The Virgin Society Collection

6. Challenge Accepted

6

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

Nick

We’re back to the hotel in no time. Once the elevator door closes, I punch the button for the fourteenth floor, then I crowd her against the mirrored wall, run a hand down her bare arm, and savor—absolutely fucking savor—the sight in front of me.

This woman is on the edge.

Just the way I want her.

Finally, after teasing her all night long, I’m going to have her.

And I intend to have her my way . I cup her cheeks, hold her beautiful face, and then brush my lips to hers.

A whisper of a kiss.

She tastes like a dream. Sweet and spicy, with a hint of lipstick. I’m pretty sure she reapplied her color at the club, and I’m pretty sure, too, it’s going to be gone very soon.

I don’t intend to kiss her softly much longer.

Picking up the pace slowly, but purposefully, I sweep my lips across hers. She moans against my mouth. The sound revs all my desires. Screw soft.

I kiss her like we danced—hot, hungry, horny. She was worth the wait, especially with those murmurs falling from her lips as I punish her beautiful mouth with more kisses. I push against her, letting her feel what she does to me.

“Oh,” she gasps, and it sounds like she’s just discovered the heft of my cock, and she likes it.

Excellent.

When the elevator slows, I break the kiss, then run my finger along her bee-stung lips. “All day I’ve thought about this mouth.”

She tilts her head. “Just kissing it?”

Holy fuck. Her dirty mind.

There isn’t enough time tonight to do the things I want to do to her.

After the door opens, I grab her hand. “There are too many things I want to do to you first,” I say, answering her. “Things I want to do with my mouth.”

When we reach my room, I slide the key over the reader in no time. Once we’re inside, she takes the card from me and slides it in the holder. The lights automatically turn on and she spins around, drops the card into my pocket, then grabs my face. Didn’t see that coming, but I don’t mind it one bit as she steals a kiss right here in the foyer. It’s hard and hungry for long, feverish seconds, but then it shifts. She slows down, takes her sweet time, lingering on my lips.

Lola likes to mix it up.

She likes soft and slow, then hard and fast.

She’s eager, too, tugging at my shirt and then my belt.

And nope, that won’t do. She can only hold the reins for so long. I’m in charge.

I cover her hands, stopping her. “You come first. And often.”

There’s something I need to do though. I reach for the clip in her hair and undo it, letting all those gorgeous locks fall. “Mmm. Beautiful,” I say, then hand her the clip.

I scoop her up, carry her to the bed, and set her on it, but she places a hand on my chest. “Wait,” she says, then slides off all her rings and sets them on the nightstand, along with the clip.

I suppose jewelry can get in the way if she plans to slide those fingers through my hair. And if I’m doing things right, she will be.

She returns to the edge of the bed, fingers naked and smile irresistible.

I kneel in front of her on the carpeted floor, my hands covering her knees, my fingers playing with the hem of her short dress. “Want to know what I was thinking when I was onstage this afternoon, talking about seizing opportunities?”

“Yes,” she says, trembling with palpable excitement.

She presses her palms flat against the bed, her spine lifting those glorious tits higher like she’s welcoming me, inviting even more touch.

All the touching .

“This,” I say, dragging out the word as I push up her dress to her waist. Her white lace panties are soaked. I groan. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“You did it to me.”

“Then let me do something about it,” I say, sliding my hands along the soft flesh of her thighs.

“So, you’ve decided what to do to me?”

“I did.” My plan is to tease her. To tease her relentlessly. To tease her till she begs. But I don’t tell her that.

I show her.

I drag the pad of my index finger along the wet cotton panel of her panties.

A gasp. A tremble.

“I lied to you, beautiful,” I say, a dirty admission.

“You’re so bad.”

“I’m fucking terrible. I decided a long time ago what to do to you. I decided this afternoon,” I say, drawing a line back up her center, just enough to make her arch her back and seek me out. “When I was speaking about my three-pronged strategy for evaluating risk and you were crossing your legs at me.”

On a shudder, she asks faux innocently, “I was doing that ?”

Another stroke down her panties, then I dip my face, blow a hot breath near her center. When I pull back to meet her gaze, her blue eyes glitter with desire.

“Oh, you know what you were doing. You were taunting me,” I say, spreading her legs open.

“I suppose I was.”

“And I decided then, too, that I was going to punish you for all that torture,” I tell her and turn my face to her inner thigh, rubbing my beard along her tender skin.

She whimpers throatily, then manages a feathery, “How, Nick? How?”

As I whisk my stubble along her thigh, she lifts her hips up, inching toward me, offering me that gorgeous pussy.

This greedy, beautiful woman. “By teasing you. Making you beg for it. Making you demand I taste your sweetness.” I press a kiss to her leg at last, then run my nose along the seam of her panties. Close, so close, but not quite.

She shudders, her hands grabbing at my hair. She’s begging with her body.

Yes, fucking yes.

“Please, Nick,” she says, but her voice is different now. The temptress seems to have slinked away. Now, she’s almost shy, a little innocent.

Must be part of our game, so I keep going.

“Are you sure?” I move my face to her panties, dusting a tender little kiss against the wet fabric. I can taste her heat through the lace, and it winds me higher.

“Nick,” she whimpers, curling her hands tighter around my head.

I’m dying to strip off these undies and devour her pussy. But first things first. “Ask for it, beautiful. Ask for my mouth.”

But she’s quieter than I’d expected when she whispers, “Please.”

Hmm.

There’s that shyness again. With some concern, I lift my face, needing to make certain she wants this—these games, this play, this exchange. I set a finger under her chin, draw her gaze down to me. “Are you good with this?”

Her eyes widen. “So good. I just…” She swallows then tries again. “I don’t know what to say anymore.”

Ah, hell. I get it. She might like to flirt over dinner, but in the bedroom, I bet she just wants my words. “You don’t need to beg for it tonight, beautiful. I’m dying to go down on you.”

“Yes,” she says desperately.

And yup. She likes to hear dirty talk rather than to give it.

Fine by me.

“I’m going to take these off you and please forgive me in advance, because I’m probably going to groan like a caveman.”

She dips her face, smiling again, nibbling on the corner of her lips.

I peel off her panties and groan as promised at the sight. Pretty, pink, and indecently wet. “Look at you. Wanting me,” I praise.

“So much.”

I can smell her arousal. I’m so hungry for her. So ready to eat her up. I’m going to adore her with my mouth. Show her what a man can do.

I kiss the inside of her knee, the supple flesh of her thigh, then I press a whisper of a kiss to her pussy.

A gasp.

I feel like a king already. I look up at her. “I told you it was a hard fucking speech. I looked at you and thought how very much I wanted to walk off that stage, stride over to you, spread these legs,” I say, “and devour you.”

“I’ve never come like this before,” she blurts out.

Well then.

I was dead wrong. She had another reason for her silence. She had a confession to deliver, and I take it like the gift it is.

I flash her a cocky smile. “Challenge accepted.”

Then, I get to work on giving her a first.