Chapter 14
Anderson presses his forehead to mine and breaks the kiss. “Are you sure this is what you want, June?”
“Yes.”
With that, all his caution is gone. He holds me tighter to him, kissing me roughly. Fuck, finally. I dig my fingernails against his tuxedo shirt to find his thick shoulders. It makes him growl into my mouth. That growl spikes my pulse, and that pulse swims through a river of champagne, so I’m warm and supple all over.
I’d hated myself for the secret attraction I’d harbored for him all this time, and something about this feels so wrong, and that only makes me hotter right now. I’ve never done anything remotely like this. Every guy I’ve been with only got to this point with me after at least a few dates, and with the intention of carrying on a relationship. I was not the one-night stand girl, and certainly not the sells-sex girl.
Selling myself to Anderson West is wrong on every level. And that is what makes it so right.
He grabs my ass over the sheet and bites my neck, and I’m delirious from the pleasure of him. I try to maintain some grip on reality, but this feels too fucking good. When he licks up my throat, I moan from his touch. He kisses me again and as he does, he backs me up to the bed, before nudging me onto it and laying on top of me. The weight of him pins me to the bed.
Anderson is hard and kissing me, and this is too surreal, but I’m not willing to stop. I murmur, “Take off your clothes.”
He smirks again and stands up. With his eyes on me, he unbuttons his shirt and peels it away. Scant dark chest hair shades his musculature. The man has an eight-pack, and I’d be in awe of that if he weren’t already reaching for his pants.
But I sit up with him between my feet and swat his hands away to do it myself. I want to see him close up. Without a word, he lets me undress him. Black satiny boxer briefs tickle my fingertips before I palm him over them. His abs tighten from my touch. Never thought I’d have that effect on Anderson West.
His hips thrust against my hand a little, almost like he can’t help himself. My mouth waters for him, but I’m trying to be good. Ish. I tug his boxer briefs down, and find he’s more than I realized. A lot more. I’m not sure how this will work. But I’m happy to try.
He bends down, kissing me again as he wraps his arm beneath me. Pulling me tight to him, he carries us up the mattress until we’re both on it comfortably. Anderson kisses down my body before pausing at the sheet. Instead of asking for permission, he bites the sheet in his teeth and looks me in the eye. I smirk and nod, and he pulls it down, barely waiting for it to be gone before his mouth is on my tits.
He’s all over me there, sucking, licking, biting, trailing his devil tongue around my soft flesh. I’m groaning for more, but I can’t do much because the damned sheet is in my way. It’s the border between us fitted to me like a pencil skirt from all our shifting around and stopping him from mounting me fully. But he grinds against me, like he’s inside already. I’m on edge and shaking from his every touch.
His hand slides beneath the sheet between my thighs and when his fingertips touch me there, I jump because I’m so tense. His tongue flicks my nipples as his fingers massage my clit, and I am ready to die happy. “Mm, that feels so good.”
He goes after me harder as a finger glides into me. His thumb keeps at my clit, and I struggle to get the sheet out from between us. He kisses down my newly exposed stomach, just as lovingly as my breasts. When I’ve peeled the sheet away fully, though, he takes a moment to look me over. His head drops against me as he murmurs, “More beautiful than I ever imagined.” Then he adds a second finger, and I’m catapulted into some other level of pleasure.
It’s been a long, long time since anyone paid this kind of attention to me. Trent never did. Not even when we first started dating. But I figured as guys get older, they get lazier, and that’s just how things were. He wasn’t the first guy who treated my pleasure as optional.
Apparently not to Anderson.
He kisses me lower and lower until he’s parked between my thighs and about to go down on me. But my lawyer brain kicks in. Breathlessly, I pant, “The contract.”
“Hmm?”
“There’s a part in the contract … no bodily fluid transfer. You should stop.”
He pauses, but his fingers keep going. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Well, no but?—
“Are you going to turn me in for tasting you?”
“No.”
He smirks. “Neither will I. Be bad with me, June.”
How in the hell can I say no to that?
So, I nod, and he yanks my legs over his shoulder right before his tongue strikes out for my clit, sending electricity through me. There’s no holding back my moans anymore. I don’t care if I’m loud. Let the guards hear me. I’m sure they’ve heard it all.
Pleasure pools in my core, and it’s deliciously too much. Perfectly too much. My thighs clench around his shoulders, and he growls into me. His fingers hit the spot inside, and my back bows from the mattress. Heat rides me. It’s all I can do not to scream when he sucks my clit into his mouth. I erupt on his lips, coming and clenching and crying out for more, and he doesn’t stop until I blurt, “Please, fuck me!”
At that, he leans over me and grabs a condom from the nightstand, quickly sheathing himself with it. Once in place, he dips the tip against me, just gliding over my wet, sensitive flesh. He smirks. “No turning back?”
“Anderson, now!”
He notches himself into me, just the tip to let me adjust to the stretch. But when I thrust myself to him, he takes that for a sign and thrusts halfway in. We both groan from the intensity, and soon he climbs over me, kissing as he slowly works the rest of himself into my center. It’s so much. The stretch, the feel of his body on mine. I’m back on the edge again already. Bliss takes hold. It’s like I’m flying, but he has me safe beneath him.
I hook my hands under his arms and over his shoulders for leverage. Easy to move this way. Working myself against him makes his handsome face go rugged. More determined. He kisses me dizzier. His growls in my mouth make me yearn to see him come. I want him unhinged by me.
I plant my foot on the bed and roll us over, so he takes the hint and lays back, pulling me with him. Before I can even think about it, I’m on top of Anderson and riding his cock with abandon. It’s got a curve to it, and he fits me just right. He hits my spot on every thrust and has me shaking for him in no time at all.
His large hands cup my breasts as I ride him, and I pull his forefinger up and suck it into my mouth. He groans, “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
I bend down and kiss him for that, and this whole new angle is even more intense. He cocks his body up, bouncing me on his length and driving me back to the edge again.
Some small voice in my head keeps chirping, “This is so wrong.” But I don’t care. It’s never felt like this before.
His stubble burns me on every kiss, and I love it. One more bit of stimulation to memorize. Another pleasure to savor. When he cups my ass and smacks me there, I ride him harder, faster. I love that, and I didn’t know I ever would. There is nothing he does that doesn’t bring me on. He swats me there again, and somehow that little sting of pain launches me over the edge, and I’m coming again. He lays down a few more while I come, each one stealing my breath. When it’s over, he holds me tight and kisses me.
Until he tips me off of him.
Anderson kisses me while he turns me onto my hands and knees. He tucks a pillow beneath my hips, bringing me on full display to him as he kneels between my legs. I can only imagine what he’s looking at—me, bent over for his viewing pleasure, wet and aching. He spreads me wide before licking me all over. I whimper for more, too beholden to my body to do anything else. He’s made me his for the night. No doubt about it.
I hope I give him what he paid for.
When his cock presses against me from behind, I purr, “Oh, fuck yes!” as he shoves into me all at once. I bounce back to meet his thrusts, but he takes my wrists and pins them in the small of my back. I’m at his mercy—the mercy of a man I thought had none. But while he holds me like that, he reaches beneath my hip and plays with my clit, matching his thrusts to his touch. The sounds that pour out of me are not language. It’s utter gibberish.
“Come again,” he demands.
“Close!”
He bucks into me harder until I’m right there, so close I can taste it. My body clenches on him. Then, he slams his full length into me, our bodies slap together, and I’m coming so hard I see stars. He’s got me screaming for him, as he releases me to grip my hips tight and snarls, “Oh fuck yes!”
His cock throbs inside of me—even with everything happening, I still feel it almost trigger another orgasm for me. But his snarl becomes a roar as he hammers into me like a mad beast. The bed slams into the wall over and over until finally, he buries himself as deep as he can, pulls out, yanks the condom off, and marks me as his by coming on my ass.
Anderson collapses next to me, as breathless and pink-faced from exertion as I am. But I’m stuck on the pillow hill he made for my hips. I can’t move yet. I don’t want to. Lying right here is all I have the strength for.
He almost smiles and says, “That was one hell of an appetizer. Hope you’re hungry for the main course.” Then he disappears behind me again, and I realize my night has just begun.