Chapter 3
Chapter Three
S ophie sat in the living room of the house she’d grown up in and marveled over how foreign the place seemed to her these days. The house felt less like a home than the rental she lived in. Since her mother’s death, the place had gotten…colder. Her father employed a full-time housekeeper who kept the place so spotless it looked as if no one lived there at all. Recently Dad had also hired an interior decorator who’d taken out her mother’s comfortable, airy décor and replaced it with the stark, leathery bachelor’s pad she was now sitting in.
When she’d arrived, the housekeeper had led her to this room to wait for her dad, who was on a business call in his office. It was her own family’s home, and yet she’d been ushered in like a stranger. She briefly wondered if the woman was standing guard outside the closed door, ready to attack should Sophie attempt to break out.
Rising from the couch, she walked to the mantel, looking at the old pictures that were the only holdout from the days when she and her mother had lived here. There were a couple large, professionally done family portraits of her and her parents. One from when she was only a toddler and another showing her in that horribly awkward middle-school stage. Of all the things her father had thrown out, she was sorry that crappy picture hadn’t been part of the trash.
Sophie’s gaze only touched on the portraits. It was the two smaller informal pictures her mother had framed herself that she preferred.
In one, a very young version of her parents sat side by side in a restaurant, looking at each other and laughing. It was taken before she was born, but it reminded her that her parents had been genuinely in love. Not that she really doubted that. It was simply a trick of time. The more of it that passed and the colder her father became, the less she was able to remember him as the handsome, carefree man who would have moved Heaven and Earth for his beautiful wife.
The second picture was of Sophie and her dad the day her parents brought her home from the hospital. He was cradling her in his arms as if she was the most precious thing he’d ever held. Her mother hadn’t been the only woman to receive her father’s adoration. At that moment in time, Dad had thought she’d hung the moon too.
She sniffled, trying to batten down the strange sadness that had crept over her.
“Sophia.” Her father’s deep voice rumbled behind her, and she was surprised to realize how close he was. She hadn’t even heard him come in.
She blinked quickly in an attempt to hide her tears, then pasted on a fake smile and turned to face him.
Jasper Kennedy was still a handsome man, though now his looks fell more in the distinguished category, rather than the hottie column where Marc resided.
Shit. Why on earth was she thinking about Marc now ?
She knew why. He was the reason she was here.
“How are you, darling?” her father asked, stepping forward to offer an awkward peck on the cheek.
When had they stopped hugging? When had they become mere acquaintances? Her stomach ached for the days when she could curl up on her daddy’s lap and he’d tell her stories about the places he’d visited, always promising that when she was older, he’d take her with him. The ten-year-old still lurking inside wanted to ask if he’d brought her a souvenir back from his last business trip.
She was becoming maudlin. Grow up, Soph .
“I’m fine. How was your trip to Greece?”
Her father gestured to the couch. She resumed her seat as he claimed the oversized leather recliner across from her. “It was very productive.”
“Did you get to see any of the sights? Play tourist?”
Dad grinned, shaking his head. “No time, I’m afraid.”
His answer made her feel even sadder. More than fifteen years had passed since her mother’s death, and while Sophie had tried her best to carry on, it occurred to her that her father had moved forward in a way that was less about living and more about existing.
Dad looked at his watch covertly. She was throwing off his routine. Ordinarily that gesture would annoy her, but today she was too melancholy. It was as if her eyes had been opened to some pretty hard truths, and she didn’t like facing them.
“I’ve been hearing some rumors.”
Dad, rather absentmindedly, said, “Oh?”
Sophie had spent the past several years getting used to having only half his attention. She wasn’t going to accept it this time. “How could you try to close down the community center? Portland needs that place.”
Her father sighed, and she got the sense he wasn’t surprised by what had brought her here. He knew how much she loved the center. What it had meant to her mother. He must have known she would react this way. And yet, he still pursued the purchase.
“I think it’s outgrown its usefulness at this point.”
“Bullshit.”
“Sophia,” he chastised.
He never called her Sophie or Soph anymore. When she’d taken over his party-hostess duties, he’d opted for the formal version of her name. “Sophia” certainly sounded more sophisticated and projected the snooty, detached air her father seemed hell-bent on maintaining. She hadn’t protested the change, though now she wondered if she should have. She hated the way Sophia sounded coming from his lips.
“Dad, that place offers so many amazing programs. How can you say it’s not useful?”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know. The building is in desperate need of repairs. It’s not safe.”
Her temper sparked. “It was perfectly safe until the building inspector decided to nitpick over a lot of insignificant problems. A leaky sink is a danger? Really?” During his visit to Books and Brew yesterday, Marc had shown her the list of so-called “problems” with the building’s structure. It was obvious the inspector had been encouraged to find problems where none truly existed. Even after a second walk-through—at the request of the community center—the second inspector backed up the first, listing even more insignificant items to be repaired.
Her father’s brow creased. “Who have you been talking to?”
Shit. “No one.”
Her father wasn’t appeased by the answer, but he let it go. “There are other issues besides the facility itself. The board of trustees has made some questionable decisions regarding the use of funds and?—”
“And they were audited and cleared.”
Again, Dad fell silent. “You’ve been doing your homework.” For a moment, she thought she detected a small bit of pride in his voice.
“You know what that place means to me. Mom used to take me there for dance lessons when I was little. The summer camps and family picnics were a huge part of my childhood. Why would you try to deprive other children of those experiences?”
Dad rose and walked to the mantel. “How many times have I told you, Sophia? It’s not personal, it’s business.”
She sucked in a deep, furious breath. That fucking line had become his mantra since her mother had died. She hated it. “No. Not this time. This time it is personal.”
“The trustees have two months to raise the funds to save the center. After that, I will buy the property.”
“To build another shopping mall that the city doesn’t need.”
Dad smiled, but his eyes betrayed no happiness. “Consider this—the money made at that mall will add to your inheritance.”
The words felt like a slap to the face. “I don’t want your fucking money!”
Dad scowled. “Sophia. Everything I do, I do for you.”
She shook her head. “No. Don’t heap that crap at my feet. Everything you do, you do for yourself . But not this time. Thanks to you, I’ve had years of practice organizing fundraisers for worthy causes. You’re about to reap what you’ve sown.”
With that, she headed for the door. For a moment, she thought she heard her father call her back, his gentle voice reminding her of the way it used to sound, but she dismissed it as wishful thinking.
She knew what she had to do, even though the thought of going to war with her dad brought her no joy. In fact, she felt as if she’d been punched in the stomach. Hard.
This wasn’t going to be easy…and she’d need help.
* * *
A bell jingled in the lobby but Marc didn’t look up. He was knee-deep in paperwork, trying to find some loophole that could buy the community center more time. Then he faced a long afternoon of preparing a witness for a murder trial that was scheduled to start tomorrow. When it rained, it poured.
He rubbed his forehead, trying to fend off the tension headache building behind his eyes.
“Rough day?”
He glanced up at the sound of Sophie’s voice, pleased to see her.
“I’ve had better.” It had started far too early, after a restless night spent tossing and turning and jacking off while fantasizing about the society princess currently leaning against his doorjamb.
He’d been disappointed when Sophie had called him a couple of days earlier to say Jared had helped her jumpstart her car. To make up for the missed opportunity to see her, he’d stopped by Books and Brew last night for a beer. As usual, the conversation had ended up in a disagreement about her father and, like a jackass, he’d shared too many details about the community center case in a self-serving need to prove he was right. His father had always told him pride would be his downfall.
What dear old Dad failed to realize was that when his pride joined forces with his cock, he became the biggest fool on Earth.
Worst part was, even now, he didn’t regret the things he’d told Sophie. His instincts screamed that he could trust her.
“Yeah. My day has pretty much sucked too.” Sophie walked in and claimed one of the two chairs across from his desk. She glanced around the room. “Your office is ridiculously small.”
“Thanks for pointing out the obvious.” She was right. Every available inch of space was filled with papers, files, law books. “Free legal aid doesn’t pay much.”
She laughed. “Does it pay anything?”
“A little bit.”
“Not to sound rude, but what made you choose this career path? I mean, I think this is awesome and all, but it seems to me you could be making bank anywhere else.”
He didn’t take offense at her question. God knew it was one he’d been asked a million times in the past few years. “I did the big law firm deal right after graduation. I was on the fast track to a partnership.”
“Sounds profitable.”
“It was. Very.”
“So why would you give that up for this glamorous inside office with no view?” she asked.
“I was twenty-nine with high blood pressure and suffering from my third ulcer in as many years. I didn’t date, ate all my meals at my desk and slept less than five hours a night, usually on the couch in my office. At my yearly checkup, my doctor informed me I was a prime candidate for a heart attack.”
“Ouch.”
“I walked out of his office and realized I was sick of it all. I turned in my resignation and walked away. Decided I’d use my powers for good rather than money.”
Sophie fell silent for a moment. He wondered if she was appalled by his decision.
Sophie glanced around his office once more. “That’s pretty gutsy, Marc. And very, very cool.”
Her words were completely sincere, and once again he was struck by how different the real Sophie was from the one he had created in his mind. “My parents’ response was the opposite of yours. You say ‘gutsy’, they say ‘insane’. You say ‘cool’, they say ‘What the hell are you thinking?’.”
Her brow creased, and for the first time, he noticed sadness in her eyes. “I guess it’s obvious you went against their advice. Are they okay with your decision now? Are you still close to your parents?”
He leaned back in his chair. “I’m not going to lie. We had a rough year or two. Lots of family holidays have ended in arguments, but they’re getting there. Enough time has passed that they know my decision wasn’t just a whim. That I’m serious about what I want to do with my life. The main problem was, it was my dad’s law firm that I quit.”
“Jesus.”
Marc chuckled. “Yeah. Well. Dad suffered a minor heart attack last year and I think it’s opened his eyes to why I made the decision I did. Since then, I’ve noticed the disappointed looks he used to heap on me have disappeared. He’s started asking about my work here when before he pretended I didn’t have a job at all.”
“That’s progress then. It’s a shame it took something like a heart attack for him to realize the work you do here is good. And important.”
Her words touched him more than he could say. If anyone would understand how he’d grown up, the pressure that had been put on him to succeed, to make money at any cost, it was probably Sophie.
He’d given up his former life while fighting to keep his identity relatively anonymous in Portland. He was determined to keep all of that in the past, but something about Sophie made him long to share confidences.
Marc pushed the thought away. He’d already stepped over the line last night, telling her things he shouldn’t have. Time to put some space between them. “I don’t think you came here today to hear my life story. What’s up?”
Sophie bent forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “I want to hold a fundraiser for the community center.”
Marc blew out a long breath. “Soph. I know you don’t think your dad is involved in purchasing the property, but?—”
“I know he’s trying to close down the center.”
For a week, Sophie had stood her ground, insisting her father would never be involved in the shady dealings surrounding the community center while trying to get in touch with her old man. Looked as if she’d succeeded. “You do?”
“He’s back in town. I went to see him this morning. He told me he was trying to buy the property and what he hoped to do with it. I basically told him I’d stop him.”
Marc didn’t respond immediately as he tried to picture Sophie and Jasper going at it head-to-head. In the past, he would have put his money on Jasper, but after spending time in Sophie’s presence, he had no doubt she could hold her own in an argument with her dad.
“We have less than two months, Soph. The kind of fundraising we’d need to arrange would have to be on a large scale. Events like that take longer than a few weeks to organize.”
“I know, but I’ve already got something in the works. Originally, the dinner last night was phase one in a two-part charity drive for the domestic abuse shelter. I stopped by there to talk to Jenna, the manager of the shelter, before I came here. The second fundraiser, a bachelor auction, is set to take place in a few weeks. Jenna agrees that the center needs to be saved. So many of the women and children who seek shelter at her place have benefited from the programs offered at the center. We’ve decided all the money taken in at the bachelor auction will be used to help with the improvements needed at the center.”
For the first time in days, Marc felt a spark of hope. Even so, he couldn’t sugarcoat things for Sophie. “The funds needed are fairly substantial. I’m not sure one fundraiser will do it.”
“Maybe not, but I called Casey Woods on my way here. Do you know Casey?”
Marc nodded. “Only by reputation. He did all the renovations on the Crawford Inn, where your benefit dinner took place, right?”
“Yeah, that’s him. He’s done some work at Books and Brew over the past year or so—and he’s also got the hots for Jordan. I told him about the center and he’s offered his services in making the repairs. He’ll work at cost.”
Marc reared back. “No way! You’re kidding me?”
Sophie shook her head. “I also have a call in to Gabriel Lawson. We rent the space for Books and Brew from him and he’s become a good friend. I’m hoping I can convince him to match whatever we raise at the auction.”
“You think he would?”
Sophie wiggled her eyebrows. “Let’s just say I think Jordan could help me persuade him to. After I leave here, I’m going to visit Patricia Butt–Bi— Er, Butler–Baines.”
Marc feigned a shudder. “Why in the hell would you want to see that woman?”
“Because as annoying as she is, she’s also extremely useful in certain circles. She owes me a favor and she’s going to pay up.”
“How?”
“She’s going to help me strong-arm every attractive, eligible man in the city into participating, and then she’s going to make sure all her rich, man-hungry girlfriends are there to place bids.”
Marc stood up and walked around his desk. He took her hands and pulled her to her feet. “You’re incredible.”
She grinned. “There has to be some perks to being a society princess.”
Marc couldn’t resist. He kissed her.
Sophie accepted his embrace as easily as she had in the coat closet. Marc sensed there was something more brewing beneath the surface. He broke the kiss, though he didn’t move away.
“Are you okay, Soph?”
Sophie’s grip on his shoulders tightened as she pressed her body closer. “I’m not sure. My dad—” She paused before shaking her head. “I don’t want to think about him right now. I just need…” Again her words faded way. Her breasts brushed against his chest. He knew exactly what she needed. Distraction and comfort.
Unfortunately, Marc was far too aware of the fact his receptionist, Janice, was sitting just outside that open door. He gently pushed her away.
“Don’t move,” he murmured. Walking to the lobby, he told Janice she could head out for lunch early. The receptionist jumped at the chance for a long break. Marc followed her to the front door, flipped the sign from open to closed then locked it.
Sophie watched him from the doorway.
“I thought I told you not to move.”
“You’re closing?”
He nodded.
“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
He chuckled as he approached, slowly backing her into his office until he could shut that door as well. He flipped the lock. “Yep. I am.”
“Good.”
He continued to move until the backs of her legs touched his desk. He cleared the papers on top to one side then lifted her to the surface. “Have I ever told you how much I like the short skirts you wear?”
She reached for his tie. “No, but that’s hardly surprising considering we’ve only known each other about a week and a half.”
Her comment, though funny, also seemed wrong. “It feels like longer than that.”
She bit her lower lip. “I know. It’s weird, isn’t it?”
They’d been thrown together by a common cause and circumstances. Marc had never felt so grateful for dumb luck. Still, he couldn’t let go of the worry tugging at the edge of his conscience. “What’s your dad going to say when he finds out about the fundraiser? It could wreck his business deal.”
Sophie lifted her shoulders in the universal “I don’t know” gesture. “It won’t be a shock. I told him I was going to wreck it.”
He tucked a loose strand of long blonde hair behind her ear. “He’s still family.”
“My dad and I haven’t exactly been close the past two, three, fifteen years or so.” He knew she meant her words as a joke, but there was a deep-seated sorrow in her eyes that killed the humor.
Marc ran his fingers through her soft hair. It fell in sexy waves over her shoulders. “I don’t think what you’re doing is going to mend any fences.”
Her face was sad. Marc was sorry he’d brought up the subject, but there’d been something in her expression when he’d talked about his own relationship with his parents that told him she wasn’t exactly comfortable with what she was doing. Despite their estrangement, Sophie clearly loved her dad very much.
Sophie loosened his tie. “Do you mind if we talk about something else? Or maybe we could talk about nothing at all.”
Marc cupped her cheeks, cradling her face as he bent to kiss her again. He was okay with silence. Sophie moaned softly when his hands drifted down to gently stroke her breasts through her blouse. Well, maybe not complete silence. He liked her quiet sexy noises whenever he kissed or touched her. She never left him guessing about what she liked.
The sound of silk on cotton filled the room as Sophie dragged his tie away from the collar of his shirt. Her fingers began working to free the buttons. Marc briefly considered how stupid he’d been to start something so heated here, during working hours. While there was nothing he wanted more than to fuck Sophie into oblivion, he preferred the idea of taking her for the first time in the comfort of his own bed, when they had all the time in the world. Right now, the clock was ticking on Janice’s lunch break and the rest of his workday. His schedule was ridiculously tight.
Sophie was a fast worker. She slipped his shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her fingers explored his bare chest, toying with the light smattering of hair there.
Marc marveled at how quickly she was relieving him of his clothing. He gently grasped her wrists when she reached for the buckle on his belt.
She tried to shake him off, but he tightened his grip. “Slow down.”
Sophie shook her head. “No. I don’t want to. Last night, after you left the bar…”
She’d obviously spent the night suffering from unrequited lust too. He could appreciate the feeling.
The phone in the reception area rang. Again, he cursed his impulsiveness.
“We’re going to have sex, Sophie. Make no mistake about that. It’s just not going to happen here, today.”
She glanced at his face, frustration radiating from her. “Why not? You’ve locked the door. There’s no one here.”
“Because that phone’s going to keep ringing. My receptionist is going to come back. I have someone stopping by for a meeting in…” He lifted his arm to look at his watch. “Shit. In thirty minutes.”
She frowned. “Then why did you start this?”
It was his turn to shrug. “I have no idea. You come around and I stop thinking with the right head.”
She laughed. “Yeah. I get that. I’m not usually quite so…” She paused, searching for a word.
“Horny?”
She rolled her eyes. “I was thinking ‘easy’, but horny works too. I haven’t had sex in a while.”
“That’s right. Probably hard to find someone after Chuck.”
“Ugh. You know, it’s bad form to keep bringing up that asshole.”
Marc placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “Agreed. So was he your last boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend, yes. Sex, no.”
Marc tried to keep his face impassive, but he must’ve failed, letting his surprise peek through.
“Jesus, Marc. You do realize I’m not really a princess, don’t you? I’m not always searching for Prince Charming or romance. Sometimes I just like to have sex.”
He grinned and decided on the spot that Sophia Kennedy was the hottest woman he’d ever met. He was about as romantic as a bull in heat, and no girlfriend in the past had ever accused him of being too charming. “Just sex” was just fine with him, but that didn’t solve their current problem of time.
Sophie wasn’t helping things either. Her hand returned to the front placket of his slacks, and she lightly caressed the bulge he didn’t bother to hide. If she kept that up, he’d say to hell with everything and take her anyway.
He caught sight of the tie she’d stripped off him. A dirty plan formed in his mind. Maybe they didn’t have time for sex, but they sure as hell had time to do a little messing around.
Grasping the necktie, he pulled her hands behind her back. Sophie jerked with astonishment as he knotted the tie around her wrists, quickly and efficiently.
“Hey.”
He pressed a hard kiss on her lips to silence her. He could feel her struggling to escape the bonds. Lifting a hand, he loosely touched her throat, feeling for her pulse. It was definitely elevated but not alarmingly so. She wasn’t afraid.
He stood up straighter and studied her face. “Are you okay?”
Her brow creased. “You didn’t seriously just tie me up, did you?”
“Yep. You like it?”
She fought against the knot, but he was no stranger to bondage. It would hold until he released her. “Untie me.”
“Nope.”
“Marc.”
“Is the tie cutting off circulation?”
She shook her head.
“Is it hurting you?”
Again, she shook her head.
“Then I’m leaving it on. Just for a minute. I like the idea of having you at my mercy.” As he spoke, he began to unbutton her blouse. Sophie’s chest rose and fell faster as her breathing increased. Again, he studied her face. “I’m not going to hurt you, Soph. I’d never hurt you. You know that, right?”
“We’ve only known each other a couple weeks.”
He wondered if she kept repeating that fact to remind herself. He was having a hard time holding on to it too. “I know. Trust me anyway,” he whispered.
Once her shirt was unbuttoned, he pushed it over her shoulders. The material tangled with the tie at her wrists. He left it there.
She licked her lips, her gaze never leaving his.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek. He pushed the straps of her bra off her shoulders. Instead of unfastening the lacy concoction, he reached inside the cups and lifted her breasts out. With her arms behind her and her breasts resting on top of the bra, she made a gorgeous display.
He bent forward to suck first one then the other nipple into his mouth. He teased the tight nubs with his tongue as Sophie began to squirm on the desk. Her legs were pressed tightly together, and he imagined she was trying to find some sort of relief from the building pressure.
He nipped the tip he was currently playing with just enough to make her squeal, then moan. There was a fine line between pleasure and pain. It appeared Sophie wasn’t opposed to crossing it. He cataloged that idea for future reference.
Taking a step back, he surveyed his work. Sophie was disheveled and sexy, pin-up-model worthy. He committed the way she looked to memory, knowing he’d never seen any woman look more stunning.
Sophie was flushed from his attention to her breasts, her nipples hard and rosy-red. His mouth watered for another taste—but there was something else he wanted more.
He placed his hands on her waist. “Stand up for a second.”
She scooted off the desk with more grace than he would have thought possible considering her bound hands.
When she stood before him, he reached for the hem of her short skirt and slowly lifted the silky fabric until it cleared her hips. “Sit back down.”
Sophie reclaimed her seat on the edge of the desk. Marc reached beneath her knees and slowly spread her legs apart.
“Christ. A thong,” he whispered.
Even bound, Sophie was far from an inactive participant in their play. She stretched out her legs and wrapped her ankles around his hips in an effort to draw him nearer. “I’m starting to feel like a Playboy model, the way you keep posing me.”
He allowed her to pull him closer. She had on a different pair of strappy heels. He briefly wondered how many pairs of sexy shoes he’d find in her closet. Then he pictured himself using the shoe straps to bind her spread-eagle to his bed. “What can I say? You’re inspiring all sorts of kinky thoughts in my head.”
“Like what?” Her question fell out on a breathless sigh.
“There are a million things I want to do with you. Tie you to my bed. Blindfold you. Gag you. Use dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps on you. I’ll take you from behind, upside down, sideways. I want to fuck you in a pool, a car, on a mountainside, at a football game.”
She laughed. “I hate football.”
“We wouldn’t be watching the game. So what do you think? Feel like spending a few weeks—or months—exploring your naughty side with me?”
“I think I lied. You might be out of my league. I’m afraid the kinkiest I’ve ever gotten is sex in the alley behind Books and Brew and a little bit of anal play. Not at the same time,” she quickly added.
Marc’s smile grew. She was too perfect—funny, honest, straightforward. “Take some time to think about it. You can give me what I want later.”
“Are you always so sure of yourself?”
Marc winked. “Let’s just say I’m very good at reading people.”
Her face betrayed exactly how much she wanted to knock him down a peg for being so cocky. He also knew she wouldn’t because despite her desire to one-up him for his arrogance, deep down inside, Sophie was dying to be a bad girl.
“This is one case you’re going to lose,” she said, her trembling voice in direct opposition to the strong words.
“We’ll see.” He knelt before her, loving the sound of her quick, excited intake of breath.
“Marc…” she started.
“Shh. I’m gathering evidence.”
She lifted one leg, her ankle coming around his shoulder, touching him in a way that let him know she was completely into this game. “What?”
“I’m looking for proof that everything I said turns you on so much, there’s no way you’ll say no to my offer of nonstop kinky sex.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but he quickly cut off any clever retort by running his finger along the thin—and soaking wet—string of her thong.
“Aha,” he said softly. He glanced up and captured her gaze. “You’re not as innocent as you claim.”
She closed her eyes when he moved the thin strip of material to one side, leaving her pussy open to his questing fingers. “Do you always talk this much?”
He chuckled. “Curse of a lawyer. Most of us are way too fond of the sound of our own voices.”
“Marc?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.” She wrapped her other ankle around his shoulder and nudged him closer, telling him without words exactly what kind of lip action she was interested in.
“My pleasure,” he said—then pressed his lips to her pussy.
Sophie reacted like a sprinter to the starter pistol, her hips jerking when he opened his mouth and sucked deeply on her clit.
“Oh my God.” Sophie’s head flew back as he used his teeth, lips and tongue to drive her arousal higher. She obviously hadn’t been kidding about her dry spell. She was primed and ready to roll. He suspected it wouldn’t take much to drive her to climax. Ordinarily he liked to drag out the foreplay, build the anticipation, but their time was already running out. As it was, he was facing a long, painful afternoon, working with the mother of all erections.
Marc increased the suction on her clit, and Sophie gasped.
“So freaking good.”
He added his fingers to the play, sliding one, then two inside her pussy. Sophie’s hips thrust forward, seeking more, silently prodding him to go deeper and faster.
He complied, placing his lips back on her clit and sucking hard.
Sophie fell apart, her body trembling as her orgasm took over. Her legs tightened, trapping his head. He smiled at her strength and figured there were worse places to be ensnared than between Sophie’s thighs.
When she began to calm down, he lightly lifted her legs from his shoulders and stood. Reaching around her, he unbound her hands.
Sophie moved like lightning, catching him off guard.
She had his belt unbuckled and his pants undone and around his ankles before he could gather his wits enough to respond. She claimed the spot he’d just vacated, kneeling before him.
His hands flew to her hair. “Soph, wait. There’s no time.”
She didn’t respond. Instead, she ran her tongue along his hard cock from root to tip.
Fuck it. His client could wait.
His fingers tightened in her long tresses as she took the head of his dick inside her hot mouth.
Jesus. She didn’t hold anything back, didn’t act coy, didn’t hesitate. She took him deeper before sucking, her cheeks hollowing around his flesh. The action sent shards of electricity through him and his balls grew heavy. It was going too fast, but he’d be damned if he’d slow things down. Sophie was sucking on his cock like it was a lollipop, humming, licking, teasing with her teeth.
When she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, squeezing so tightly he saw stars, he knew it was pointless to resist.
“God, Soph. I can’t stop. If you don’t want?—”
She increased her speed and suction, and Marc lost it. Hot spurts of come flew from the tip of his dick, and Sophie drank down every last drop.
“Mother of God.” Marc dropped to his knees in front of her, grasping her head and pulling her close for another kiss. No force of nature could have kept him away from her at that moment.
Sophie, as always, returned the embrace…with interest. She was passionate, sexy and fucking hot as hell.
Marc was suddenly starting to suspect he’d met the woman of his dreams, fresh from the society pages.
Fate was laughing its ass off right now.