucking on one of her most erogenous zones.

  “Drop the phone, Summers.” He fisted his hand in her hair.

  She shakily scrolled through her messages, trying desperately to focus on the screen, and not the way his hips were gyrating against her or that he was moving around her now, kissing his way to the back of her neck, moving her hair over her shoulder, and pressing his cock against her ass. He kissed her shoulder, his big, warm hands sliding over her belly and heading south to her inner thighs. Her eyes closed again. His thumbs brushed over her sex and she bit her lower lip, her entire body trembling as his thick finger slid between her swollen lips to her clit and massaged her with lethal precision. His cock nestled between her ass cheeks as his other hand sought her wet center, sliding deliciously in and out of her. Her legs weakened and her hands dropped to her sides. She was vaguely aware of her phone slipping from her fingers as she gripped his thigh, keeping him tight against her. He sealed his mouth over her neck, sucking as she rode his hand. Her legs and arms tingled as lust spread through her veins like wildfire, branching over her chest until her nipples stung.

  When he whispered, “Come for me,” she lost it, crying out and clinging to his thick legs for all she was worth. Her sex pulsed and tightened around his fingers as they thrust in and out, over the spot that kept her at the peak of pleasure so long her breath caught in her throat. And then his hand stilled, and she felt him lowering his hips, and his cock slid between her legs. Holy fuck, he thrust in and out, never entering her as she rode forward and back along the length of his shaft. His fingers teased her clit, and when he bit down on her shoulder, she crashed over the edge, bucking wildly. A stream of indiscernible sounds flew from her lungs. Never in her life had she experienced anything so intense, so unexpected, so shamelessly hot.

  Chapter Six

  AS TIFFANY’S BODY went boneless against Dylan, he lifted her into his arms, and she tried to push away.

  “I can walk,” she insisted, but he held tight.

  “You’re like a wild horse, unwilling to be tamed.” He laid her on the bed. He’d fantasized about this very moment last night, but nothing came close to seeing all her golden strands spread across his pillow and her naked body lying on his sheets. He grabbed a handful of condoms from the bedside drawer and tossed them beside her.

  She eyed the packets. “Overly confident, aren’t we?”

  He laughed and came down on his knees between her legs. “I told you I don’t do quick.”

  She pushed up to a sitting position and he lowered her gently back down to the bed, perching above her.

  “Don’t worry, Summers,” he said before kissing the edge of her mouth. “I have no interest in taming you. I like you wild.” He slid his tongue over the seam of her lips, and they parted for him, but he was in no rush to take what they both wanted. He dipped his head and pressed a kiss to her collarbone. “You can be as controlling as you want with your other one-night stands.” Damn. That thought made his gut knot up. He kissed her again in the same spot, then cupped her chin, bringing h
er eyes to his. Hers narrowed in defiance. She had no idea how much sexier that made her, and he’d had no idea he’d get off on it as much as he was.

  “But when you’re with me,” he said, dragging his thumb across her lower lip, “I’m the man.”

  Still cupping her jaw, he slicked his tongue over her lip, then bit down hard enough for her to gasp, stopping short of causing real pain. He drank in her shocked expression. “Too hard?”

  “Nothing is too hard for me.”

  That’s what he was counting on. “That’s my girl.”

  As he lowered his mouth to hers she said, “I’m not your girl.”

  “Keep telling yourself that.” He crashed his mouth over hers to shut himself up. Why was he trying to claim her? This was a one-time thing. She wasn’t his type, but holy fuck, did he love kissing her. His thoughts fragmented as his hands and mouth continued their hungry exploration of her body, kissing and sucking her mouth, tongue and lips until she was writhing beneath him. His balls brushed against her slick pussy, and her hands gripped his ass. Man, that felt good. She arched into him and reached for a condom. He was nowhere near ready for their tryst to end, and once he got inside her, he knew it would be over too soon. All night would be too soon. He finally had her all to himself, no phone, no distractions. He grabbed her hand and lifted it over her head, holding it there as he kissed her.

  “Not yet, sweet one.”

  As if on cue, her phone vibrated on the floor. Her eyes widened. His heart skidded. He could see her calculating, wondering if she could jump up and answer it.

  “You’re seriously considering it?”

  Her eyes darted toward the sound and she bit her lip.

  “Well, fuck me sideways.” He rolled off of her and waved a hand at the floor. “Who am I to stand between you and success?”

  Her eyes turned apologetic as she sat up and tentatively went for the phone, giving his ego a blow. Standing in a ray of moonlight streaming through the window, she looked like a goddess as she lifted her phone. He was unable to turn away, despite knowing he shouldn’t give her another thought.

  She glanced at him, nibbling on her lower lip. Then she walked out of the bedroom without a word.

  Dylan blew out a breath. Whatthefuckever. He lay back against the pillow and rested his forearm over his eyes, listening for her to come back and retrieve her clothes. He felt the mattress sink and went up on his palm as she crawled toward him on all fours, looking like his fantasies come true again.

  “I put it in the living room,” she said softly, as if she were asking for his approval. She pushed the condoms over to the edge of the bed and stopped a few inches from him.

  He gathered her in his arms and rolled her beneath him, gazing into her eyes. “I’m worthy of the phone being put in another room? Not just on the floor? How many guys have made that happen?” He was obviously a glutton for punishment.

  She dropped her eyes, and when she lifted them again, the vulnerable woman he’d gotten a brief look at earlier was back.

  “None. But in fairness, I’ve never given any of them a chance. You’ve already monopolized more of my time in this one night than any other man has since…maybe ever.”

  He pressed his lips to hers, seeing how hard that was for her to admit. “Why’d you let me?” He should shut the hell up and fuck her silly, but that annoying heart of his wanted to understand her better.

  She lifted one shoulder in a sexy, sweet shrug. “Stop talking and kiss me, or I’ll rethink the next ten minutes.”

  He laughed. “Oh, sweet summers, you have no idea whose arms you’re in.”

  He kissed her deeply, determined to show her just how glorious taking their time could be. He slid his tongue over her teeth, explored the roof of her mouth, and then deepened the kiss again. They kissed slowly and sweetly, then fast and rough, until her body was flushed and hot and her breathing ragged.

  And then he kissed her some more. He kissed her until her frantically searching hands relented to his pace, to his demand for a more intense possession. When her hands slowed and her fingers trailed along his biceps, only then did he move away from her mouth. He kissed his way down her neck, which he’d already developed an obsession for, especially the right side just above her shoulder. That spot sent her entire body aflame. He loved that spot. He laced his fingers with hers, pinning them to the mattress as he lowered his mouth to her breast, circling the rosy bud with his tongue. She arched up, making sexy, needy noises, her eyes closed. When he sealed his mouth over her nipple and sucked it to the roof of his mouth, she moaned, long and low.

  “Ah, my summer girl likes that.”

  “Yes. God, yes.” She opened her eyes, and when he flicked his tongue over her other nipple, they closed again.

  She was hiding behind those fluttering lids and long lashes, and as badly as he wanted to see all of her emotions, he knew with Tiffany he needed to choose his battles carefully. As he loved her breasts with his mouth, her fingers tightened around his, telling him with each squeeze what she liked and what she wanted more of. He hated to let that communication go, but he was dying to touch her. Slipping one hand from hers, he filled his palm with her other breast, sucking one nipple and squeezing the other. Her hips rocked off the mattress, and her back followed. Her nails dug into his hand. Oh yeah, he’d found another sweet spot. Hot tides of passion rolled through him as he discovered several more—the tender spot above her right hip, the sensitive skin just below her belly button, and his personal favorite, her inner thighs. Both of which he was currently devouring.

  She squirmed and panted, her knees falling open wider as he licked and teased his way north. He spread his hands on her thighs, holding them open. Her scent was intoxicating, and the sight of Little Miss Control fisting her hand in the sheets, her muscles straining with the effort, made him ache to be buried deep inside her. But he continued his torturously slow devouring, loving every second of it, especially her moans of appreciation and pleading whispers.

  “More. Pleeease. Dylan!”

  When he reached the apex of her thighs, he slicked his tongue along her glistening sex. She tasted sweet and hot and too good to hold back.

  “Dylan,” she begged as his mouth came down over her sex, and he took his fill.

  He pushed his hands beneath her ass, angling her up so he could take more and fuck her deeper with his tongue. She grabbed his hair, holding him there—as if he would want to be anywhere else? Was she crazy? Her thighs pressed against his head as he fucked and sucked and grazed his teeth over her most sensitive nerves, earning one lusty, needful moan after another. Bringing his fingers into play, he took her swiftly to the place she craved and was rewarded with his name sailing from her lips like a prayer.

  “Dylan—” She panted. “Don’tstopdon’tstopdont’stop.”

  He devoured her through the last pulse of her orgasm, and when her hands fell limply to the mattress, he sheathed his cock and came down over her.

  TIFFANY BLINKED UP at Dylan, trying to wade through her lust-addled brain, her body still quaking from the intensity of her orgasm. He had a gratified smile on his lips. When he leaned down and kissed her, the scent and taste of sex mingled with the scent and taste of him.

  “Eight,” she said breathlessly, working hard to fight the laugh vying for release. She never graded men. She barely gave them enough time to get in and get the job done. But something about Dylan had felt different from the moment they’d met. She needed the upper hand even more than usual with him, and she had a feeling that might be the only way to get it.

  “Eight,” he said flatly. His brows knitted, but his devilish grin told her he was up for the challenge.

  She sighed, as if she were bored, and shrugged, hoping to mask how badly she wanted to push him onto his back and mount him. He maneuvered his hips so the broad head of his cock rested against her entrance, and mounting him went out the window. She wanted this big, beautiful man to do the taking.

  “I would think moving the phone
to the living room was worth at least two points.”

  At least.

  She didn’t respond as he gathered her against him and kissed her with unexpected heartrending tenderness. Just as she had earlier, she melted against him, allowing his kiss to fill all the empty spaces she usually, effortlessly ignored. She never let herself enjoy a man like this, but she told herself it was only one night. Surely she deserved one night of pure, unrestrained passion. One incredible night of being treated to the best sex of her life by a man whose sexual magnetism was inescapable. A man who didn’t fly off the handle or bitch and complain when she handled work emails. A man who knew how to be a man.

  He took the kiss deeper, pushing his thick cock into her one delicious inch at a time, filling and stretching her so completely, she felt the entire length of him stroking over her most sensitive spots. When he was buried to the hilt, he drew back from the kiss, his gaze as soft as a caress as it roved over her face. Her heart beat wildly, and the look in his eyes was so intense and compassionate—so real—it made her feel vulnerable in a way being naked never had.

  “Hey there,” he said softly.

  The gentleness of his voice combined with the feel of him buried deep inside her unleashed a mass of butterflies in her stomach. He was unraveling her one word, one glance, one second at a time.

  “Hi,” she said breathlessly.

  As they began to move, he continued looking at her with warmth and longing that made her feel even more exposed. She curled her hand around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, trying to escape her own emotions.

  He drew back, thrusting faster, taking her harder, and it felt so incredible she closed her eyes.

  “Open your eyes,” he coaxed.

  She did, though reluctantly. She felt safer behind closed lids. He couldn’t see how his intensity affected her or how he was stroking her into a needy girl who wanted to beg for more, and worse, to tell him just how incredible he felt.