God, she couldn’t see anything. She inched closer, and saw the outline of him holding the object, then her gaze dropped, trying to follow. She heard the thumping sound of what appeared to be the candle hitting the mattress, or did it fall on his lap? “Where is it?” he asked.
She tapped the mattress, spreading her hand, searching. She bumped into a rougher material. His jeans. She should have stopped, but it was like her hand and her brain didn’t communicate, and she found herself touching his jeans, outlining the hem.
He sucked in a breath so deep she felt rather than heard it. She tapped his lap, until she ran into something thick, long and big. “That’s not a candle,” he hissed out.
“Oh, sorry, I thought it must have fallen on your leg.”
“That’s not my leg.”
Not. His. Leg.
Every part of her from her scalp down her core sizzled with raw awareness. She clenched her legs together, in an effort to keep her clit from pulsating its way out of her body. She palmed his massive cock, feeling a hot throb seeping through his jeans. A moan escaped her lips.
“Crystal,” he said, but she didn’t reply. She remained still, in a state of deep arousal. Had he lied about not wanting her? A quick burst of feminine pride washed over her. “Why are you still touching my cock?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
Crap. She should jerk away her hand and leave the bed immediately. Leave the room and if possible, summon his pilot and also flee the country. The thrumming of her heart pounding in her ears silenced even her inner voice, and her reliable common sense. She’d been somewhat immune to him because she’d never touched him. Aside from an accidental brush of limbs when they left the elevator or when she handed him a document to sign.
Now… she caressed his most intimate part. Butterflies did cartwheels in her stomach, and her nipples became agonizingly achy, hard, ready for him.
“Crystal…” he said with an edge in his voice, warning her of the messy repercussions of her actions.
“Yes,” she answered to his unspoken question, and to cement her decision, squeezed the bulge.
He pulled her close, and locked his lips on hers. For a moment, she quivered, the simple contact able to send her into a hazy overdrive. She parted her mouth, welcoming him with an abandon that surprised even herself. The moment his tongue collided with hers, she leaned into him. He kissed her with passion, and she paid in the same token. He shoved his fingers in her hair, the touch raising countless goose bumps on her arms. It was like… they were dynamite together. After their tongue meshed, their bodies plastering against each other, there was no going back.
She slid her hand down his chest, his hard muscles going even more rigid under her caress. She disengaged her lips from him for a moment, to catch her breath, and to her joy, he also huffed. When she reached his jeans, he growled. She opened his zipper and thrust her hand inside, needing to feel him more than she needed air. When she palmed his hot flesh, she moaned. She’d never touched a dick so freaking thick.
“Crystal, the right thing—”
“The right thing is to fuck me,” she said, not recognizing the need in her own voice. The palpable craving was news even to her.
“Porra,” he hissed the cussword she’d heard him use before, and kissed her harder, his mouth punishing her.
She stroked his cock, unable to stop it. She felt the underside vein under her palm, the rush of blood to the tip.
He stopped her exploration by switching positions, rolling on top of her. “I’m not coming in your hands, baby,” he said, and pulled her nightgown over her head.
He kissed her neck, and she arched toward him, ready to give herself to him until she was spent. When he ventured lower and caught her breast in his mouth… she clenched her legs around his torso, her pussy grinding into him. She felt like a reckless, wild animal in heat. He circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, and pleasure began to build inside her.
“God. I’m going to—
She never got to finish her sentence. He thrust two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy, and she clenched around his fingers, her slicked walls clinging to them. She trembled, as the bolt of pleasure charged through her. Tingles overpowered her, and she released herself, his fingers ramming into her. When her limbs loosened and her breathing slowed, she whispered his name. Or she meant to, but couldn’t register the sound fleeing from her own mouth. The climax had been that good. Unexpected.
Lucas continued to suck her breast, without removing his fingers from her sex. She bit her lower lips, enjoying the way he claimed her, with his hand and mouth. He moved his mouth from her breasts, licking lower and lower until he reached her stomach.
He French kissed her just above her belly button. Desire renewed, sending a wave of heat through her. She squirmed, moaned, and clasped his hair… wanting… more…
Lucas moved lower, tracing a sinful path all the way to the inner part of her thighs. “Deliciosa,” he said. He dipped his head and licked her most intimate spot. Then, he curled his finger inside her, teasing her G-spot. Tingles claimed her from top to bottom.
“So good.”
“Who’s tongue fucking you?” he asked.
“You are.”
“Say my name.”
She threw her head in the pillows. “Lucas,” she whispered, lost in a glorious haze, barely bringing herself to string the syllables together.
“Louder,” he insisted.
“Lucas,” she blurted, brushing aside her pride and self-preservation. There was no hiding, no forgetting who had just resumed licking her folds and working her clit. Lucas Grande. She’d deal with the aftermath of her mistake later. Now, she threw herself into a well of forbidden desires.
Her body contracted, then sparks of pleasure began traveling down the length of her body in both directions.
He climbed over her until he covered her body with his, and she felt his hot breath on her. Even in the darkness, she knew he watched her. He stroked her cheeks and jawline, his thumb outlining the shape of her lips. A shiver moved through her, and she shifted in the bed, arching toward him. Eager for him to claim her completely.
“Do you have any protection with you?” he asked, his voice coarse.
Protection? “I’m on the pill, and I’m safe otherwise.”
“I’m safe too,” he answered.
He kissed her neck, tracing a path down her collarbone. A tremor bolted through her, the reactions of her own body surprising her. She hadn’t felt so aroused like this… well, ever. The slightest of touches from him caused her internal temperature to rise.
He nudged her legs apart, and lifted them so her ankles pressed into his shoulders, giving her a V angle. She clutched the bedspread, heart pounding. He teased her with his thick cock head first, rubbing against her slick folds. Currents of arousal ignited in her pussy, and spread throughout her entire body. She yearned to touch him, to feel him, to taste him.
Lucas had other plans.
He kissed her foot, his warm tongue gliding lazily over her flesh, making her toes curl. Without stopping, he moved the tip of his hard cock into her. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes,” she said immediately.
He began to thrust the rest of his dick into her, and she gasped, feeling a rush of blood spread across her cheeks and neck. Whoa. He was enormous, thick, stuffing her to the max. “Are you okay?” he asked. “I’m almost all in.”
Almost? She thanked the lack of electricity otherwise he’d see what she imagined was a look of pure fascination in her eyes. Lucas had won the Cock Lottery, and she intended to enjoy the prize as much as she could.
When he drove himself deeper into her, she took a big intake of breath, contracting her limbs for a moment. Lucas Grande certainly lived up to his surname, and she discovered that in the most delicious way possible. Now… would she be able to handle all of him?
He kissed her foot again, maybe to distract her from the temporary ache zinging inside her. “Crystal,” he called with a touc
h of urgency in his voice.
“Keep going,” she said.
He moved inside her, and she threw her head back, reveling in the tingly sensation traveling though her. Her walls clung to his rod, and she began undulating her hips, wanting to give herself to him any way she could. His groan filled the air, telling her he felt it, too. Despite his experience where the opposite sex was concerned, Lucas growled for her. She made him hard, thick.
A renewed sense of empowerment washed over her, making her say, “Fuck me.” She’d never been so blunt and dirty, but with him she couldn’t be any other way. He brought out a naughty side of her she hadn’t even know she had. “Is that all you’ve got?” she said in a teasing voice.
A hearty chuckle left his lips and reverberated through her. “I’ll show you what I’ve got.”
He retreated himself out of her mid-length, and she was about to sigh with disappointment, when he returned, thrusting her to the hilt. Her clit throbbed, and she felt restless, moving her legs but he palmed her ankles and pinned her in place. His touch was firm, commanding, and strong. He spread her legs apart further, and continued a frantic dance of in-and-out, his heavy balls slapping her, his cock rutting her relentlessly.
She whimpered, tension pressing very low in her belly and threatening to burst. He slid his left hand down her leg, squeezed her thigh, then started an invisible pattern across her clit. Her blood pounded in her veins, strands of adrenaline traveling in opposite directions in her body. He intensified the rhythm, fucking her hard, as his finger flicked her clit. “God… God…”
“It’s Lucas,” he said, rubbing her clit harder, sweeping her juice over it. “Remember?”
He upped the tease in her bundle of nerves in tandem with the greedy plunges. Each time, stronger. Deeper, until her core exploded, sending ripples of pleasure through her until they became a powerful wave, washing over her, shaking her limbs and clearing her head.
Lucas’s release wasn’t far behind, as he began to pump her vigorously until a growl sliced into air and drove into one last time, filling her with a generous hot load.
Gently, he let go of her legs and aid next to her, breathing. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep,” he said, planting a kiss on her cheek.
Chapter 4
“Bom dia, senhor.” The waiter greeted him, with a broad smile. “Coffee?” he lifted the pot.
Lucas nodded. He needed a whole gallon of caffeine, and even then wouldn’t be enough to make him forget the previous night. Not that he wanted to forget, but remembering it was a huge liability.
He took a gulp of the hot black drink, and then put it on the table. He’d preferred not to wake her up, so he left her a note on his pillow and headed to eat breakfast at the outdoor restaurant.
Rays of sunshine illuminated the wooden deck, as a few tourists lined up around the buffet table to pick from a selection of fruits, bread, cold cuts and more. Lucas knew he should be paying attention to the ambience and what made this place either a solid or iffy investment.
Yet, his thoughts kept returning to how good Crystal’d felt in his arms, how wonderful it’d been to screw her tight pussy and to kiss her… her mouth was plump, her lips delicious. Why hadn’t he ever noticed them before?
Because she’s an employee. She was the most efficient personal assistant he’d ever had, and he blew professionalism off because of randy hormones. Hell, he’d even passed on wearing a condom. When had been the last time he didn’t glove up during lovemaking? About ten years, easy. He always preferred the inconvenience of condoms because they guaranteed his safety, and also one more layer of protection against unwanted pregnancies. He hated leaving that important part up to his partner.
He had reveled in screwing her bare, without as much as a thin barrier between them. He loved filling her up with his cum, making her thighs sticky with his seed. His blood pounded hot and thick. He took a bite of a buttered croissant. Where did these crazy possessive thoughts come from?
“Good morning,” said a female voice behind him. Crystal. His pulse raced. He was about to stand and pull out the chair for her, when she swiftly moved around to his opposite side and sat down.
She wore shades that didn’t let him study her expression. A white linen ensemble of shirt and knee-length pants covered the luscious curves he’d touched intimately the night before. She’d put her hair in a practical ponytail, but a few strands refused to be tamed and framed her lovely face.
Down, he willed himself inwardly, when his groins stirred with arousal.
He squared his shoulders. He needed to address the recent events if he wanted the slightest chance to keep her as his personal assistant. And if he didn’t want her to slap him with a sexual harassment lawsuit, a cynical side of him alerted.
“Crystal, about last night—
She tilted her head to the side. “There’s nothing to talk about,” she said, then took a bite of a ripe piece of honeydew.
Lucas scratched his chin. He searched for defensiveness in her voice, or even an accusatory tone, but no. She clearly didn’t want to discuss their rendezvous. In any other situation, he’d applaud her pragmatic attitude. “I’ll be the judge of what we need to talk about,” Lucas said, resolute in taking charge of the circumstances. “I acted out of character last night.”
“By screwing a woman’s brains out?” she asked casually. Her lips thinned into a mocking smile, and he had to curl his fingers into a ball to keep from reaching across the table and touching her. He’d love to punish her with a hot kiss and maybe a swat on her plump ass.
“By screwing an employee’s brains out,” he said with a dry voice. “I’m no saint, but I’ve made it a point to keep business away from pleasure.”
She nodded. “I understand.”
“I need for you to understand this. I’m sorry I behaved out of character. When we return to New York, I want you to sign a nondisclosure agreement,” he said, knowing he’d already emailed his lawyer and asked him to draw one up. This way, he could keep their one-night-stand under wraps, or she’d face financial consequences. He wanted to trust her, but he couldn’t take the risk.
“You mean I don’t get to brag to the other assistants in the break room?” She pursed her lips. “You’re no fun, Mr. Grande.”
“I’m serious, Crystal.”
“Alright.” She removed her glasses, setting them on the table. “You have my word, and I guess, my signature.”
He cleared his throat. It dawned on him he would never touch or kiss her again, and the realization squeezed his chest. “Good. Thank you. Now, let’s talk about the day ahead,” he said, venturing into a safer subject to keep his mind from straying back to glimpses of her. He hadn’t been able to see her naked, but he’d registered her form with his hands and the shapes the moonlight casted over them.
She took a glass of guava juice to her lips, and a bit dribbled out of the corner of her lips. The tip of her tongue licked her lower lip, and desire punched him hard in his core. He took a gulp of coffee.
“What’s your feel of this place so far?”
She dabbed her lips on a napkin. “They’re suffering from management problems for sure. Thank goodness power has been restored, but seriously? What decent hotel doesn’t have a generator? The staff’s English skills are poor. I tried talking to the housekeeper when I saw her in the hall this morning, and she didn’t understand me. Neither did her manager.”
“Most of the employees in this area barely finished high school. They aren’t fluent in English,” he grumbled. His father, who had been born and raised in the Northeast before moving to São Paulo as a young adult, was the exception to the rule. Antonio José Grande had been one of the few who achieved great financial success without a college degree. A self-made man through and through.
“I understand. I stopped by the front desk and even the clerk’s English was rudimentary. Since this resort isn’t part of a chain, I can’t imagine how foreign guests make reservations besides on the internet.”
He waved her off. “Well, nowadays, everything is done online.”
“Yes, but if they call the concierge with specific questions or concerns, they’ll be frustrated.”
“Training is certainly something I’m willing to invest if I take this on,” he said. He may have been brought up in wealth, but when his father almost lost everything because of his monumental mistake, Lucas had risen up to the occasion and not only saved, but grown the business, taking it to new heights.
“Wonderful. I scheduled us for an aqua aerobics class at ten.”
He suppressed a chuckle. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. They offer a class geared toward older guests and thought we could take part and see what it’s all about. Then, we’ll study the infrastructure of the hotel and take notes. We’re meeting the current owner for dinner, is that correct?” she said, slipping seamlessly into the competent PA role as if they’d never spent a night together.
“Yes. Eat up, you’ll need lots of energy,” he said, second guessing his choice of words the instant they left his mouth. He didn’t mean to add sexual innuendo into his voice. She raised her gaze to him, and for a moment, an undercurrent of desire flickered in her irises and she let her guard down again.
He held her stare, challenging himself to move and happy to lose the self-imposed battle. His heart expanded in his chest, and his pulse raced. Meu Deus, she was gorgeous. When she blinked and shook her head, the instant dissipated, with her glancing down at her food.
How come she had less to lose than he, yet she seemed the one with a level head about the tantalizing attraction? He knew her enough to know she’d decided to act against the pull between them. He had said he would, hell, he’d even proposed she sign an agreement to keep her silence. Why the hell couldn’t he shut down his body when it came to Crystal Fox?
* * *
“C’mon, guys. One more repetition,” shouted the overly enthused instructor, a petite female who wore cobalt shorts and a tight shirt with the resort’s monogram embroidered on it.
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