“I want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me feel.”
She pressed her body to his and felt his dick nestle against her stomach. His arms went around her. “I know this isn’t a romance. I know it’s all a fantasy. But why can’t we make the fantasy feel as good as we can?” She went up on her toes to nibble on his ear. “What’s your ultimate fantasy? What would make you feel the most pleasured and satisfied?”
“Baby, I’m having it come to life now,” he told her. His beard-stubble cheek rubbed against her face. His arm braced her waist and lifted her off the tile. “I have the sexiest, most desired woman on the planet as my sexual plaything. I get to fuck you every way I can think of.”
His mouth burned a trail down her neck. Lifting her higher, he pressed her against the wall and began to suckle her breasts. With a sigh of anticipation, she threaded her fingers through his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“And I love the way you’re thinking,” she breathed.
Bracing his feet, Grant focused on making her as hot as possible. He knew he wouldn’t last long once he was inside her. She needed to have at least one orgasm before his cock entered her. Otherwise, he would be done before her. And he relished feeling her come undone around him. His hand found the bare, baby-soft skin between her thighs and began playing with her folds. God help him, but she was dripping with honey. It was like finding the promised land. And she was his. For now.
The two words made him freeze and feel empty inside. No fucking way. He wasn’t getting involved with women. Especially a woman like her whose career required her to live in the spotlight. This was just sex. This was just one day. Twenty-four hours. Pure fantasy.
So why the hell did he suddenly want more? He’d lost his fucking mind. She was followed by the press. It was her job to be in the press, to be seen and talked about. Her world was one he was never stepping back into.
“Master?” she panted. She wriggled against his hand. “Don’t tease me. Please.”
Tease. Please. Oh, yeah, he would do both, and more.
With a snarl, he surged up and drove his cock into her pussy. He felt the breath whoosh out of her as her upper body impacted with the wall behind her. The lust rose up hard and fast in him and demanded an outlet. Demanded release. In her.
He nearly slipped on the tile and froze. Francine gave a small scream and clutched at his shoulders. Trembling, she buried her head against his neck. He swore under his breath. She was trusting him to keep her safe. Not be so horny that he got them both injured in the shower. Oh, shit. He’d forgotten a condom.
“Shh,” he murmured. “It’s all right. It’s all right. I need to get a condom.”
“On the counter,” she whispered, nuzzling his damp skin. “God, you taste so good.”
Grant didn’t move for a moment as the words resonated. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had said something like that to him. Or the last time a woman had been as open with him. One hand slid over his arm and down his ribs. A second later, long, slender fingers were teasing his balls.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered. “Not here, though. Tile’s too damn wet. We’ll slip and kill ourselves.”
His left hand reached out and turned the water off. Clutching her to him, he shoved the door open and saw the packets next to the sink. Barely resting her dripping body on the counter, he set speed records getting the damned thing on. He glanced around. Where to take her? The closed door was a step away and in a heartbeat he had her against it.
She cried out as her body collided with the door. He barely heard her—nothing else mattered except the force of him surging into her. Her hands scrabbled along his shoulders to hold on, but the speed and force of his thrusts were too much. All she could do was press her hands against the walls to brace herself.
Grunting, he gave a final thrust and felt his
She pressed her body to his and felt his dick nestle against her stomach. His arms went around her. “I know this isn’t a romance. I know it’s all a fantasy. But why can’t we make the fantasy feel as good as we can?” She went up on her toes to nibble on his ear. “What’s your ultimate fantasy? What would make you feel the most pleasured and satisfied?”
“Baby, I’m having it come to life now,” he told her. His beard-stubble cheek rubbed against her face. His arm braced her waist and lifted her off the tile. “I have the sexiest, most desired woman on the planet as my sexual plaything. I get to fuck you every way I can think of.”
His mouth burned a trail down her neck. Lifting her higher, he pressed her against the wall and began to suckle her breasts. With a sigh of anticipation, she threaded her fingers through his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“And I love the way you’re thinking,” she breathed.
Bracing his feet, Grant focused on making her as hot as possible. He knew he wouldn’t last long once he was inside her. She needed to have at least one orgasm before his cock entered her. Otherwise, he would be done before her. And he relished feeling her come undone around him. His hand found the bare, baby-soft skin between her thighs and began playing with her folds. God help him, but she was dripping with honey. It was like finding the promised land. And she was his. For now.
The two words made him freeze and feel empty inside. No fucking way. He wasn’t getting involved with women. Especially a woman like her whose career required her to live in the spotlight. This was just sex. This was just one day. Twenty-four hours. Pure fantasy.
So why the hell did he suddenly want more? He’d lost his fucking mind. She was followed by the press. It was her job to be in the press, to be seen and talked about. Her world was one he was never stepping back into.
“Master?” she panted. She wriggled against his hand. “Don’t tease me. Please.”
Tease. Please. Oh, yeah, he would do both, and more.
With a snarl, he surged up and drove his cock into her pussy. He felt the breath whoosh out of her as her upper body impacted with the wall behind her. The lust rose up hard and fast in him and demanded an outlet. Demanded release. In her.
He nearly slipped on the tile and froze. Francine gave a small scream and clutched at his shoulders. Trembling, she buried her head against his neck. He swore under his breath. She was trusting him to keep her safe. Not be so horny that he got them both injured in the shower. Oh, shit. He’d forgotten a condom.
“Shh,” he murmured. “It’s all right. It’s all right. I need to get a condom.”
“On the counter,” she whispered, nuzzling his damp skin. “God, you taste so good.”
Grant didn’t move for a moment as the words resonated. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had said something like that to him. Or the last time a woman had been as open with him. One hand slid over his arm and down his ribs. A second later, long, slender fingers were teasing his balls.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered. “Not here, though. Tile’s too damn wet. We’ll slip and kill ourselves.”
His left hand reached out and turned the water off. Clutching her to him, he shoved the door open and saw the packets next to the sink. Barely resting her dripping body on the counter, he set speed records getting the damned thing on. He glanced around. Where to take her? The closed door was a step away and in a heartbeat he had her against it.
She cried out as her body collided with the door. He barely heard her—nothing else mattered except the force of him surging into her. Her hands scrabbled along his shoulders to hold on, but the speed and force of his thrusts were too much. All she could do was press her hands against the walls to brace herself.
Grunting, he gave a final thrust and felt his
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