One Hot December (Mills & Boon Blaze) (Men at Work, Book 3)

by Tiffany Reisz

  “Solve it, then. I’d love to see your solution.”

  “Am I allowed to stand up?” she asked.

  “You are right now. You’ll be on your knees again before the night’s over, though.”

  “I’ll consider myself warned.”

  She stood up and pulled her T-shirt off, dropping it on the floor at his feet. She wore a black lace bra under her white shirt, another thing she did that drove him wild. The bra came off in a second and landed at his feet to join her shirt. Her nipples were hard already, dark with desire. He caught one in his mouth when she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself while kicking off her shoes. Once he had his mouth on her nipple she froze, letting him suck her as hard as she’d sucked him. He held her by the hips as he ran his tongue in circles around her aureole before catching her nipple between his lips again and drawing it into his mouth. She sighed blissfully and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to him. He took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed them, lightly at first and then harder. Her back arched into his palms. A warm scent of arousal and baby oil rose off her body, a unique mix that had him burying his face in the valley between her breasts and inhaling deep.

  She kissed the top of his head.

  He felt it, soft as a butterfly landing and taking off again an instant later, but it could have been a brick for how hard the tenderness of it hit him.

  “You aren’t like this with anyone else, are you?” she asked so softly someone standing in the corner of the room might not have heard her.

  “Only you,” he said. “I didn’t even know I wanted it like this until you. Until you told me how you liked it.”

  “You knew. You just didn’t want to know.”

  “It scares me a little,” he confessed, a hard thing for a man to say to any woman, especially to the one woman whose good opinion mattered more than anything to him. She brought out an animal side of him he’d never let out of its cage before, and since that night, he hadn’t been able to put it back.

  “Don’t be afraid,” she said. “I’ll protect you.”

  Their eyes met and she caressed his left cheek with her knuckles. The expression on her face was one of utter adoration. If he hadn’t known better, he might have thought it was love.

  He latched on to her nipple again, sucking hard while he roughly pushed her jeans and panties down her thighs. She stepped back, kicked them off her ankles, and he ran his hands hard up and down her back, scoring her smooth skin with his fingernails. Her back arched into his mouth and her fingers clutched at his shirt. Without warning her first, he stopped and stood up. He moved behind her and pushed her forward, bending her over the bed. With his knees he nudged her legs apart and made her stand there, spread out for him, on display.

  “Are you wet?” he asked as he laid his hand on her hip and rubbed her naked thigh and perfect ass.

  “I can answer that question with a question.”

  “What question?”

  “Are you in the room with me?”

  “So that’s a yes,” Ian said. Still...it didn’t hurt to find out for himself, firsthand. He touched the lips of her vagina and found them hot and swollen to the touch. Gently he teased them with light touches before spreading them apart and looking at her hole. He ran one fingertip around her, feeling the wetness, how slick she was, how hot and ready for him.

  “Please, Ian,” she said. She’d buried her face in her crossed arms on the pillow on his bed but he could hear the desperation in her voice loud and clear.

  “Please what?” he asked. “Please this?” He pushed two fingers deep inside her. The sound that came out of her shook the rafters. He wanted to hear it again so he spread his fingers apart inside her, opening her wide. Again she made that sound, the combination of a sigh and a groan. He spread her open again, feeling her inner muscles clenching and contracting as he touched sensitive spots inside her. He pushed in as deep as he could with the tips of his two fingers, making her feel him in the pit of her stomach, making her feel things she’d only ever feel with him so that even if she left him, ran away from him and this—whatever it was—she would remember how he made her feel and she would come back to him to feel it again and again and again because he was the one man who could give it to her.

  Flash gave a little cry as he pushed in a third and fourth finger into her body. He felt the muscles twitch and flinch around his hand.

  “Ian...”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “I need to come so much it hurts.”

  “You need my cock.” Not a question, a statement of fact. She didn’t dispute it.

  “Yes.”

  “I like it when you need my cock this much. But if I give it to you, then you won’t want it anymore when I’m done.”

  “I can promise you this—I’ll always want it.”

  He took his cock in his hand and pressed it against her wet cleft but didn’t enter her. That would be too easy for her, too quick to give her what she wanted. Instead he simply let her feel it. She pushed her hips back against him and his eyes briefly rolled back in his head at the unexpected rush of electric pleasure that ran from his cock up his spine and down again. He nearly lost control and slammed all eight inches of him into her right then and there.

  “You make me want to do very bad things to you,” he said.

  She laughed softly, seductively. He nearly came from that sound alone.

  “Good.”

  “You’re a bad influence on me,” he said, rubbing the throbbing tip of his penis against her labia.

  “Oh, no. What if your daddy tells us we can’t play together anymore?”

  “There are worse things in life than being an orphan.”

  When she tried to laugh, Ian stopped her by sticking his fingers in her again. The laugh turned to a gasp. She buried her face in her arms again and made soft noises as he stroked her inside. He couldn’t get enough of her. When he took his fingers out he licked her wetness off them. She tasted both sweet and bitter and Ian knew, before long, he would bury his tongue inside her to taste every drop.

  But first he had to fuck her or they were both going to die from the need.

  He left her bent over the bed to retrieve the condoms from the side table drawer.

  “You keep handcuffs in there, too?” Flash asked.

  “No. Should I?”

  “Just trying to figure out what to get you as a Hanukkah gift.”

  Ian walked to her, laid his hand on her lower back and stroked her from the base of her spine to her neck and down again.

  Ian pulled off his T-shirt and yanked down his jeans, kicking them to the corner of the room where he hoped they would remain for all night. Even better, all year.

  He rolled on the condom and opened her up again with his fingers. She pushed back against his hand again, signaling how much she wanted him. As if he didn’t know already.

  “Crawl forward on the bed,” he said. “But stay on your stomach.”

  She did as he instructed, lying prone on his black sheets. He grabbed his thickest pillow and lifted her up by the hips, placing it under her pelvis.

  “Comfortable?” he asked.

  “Very.”

  “Good. Stay comfortable. You’re going to be there awhile.”

  He loved that he could say stuff like that to her without scaring her or offending her. He’d been shocked by how easily it came to him when she told him what she liked, more shocked by how much he’d missed it when it was gone.

  When he had her in position, her body open to him, her back arched in eagerness, he entered her slowly, an inch at a time. He wasn’t trying to tease her so much as he wanted to go slow, relish every second of sliding his cock into her again for the first time since that night, that wild night, that perfect night. He sighed with unab
ashed pleasure as he filled her. Flash moaned as he went deep, a sound he wanted to burn into his ears so he could hear it every day of his life. He leaned forward and grasped her by the shoulders and started to thrust. She was burning hot all around him and soft, too, so soft and welcoming he felt like his cock was being enveloped by her body, pulled in deeper and held.

  “Tell me how it feels,” he said.

  “So good.”

  “You can do better than that. I was specific.”

  “You’re thick,” she said.

  “Rude.” He playfully swatted her ass and she yelped in pain.

  “Your cock is thick,” she said.

  “I knew what you meant. I just wanted an excuse to slap your ass. Not that I need an excuse.”

  “Never.”

  “Go on. This is getting interesting,” he said. “My cock is thick and...”

  “It stretches me out when it’s first inside me.” She turned her head to the side so he could see her face and hear her better. “It’s something almost like pain but it’s not actual pain. It’s sharp like pain, intense like pain, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s the opposite of hurting.”

  “Fascinating. And...?”

  She grinned, and he could tell she was having as much fun with this game as he was. That’s how she’d explained it to him when they’d been making out like horny teenagers in the elevator of his building that night on the way up to his apartment.

  Play a game with me tonight, Ian. Here are the rules. You tell me anything and everything you want me to do or say and I’ll do it and I’ll say it.

  That’s the game? he’d asked. How do we know who wins?

  She answered with the sexiest smile he’d ever seen—That’s the best part about the game. If we both play, we both win...

  “My pussy wants to push it out when you start pushing it in. I can feel the muscles tightening so I have to breathe to keep from bearing down and squeezing. But once you’re all the way in me, it’s like my muscles are trying to keep you in.”

  “I can feel it,” he said, thrusting slowly as they spoke. Just hearing her talk about his cock inside her was bringing him right to the edge of orgasm. But he squeezed her sculpted shoulders, breathed shallow breaths and focused on her.

  “Does it feel good?” she asked.

  “Your pussy holding my cock inside you? Yeah, you could say it feels kind of good.”

  She grinned again. He was falling in love with that grin. Making her smile that big was nearly as sexy as hearing her talk about his cock.

  “I’m glad it feels good on your cock. I want my body to make you happy. Yours makes me happy. And relieved.”

  “Relieved?”

  “You pushing your cock in me for the first time in six months? I’d say ‘profound fucking relief” is one way to explain it. You know that feeling when you’ve been standing for almost eight straight hours and your legs are aching and your back is tired and your feet hurt and then you sink into the most comfortable soft leather chair in the world and you groan it feels so good to finally get to sit down?”

  “I know that feeling.”

  “It’s just like that but inside my vagina.”

  Ian laughed. Flash was tough and she wasn’t easy to impress, but damn, she knew how to pay a guy a compliment.

  “You miss this.” He punctuated the sentence with a long deep thrust.

  “Every day,” she sighed. “Every day and every night.”

  Ian leaned forward and kissed her between her shoulder blades. He loved fucking her while she lay on her stomach not only because of how dominant he felt in the position but because how beautiful her back was. She had a full-back tattoo, ink from her shoulders to her hips in the form of the night sky with the moon, stars and the Orion constellation. It was a work of art, lovely in its simplicity, strange in its reversal of colors. On Flash’s back, the sky was her pale skin and the stars were black ink, not the other way around.

  “Ian...” she sighed as he kissed the back of her neck. He loved her short hair, loved how it gave him such easy access to her neck and earlobes. Her scent was addictive, her taste intoxicating. He was so aroused he ached from his thighs to his stomach. The tension was unbearable but he bore it because he wasn’t ready to let go of it yet. He was rock hard inside her and he could come any second. But still he held back, waiting, wanting to stay inside of her as long as he could. He rode her hard, his hands on her back to steady himself while he thrust into her. She was soaking wet. He could hear it, feel it... She was soaking his pillow. He’d sleep on that pillow tonight just to breathe the scent of her.

  “How do you want it?” he asked her.

  “You know how,” she said softly. He did and he was more than happy to oblige. When his hips were at the tightest, his cock so hard it hurt, he pulled out of her and rolled the condom off and tossed it. With his left hand holding her left hip, he stroked himself with his right hand. He pumped his hips into his own fingers, pushing and pushing, the tension building to the breaking point. And then finally...at last...he let it break.

  With a gasp, he came, semen spurting onto her back as waves of pleasure rolled through him, knocking the breath out of him. After the last spasm of release shot through him, he sat forward on his hands and knees, his head hanging between his arms as he caught his breath. When his vision cleared, he looked down and saw her beautiful back that he had marked.

  “I added to your decor,” he said between breaths.

  “Does my night sky look like the Milky Way now?”

  “You’re so gross,” he said, laughing.

  “You know you love it.”

  “I do. Flip over.”

  “I’ll get it all over your sheets.”

  “Do as you’re told,” he said, slapping her ass again. She obeyed at once, turning onto her back and lying flat underneath him. He dropped his head to suck her nipples again. She arched her breasts into his mouth and he sucked steadily as he sought her clitoris with his fingertips. It was easy to find, not only because she was so swollen but because she had a piercing there. He gently tugged the metal bar of her piercing and Flash flinched with pleasure, gasping his name. He rubbed the swollen knot of flesh in slow circles while licking her breasts. That knot throbbed and pulsed and he couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head between her thighs and lapping at it with his tongue. It only took seconds to get her there. Her hips rose off the bed and she came with a loud cry. Ian kissed his way up her body, lingering over her hips and stomach and breasts.

  “Are you done for?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  “Take a breather. You’ve earned it. I’ll keep playing.”

  She nodded again, the slightest smile on her lips. She loved letting him use her body. She’d told him that six months ago and the words Use my body and my holes any way you want, Ian still rang in his ears.

  He carefully straddled her stomach and sat on her hips. He took her breasts in his hands and massaged them, squeezed them, palmed them and lifted them while she lay there with her eyes closed, recovering.

  “You enjoyed that,” he said.

  “You know I did.”

  “What should I do to you now? So many options. I could fuck you again, eat you out, make you go down on me... I’m open to suggestions.”

  “You did promise me dinner and a beer yesterday,” she said. “I didn’t get my pub food or my beer and you just fucked me right through the dinner hour.”

  “Typical. Just typical,” he said with a sigh as he climbed off her and grabbed his jeans off the floor. As soon as she’d mentioned dinner, his stomach reminded him he hadn’t eaten in hours. “All you women think about is sex and food and beer. What about my needs, Flash?”

  “What are your needs?”

  “Beer and food,” he said. “So get your ass in gear
.”

  “Yes, boss.” She climbed out of bed, wincing and smiling in that order. “You’re buying, right?”

  “I can answer that question with a question.” He paused to kiss her on the mouth because there was nothing sexier than kissing a beautiful naked woman who’d just crawled out of his bed.

  “What’s the question?”

  “Are you spreading for me again later?” he asked.

  She smiled.

  “Dinner’s on you,” she said.

  6

  FLASH TOOK A last swallow of her stout and put the beer glass down on the table with a definitive thunk.

  “I’m done,” she said.

  “After two?” Ian shook his head in playful disgust.

  “You want me to spread for you later, two is my limit. I need to be awake for that.”

  He shrugged. “You don’t need to be awake for it. Technically.”

  Flash laughed so hard she snorted, which made her laugh even harder. The way Ian had said “technically” had hit her funny bone. She would blame the beer. Yeah, probably the beer. He handed her a napkin since she was clearly in danger of something weird coming out of her nose and she muttered a nasal “Thank you” as she pulled herself together.

  “That was a horrible thing to say, wasn’t it?” he said, grinning and clearly proud of himself for making her snort-laugh. “Please don’t tell HR I said that.”

  “Never.”

  “I had a girlfriend once tell me during sex, ‘If I fall asleep you can keep going. I don’t mind.’ We broke up shortly after that. You okay?”

  “Fine. Sorry,” she said, putting the beer glass far away from her reach. “Had a little dork moment there.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” Ian said, smiling. “It’s good to see you being a dork. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

  “Of course I have it in me.”

  “You’re so much cooler than I am, it’s depressing,” he said.

  She rolled her eyes and sat back in their booth at the pub. They’d both eaten so much greasy pub food there was a very good chance that the next round of sex would need to be delayed an hour or two. Sex was like swimming, Ian had said. You have to wait at least twenty minutes after eating before you get back in the pool—or the pussy—as the case may be.