Chapter Two
Victory
The warm summer air sobers me up just enough to make me epically nervous as we walk into Wells’s hotel suite. He reaches for my purse and must see something in my eyes, because the smile that appears is softer and more compassionate than the wicked one he sported when we left the bar.
“Having second thoughts?” he asks gently.
“No. It’s just been a long time since I’ve gotten naked with a stranger, and I ended up marrying the last one.”
“Well, we’re in no danger of wedding bells, sweet thing.” He takes my purse and places it on the table. “We’re just two people enjoying each other for a night.”
Being on the same page helps ease my nerves a little. “This stays between us, right? I don’t want you telling anyone who will listen that I’m your girlfriend and find you in my office tomorrow giving orders to my assistant.”
“I assure you that will not happen. Come here, sexy.” Taking my hand, he draws me closer. “Let me remind you why you want to be here.”
His warm hands frame my face, and he brushes his lips lightly over mine, whispering, “You deserve to feel good.” He kisses me soft and sweet, so different from our smoldering kisses in the bar, and it’s doing the trick, easing my nerves.
“There’s no pressure.” He lowers his lips to mine in a slow, sensual kiss that goes on so long, I feel like I’m floating.
The man could give a master class in seduction.
When he says, “We can stop at any time,” I don’t hesitate to say “ Don’t stop ,” and pull his mouth back to mine.
He takes that green light and runs with it, pushing a hand into my hair, his other arm circling my waist, holding me tight as he deepens the kiss.
He gives and takes, then takes even more.
Desire courses through me, so thick and hot, there’s no room for nerves.
I grasp at his shoulders, kissing him harder, but his fingers tighten in my hair, and he reclaims control, refusing to give in to my demand.
He holds me exactly where he wants me, keeping me from taking more as he continues his expert seduction.
I was twenty-six to Harvey’s forty-two when we met, and I was drawn to everything about him, from the way he commanded boardrooms to the kindness and attention he gave to his employees and clients, and the way he adored me.
He took charge in the bedroom but in a gentler way.
Wells is dirtier, and I like it. He taunts me with tantalizing kisses that go from sweet and sensual to rough and unforgiving and back again in an endless cycle that has me straining against his grip, moaning, grinding, whimpering for more.
He grins arrogantly into our kisses, but he doesn’t break our connection.
He intensifies it with a blistering kiss as he unzips the back of my dress.
My nerves try to rise to the surface, but I want him—I want this —too much.
I reach between us, unbuttoning his shirt, trembling a little from sheer desire.
He takes over, those dark eyes holding me captive as he strips off his shirt and drops it to the floor.
My breath catches at the sight of his beautifully sculpted tan body and the slight dusting of chest hair, so different from Harvey’s thick salt-and-peppered barrel chest. That should probably give me pause, but it only further arouses me.
I’m excited for this new adventure. “You were right. It’s been way too long since I’ve touched a man. ” I reach for the button on his slacks.
He catches my hand and moves it to his chest. “You’ve given me the honor of reminding you that you’re a beautiful, sexual woman and not just the queen of an empire. I don’t take that honor lightly, and I won’t rush through it.”
He kisses my neck as he slides my dress off my shoulders.
It falls to my feet, leaving me in my lace bra, matching thong, and heels.
My nerves prickle, but they don’t stand a chance against the needy ache inside me.
His gaze rakes devouringly down my body, causing a rush of butterflies, goose bumps, and flames.
“You are stunning.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder, murmuring, “I cannot wait to get my mouth on you.”
A shiver of anticipation races down my spine.
His fingers trail lightly over my nipples.
“These beautiful tits need some attention.” He lowers his mouth to mine in a soul-searing kiss that reaches deep inside me, drawing out a moan.
Leaving me breathless, he steps behind me and caresses my ass.
“This gorgeous ass needs attention, too.” His touch turns to rough, greedy gropes, and my entire body pleads for more as he dips his face beside mine and says, “I can’t wait to see you on all fours, taking my cock from behind. ”
It’s been so long, “ Yes ,” slips out before I can stop it.
“There she is, that beautiful, sensual being you’ve kept chained down. You want to feel my cock driving into you, don’t you, sweet thing?” he asks arrogantly, and that makes me even hotter. “You want to come on my cock?”
I don’t even try to hold back. “God yes.” I’m here for sex, and I’m going to take everything he’s willing to give.
“I bet your thong is drenched for me, isn’t it?” He gathers my hair over one shoulder and gives it a tug, gritting out, “ Isn’t it? ”
“Yes—” He’s going to take me to the edge before he even touches me.
“That’s my girl,” he says as he takes off my bra.
It’s such an intimate endearment, it gives me pause, but before I can overthink it, he grabs my hair again, tugging my head to the side, sending scintillating stings like hot needles down my body, and practically growls in my ear, “I like you wet and needy.” He seals his mouth over my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking, driving me out of my freaking mind.
“ Wells ,” I plead.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you beg.” He palms my breasts and rolls my nipples between his fingers and thumb, sending shocks of pleasure burning through me.
“ God ,” I pant out, and try to turn around, but he holds me in place.
“You’re a powerful woman, used to being in control.” He kisses my neck. “Tonight, you relinquish that control to me.” He nips at that tender skin, and I gasp in surprise. “Do you want that, sweet thing?”
“You’re going to make me crazy.”
His laugh is low and sinful. “I’m going to make you come so many times, you won’t have the energy for crazy.”
“You’d better be able to fulfill that promise, boy toy.”
He gropes one breast and grabs my jaw with his other hand, turning my face to the side.
His eyes bore into me. “Boy toy, huh?” His tone is amused, but he takes me in a brutal kiss that electrifies me and squeezes my nipple, sending a bolt of lightning between my legs.
I cry out into the kiss, and my hips buck forward.
He does it again, and the pleasure is so intense, my knees buckle.
He holds me up and growls against my lips, “Is that the way a boy kisses, sugarplum?”
I’m so racked with pleasure, it’s all I can do to breathe.
“That’s what I thought.” He releases my jaw, and his hand slides down my stomach, stopping just above my thong.
“ Touch me,” I demand, shocking myself and clearly amusing Wells.
“I’m not sure if I want to just yet.” He drags his fingers along the edge of my thong. “Maybe I should make you beg a little more.”
He has me wound so tight, I’m ready to snap. “Don’t you dare .”
“I like the idea of you on your knees for me.”
Another moan slips out. Holy crap. What is he doing to me?
“You like that, too, don’t you?” His hand flattens on my stomach, holding my back flush against his bare chest. His skin is hot and enticing. “What a sight you’ll be,” he says gruffly. “Naked and on your knees, your pussy dripping for my cock.”
I close my eyes, breathing harder.
“My hands tangled in your hair. Those sexy blue eyes trained on me as I fuck your mouth.”
“ Wells ” rushes out, as drenched with need as I am.
“ Fuck , sweet thing. I love hearing you say my name like that.” He pushes his hand into my thong, and I gasp as his finger slides over my clit and through my wetness. “ Mm . I bet you taste sweeter than honey.” He withdraws his hand. “Give me your mouth.”
Like metal to magnet, I turn my head, ready and willing to do anything he wants.
“Good girl.” He paints my lips with my arousal and drags his tongue over them. “So fucking sweet.” He crushes his mouth to mine and pushes his hand back into my thong, zeroing in on my clit with lethal precision, and only one finger.
Holy hell . He wasn’t kidding.
I can barely think as he tangles his free hand in my hair, holding tight , sending an erotic mix of pain and pleasure whirling and billowing inside me.
It spreads through my chest and down my limbs to the very tips of my fingers and toes.
His kisses are fierce and possessive. I hold on to his arms to keep my knees from buckling again as he takes me higher, working me into a writhing frenzy of need and want.
Sinful noises spill from my lungs, earning a growl that arouses me even more.
My entire body pulses with the need to come.
He must feel it, too, because his finger works faster, and he says, “Time to come, gorgeous one.”
He yanks my head back and sinks his teeth into my neck, sending a hailstorm of sensation raining down on me. “ Wells— ” flies from my lips, and the world spins away.
“That’s it. Say my name,” he grits out as pleasure ravages me. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I try to catch my breath, but he pushes his fingers inside me and uses his thumb on those oversensitive nerves, catapulting me right back up to the peak of another mind-blowing orgasm that goes on and on.
When I finally start coming down from the high, foggy-brained and breathless, I wobble on my heels. I forgot I still had them on.