She sighed, biting down on that plump bottom lip, hesitant. Uncertain. “I still have to make sure things are settled once everyone is gone,” she said, flashing a look to the large ballroom still overflowing with people.
I motioned to the bartender to bring her a drink. “Seeing as I was the evening’s most generous donor, that must entitle me to a drink with the prettiest woman in the room?”
She gave me a serious expression and then she laughed. “You can’t help it, can you?”
“What?” I asked genuinely.
“The charm? I thought maybe it was just part of the playboy act, but it’s not is it?” She shook her head. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.” Becca accepted the drink that was definitely not water and knocked it back in one shot anyway. “Oooo! That’s spicy,” she cringed and then relaxed. “And smooth.”
Damn, but she was beautiful. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to ogle her luscious curves in that blue dress. I dropped onto the stool beside her, rested my elbow on the bar and stared. “I am a charming guy, Becca. But you are the most beautiful woman in the room. Do you want to know why?” She did the disinterested look so well, for the first time I couldn’t tell what a woman was thinking.
She licked a drop of Lagavulin from her bottom lip, her slick pink tongue teasing me and making me think of all kinds of things that tongue would do to me. Later. And that only made me think of what my tongue would do to her. Sooner, but still later. “Sure. I have to hear this.”
Cynical too. I might be in love if I believed in such silly, childish things. “For starters, you’re not trying too hard and that makes you imminently more beautiful than even the outer packaging. But you’re so capable, so unaware of your own appeal. Look,” I gestured out to the guests finally making their way to the coatroom and the long line of waiting limos. “These women are all on the prowl, even the ones already coupled up. Looking for a richer or more influential man, or a younger and prettier woman. Hell, some of them are just looking for someone beneath them on the social ladder to make themselves feel superior.”
She was a rapt audience when I glanced back at her, mouth in a thin line that reeked more of personal knowledge than disapproval. “And where do you fit into all of this, Jackson Steele?”
I shrugged. “I’m at the top of the ladder and unattached, I don’t need to have a game.” It sounded cocky, but it was the truth.
“Okay then, thank you for the compliment. But I’m not apologizing for earlier. You deserved it.” Her chin titled up ever so slightly, daring me to push the issue.
I had no plans to push it. “I’d be less interested if you did apologize. Seeing you here tonight was a pleasant surprise. It’s not every day a hot chick throws coffee at a man in a Lamborghini.”
“That was a Lambo? Goodness, it was hideous. You need something way sexier than that if you don’t want people to toss coffee at you.” She grinned at my affronted look and burst out laughing.
Right in my face. I couldn’t help but grin back. “Do you know how much I paid for that car?”
She arched a blond brow and stole my glass, curling her succulent lips around the rim and tilting it back so the liquid slid down her throat. “Sorry to tell ya, Jackson, but you overpaid.”
“Have a drink with me.”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing now?”
“I want a drink where you have time to enjoy it. Besides, I only get more charming the more you get to know me.”
This time she didn’t even bother to hide the bright smile that made her even more beautiful. “That’s what I’m worried about.”
Oh that was good. Very good. “Worry? I’m harmless. Have a drink with me when you’re done and see for yourself.”
Her gray eyes held mine captive as she contemplated my offer, every thought she had flashed in her eyes before fleeing. She sighed. “Yeah, okay Jackson. When and where?”
I grabbed her hand and pressed my lips to her palm, loving her sexy little intake of breath. “Whenever you’re done here, come up to the penthouse suite and I’ll be waiting.”
She grinned and shook her head. “Of course you’re staying here. And in the penthouse,” she said with a roll of her eyes, but the smile she wore was the only thing on my mind.
“Nothing but the best, sweetheart.” I flashed a wink and left her at the bar, staring at me. I could feel the weight of her gaze and it made my body burn for what was to come.
Becca
What in the hell was I thinking, agreeing to meet Jackson Steele for a drink?
In his penthouse suite!
This had bad idea written all over it. Guys like Jackson had expectations of the sexual variety. No way he was inviting me up to his room, at well past midnight, just for a drink.
Sex. That’s what this was all about. Eye-fucking me all night, charming me until my panties were soaked through. Kissing the center of my palm like it was…well like it was something more intimate than my heart, that’s for sure. I wasn’t opposed to a little therapeutic sex, for the sole purpose of getting off. I just didn’t do it often. But one night only. I could do one night with Jackson, because I knew it would be hot as hell. The man oozed more than charm, with sex appeal just seeping from his pores.
I knew by the way his eyes lingered on my curves, the way he undressed me with his eyes, that he would be a skilled lover. A talented, skilled lover who would rock my world off its axis. And expect me to be gone in the morning without any awkwardness or follow up calls.
I thought about it as I went through my end of night checklist, filing away all the auction items and making sure the caterers cleared out their equipment. It took more than an hour and by the time every box had been checked, I was exhausted.
But wide awake.
Excited.
And it was all about the too-charming man with raven hair and hazel eyes that glittered like a rainbow. Damn him. I quickly freshened up in the bathroom and made my way to the elevator where I entered the special code Jackson had given me. The one that would take me to the top floor.
Where he would likely devour me.
That thought shouldn’t have made me smile and it damn sure shouldn’t have made my body respond like a hormonal teenaged girl. But it did. He did.
As the doors slid open, I promised myself that I would enjoy this night, sate my passion, and walk away without looking back. It would be simple. Easy.
I knocked on his door and moistened my lips as I waited nervously for him to answer. Jackson pulled the door open, looking like one hundred different ways to sin with his shirt open and giving me a long, hot look at the body underneath the expensive suit. “Becca, you came.”
“Not yet,” I said with a grin.
“You will.” He stepped back and opened the door to let me in. “More than once.”
“Promises, promises.”
I laughed, but it was cut short when he twirled me around and pressed my body up against the wall. He was hard and muscular, his skin hot to the touch as his mouth slammed down against mine, his tongue licked across my lips and lit my body on fire instantly. Jackson kissed just like he lived his life, flat out, hardcore and balls to the wall, but always with a hint of class that defined him.
I let my hands glide up his bare stomach and chest, enjoying the way his muscles jumped at my touch. He sucked in a breath and I took advantage of the moment, slipping my tongue inside his mouth, tasting the expensive scotch, and a hint of the chocolate raspberry dessert he’d eaten earlier. “Mmm,” he groaned as our tongues touched, hands sliding down to grip my ass and pull me closer. “Damn, Becca. You tempt me beyond all reason.”
I laughed because I knew exactly what he meant. The kiss had gone from zero to a hundred in less than a second, and there was just one thought on my mind. More. “Tell me about it. Over that drink you promised me.”
“Right,” he said, smiling against my lips. “Scotch or scotch?”
A laugh bubbled up out of me and I rested my forehead against his ches
t. “How about…scotch?”
Jackson stepped back with a sexy smile that had my knees buckling. “A shot of scotch with a Becca chaser.”
I let out a strangled noise that pleased him, and rolled my eyes. “Come on, charmer.”
“That’s my line,” he said and grabbed my hand, pulling me deeper into the fanciest, most lavish suite I had ever seen, which totaled about three or four thanks to traveling with Eric for business. “This is the main room, bedroom is that way and the other bedroom is down the hall. Not that you need to worry about that.”
Of course not. The way that kiss had me feeling, there was a chance we wouldn’t even make it to the bedroom. “It’s a bit much, but very well done.” I accepted the crystal glass filled with amber liquid and took a long, fortifying sip. “Kind of like you.”
Jackson held his own glass and threw it back in one sexy gulp before slamming the glass down and stalking to me with lustful intent. “Is that a compliment, sweetheart?”
“That depends, is it working?”
“Fuck yeah it is,” he said, cupping my jaw gently before his plump, pleasure-giving lips were on mine again. This time with more than a hint of fire. His mouth and his hands consumed me, set every inch of my skin on fire before he stepped back with a look so hot I’m surprised my panties didn’t go up in flames. “You feel even better under my hands. Now, let’s see how you feel under my mouth.”
I shivered at his words and turned my back to him. “Help a girl out?”
He found the zipper with a rough growl and pulled it down slowly, kissing every inch of skin from the top of my spine all the way down to my ankles. Leaving the dress in a pool of blue velvet at my feet, he groaned again. “Fuck me, you look even better without the dress. Hot as fuck, Becca.”
I smiled at his roughly spoken words, feeling my body swell with feminine pride. “Thanks? I wish I could return the compliment but, you’re a tad overdressed for this party.”
His hazel eyes seared through me as he unfastened his cufflinks and dropped them on the coffee table before dropping his shirt on top of them. “Better?”
I licked my lips. “Getting there.”
His fingers made quick work of his pants, shoving them down long muscular legs and leaving him in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that did wonderful things for the giant bulge straining against the fabric.
“Much, much better.” He was a damn fine man, all tanned and ripped. He looked more like a professional surfer, or maybe an MMA fighter, than the entertainment industry quadruple threat that he was. “Much.”
Hands on his hips, he wore a shit eating grin while I looked my fill, spending more attention on that fascinating bulge than anything else. “You can touch too, Becca.”
And I wanted to. So I did. Starting slowly, I let my hands roam his body, enjoying the hard, hot landscape that was Jackson Steele. “You are a fantastic piece of man meat, Jackson.”
His deep laugh shot straight to my nipples. “You haven’t even gotten to the meat yet, sweetheart.” He hissed out a breath when my tongue slicked across his nipple, my teeth following suit. “Shit, Becca.” I smiled but moved to the other nipple and down his sexy six pack, kissing each little ridge until a red pucker mark was left behind.
“Hi,” I said and pressed my mouth to his before he could answer, using my free hand to reach into those boxer briefs and—holy fucking shit—wrap my hand around a long, thick cock that flooded my panties. “Ooh, hello Jackson.”
His laugh sounded strained and harsh and he grabbed my arm, extracting my hand from his underwear. “Enough. Well not enough, but now it’s my turn.” His sinful gaze turned my whole body to jelly, so when his hands touched my shoulders and pushed me onto the large, thick, plush sofa, I didn’t even fight it. “That’s a good start, but I’ve got a few ideas of my own.” He dropped to his knees in front of me and spread my thighs wide. Indecently wide, and I couldn’t be bothered to care, not when his big, strong hands slid up and down my inner thighs, his thumbs getting closer and closer to where I wanted him. “Yeah this is getting better.” He kissed my belly, his hands slid behind me and freed my boobs. “Damn. I just know they’re gonna be sweet.”
I wouldn’t know, but the way he groaned as he kissed my nipples with his whole mouth, I’d say they were damn sweet. He kissed them softly, and then hard, nibbling and sucking until I was a writhing, moaning pile of hormones. “Jackson.” My fingers tangled in his hair, unsure whether I wanted to pull him closer or push him away from the wicked sensations rocketing through my body. “Please.”
He released my nipple with a pop. “Please, what? Tell me what you want, beautiful Becca.”
“More. You.”
It must have been the right answer, because his smiled turned predatory as he kissed down my stomach and sucked my clit through my panties until my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I arched into the warm moisture of his mouth, my fingers gripped his hair hard enough to hurt.
“Jackson,” I panted and it turned to an out and out shriek when he slid my panties to the side and licked me from my opening to my clit. “Yes, oh yes!”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Those green and gold eyes looked at me, dark and sensual as he tore the scrap of white lace from my body and held me open while he did the most wickedly delicious things I’d ever felt. His tongue was pure magic wrapped up in total bliss as he lapped at me, sucking at just the right moment to push me closer to the edge before he pulled back. He did it again and again, teasing me with an orgasm only to start all over. I was drenched, arousal dripping down my thighs and onto the sofa. Then he slid his tongue deep inside my pussy, until I bucked off the sofa to get closer to his mouth. “Louder,” he groaned. No, demanded.
He didn’t need to ask, because I was loud and out of control, completely unashamed of my own pleasure and not shy about asking for it. Something about Jackson brought out the wild girl in me. Maybe it was because he was so thoroughly focused on my needs and that so rarely happened in my life. It was intoxicating, it was all consuming. It was…
“Jackson. Oh, fuck!” My hips rolled against him, my fingers tugged his hair hard and I said the filthiest things to him. “Fuck, lick me harder. Yeah, oh just like that.”
He chuckled against me and I bucked one final time as a powerful orgasm shot through me. “Just like honey.” I should have felt weird looking at his smile, slick with my arousal, but I didn’t. I felt powerful. Sexy. Wanted. “Such a naughty girl. I love it.”
I gripped his shoulders and pulled him up, licking the taste of myself off his lips before kissing him stupid. “My turn.” He stood and left me eye level with his cock, so long and thick as I pulled the cotton down. My mouth watered and I leaned forward, flicking my tongue over the slit of his fat head.
“Ah, shit, Becca.” With that reaction how could I not do it again? And again, and again? “Sweetheart, yes.” His deep voice, so thick with unrestrained lust nearly undid my resolve.
Nearly. But this was one night only, and I planned to enjoy every inch of this beautiful creature before the sun came up. He was too long, at least nine inches, but I took him as deep as I could, loving the grunt he couldn’t stop. I moaned around him and his control snapped. His hands gripped my hair and he tried to pull me away, but his taste was tantalizing and I couldn’t stop, taking him deeper, slurping around his thick cock until his own hips pushed him in and out of my mouth.
“No. Later, I’ll come down your throat. But right now, I need to slide deep into that pretty pink pussy of yours.”
My mouth went dry. “Yes, please.”
Jackson picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, letting his thumb slid into me. “I love it when you beg.” He smacked my ass and tossed me on the bed of the master bedroom. He immediately covered my body with his hard, heavy one.
I grinned, feeling playful. “You do? So if I said, Jackson, please oh please, fuck me. What would you do?”
He kissed me hard as he reached into the nightstand drawer. Se
conds later I heard the telltale sound of a condom wrapper. “I would give the lady what she was begging for.”
I felt the thickness of his cock at my vulnerable quivering entrance, then he slid deep. And, sweet lord I do mean deep. He filled me all the way and I let out a long, low groan of satisfaction. “Oh my god.” Then he started to move and all thoughts other than this man and his body, fled. My legs went around his waist and he sank even deeper. “Jackson, please. So good.”
“Yes, so fucking good baby,” he groaned as he pulled out and slammed into me. Again and again, he ploughed deep, so deep I half-worried we might become one. But that wasn’t one night stand thinking and I pushed those thoughts aside and sank my nails into his back. “Fuck, Becca.”
“Jackson. You feel so good. Don’t stop. Please.”
He growled, actually growled, and it was the hottest thing I had ever heard in bed. Gripping my thighs forcefully, he held me open and fucked me so hard, so fast, the only thing I could do was hold on.
Then, let go.
“Jackson, god, yes!” Then my body shook, vibrated with the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had without battery-operated assistance. Wave after wave tossed me about as he sought his own pleasure, pumping into my body, using me to reach that orgasm just out of reach. I let go of him and slid my hand between our sweat-soaked bodies, rubbing hard, fast circles into my clit until another, more powerful wave hit me. My pussy clenched and twitched around his dick, pulling him under.
“Ah, shit! Fuck, Becca!” His hips bucked hard, deep as he shot his load on a rolling growl.
My own body still trembled from the pleasure, causing tiny aftershocks to grip him tightly. And my body went completely slack at the same time he collapsed on top of me. “Who cares about your money when you look like you do and can do…that?”
He chuckled, as he rolled away and wrapped an arm around me. “I knew you’d see things my way. Eventually.”
“Even after sex you’re still charming?” I rolled my eyes.
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