Read Online The Monte Carlo Affair: Across A Crowded Room (IATO Series Book 2) by Eliza March, Elizabeth Marchat - Free Book Online
Authors: Eliza March, Elizabeth Marchat
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he'd encourage her, try to persuade her, and, given the circumstances, he’d certainly try to seduce her. Finally, should the evening progress as he intended, he’d accommodate what he believed to be her wishes. No more, no less. He’d never have to press himself on any woman. He’d fill her needs and stop there.
Emily held all the control—now that she’d lost it.
He downed the last bit of champagne in his glass, and she clearly recognized his intentions. The problem was she still wasn’t sure about hers.
She wore no bra under the flimsy floral silk dress she chose to tempt him. Her breasts, high, full, and one of her best assets, attracted his attention from the minute he’d spotted her on the pier. As the night air drifted across her arms, blowing up her skirt across her naked bottom and tickling her skin, her nipples reacted. Jutting prominently through the thin material, they immediately caught Mosel’s interest.
As if mesmerized by the sight, his hand lifted and brushed across one erect nipple. Emily couldn’t move. Her feet were welded to the spot on the deck.
He said nothing for a moment, looked as if he couldn’t find just the right words to express himself. As he watched, fascinated, her nipple tightened further under his scrutiny. Emily’s eyes widened with shock.
“Ah, a bud in the center of a delicate flower. You are so very beautiful. So young.” He didn’t look at her face as his hand softly covered her breast. He focused on his thumb, gently rubbing her nipple, unimpeded. She inhaled sharply at the sensation, watching the hand producing the fire consuming her to the core. Her inner muscles clenched with desire, and she hated her body for its betrayal, its lack of control.
He cocked his head, questioning. “What do you have on under this stunning sheer dress? It’s been driving me crazy all evening. It looks like there is nothing—nothing to stop me from this.” He stepped forward, not giving her time to respond, and cupped her bottom in his large hand. His one hand slipped down the outside of her dress, then under and up as he lifted her into his blatant erection, proving the truth of his words.
The long fingers of one hand splayed across the bare skin of her buttocks, dropping smoothly between her legs, searching, seeking. The thong underwear didn’t provide much protection. His free hand roamed to the thin straps holding the top of her dress up. He untied them and let them fall away. All it took was a finger beneath the top of the dress to loosen it, and then he brought his mouth down to the swell of her breast. He released his belt, and she heard the zipper. His tongue traced the upper curve of her breast and lowered deep into her cleavage, searching until he trapped her nipple between his lips and sucked. Groaning as the pleasure ripped through her, Emily leaned into him. He ground his released erection against the apex of her thighs, keeping his lower body pressed tightly to hers. He lifted his head to take her lips, driving his tongue deeper into her mouth.
She pulled away to take a deep breath. Liquid poured from her sex.
Jason was watching.
She tried to hold the top of her dress up and pulled her bottom away from Mosel’s probing fingers. His one hand still played with her nipple, and his other delved deep between her cheeks until she managed to extricate herself from his grasp.
“You’re wet, ready for me already.” He pulled her back against him.
“Wait, I, I can’t breathe.” She held the top of her dress up with both hands, but he kept his hands on her ass and his huge cock pressed firmly between her legs, not releasing his hold on her.
Mosel’s expression softened, but his voice sounded deep, rough. “I’m sorry. You looked so beautiful in the light coming off the water. I could see the silhouette of your body through the dress, and the temptation to touch, to taste, overwhelmed me.”
He sniffed his trembling fingers, the ones he had buried inside her
Emily held all the control—now that she’d lost it.
He downed the last bit of champagne in his glass, and she clearly recognized his intentions. The problem was she still wasn’t sure about hers.
She wore no bra under the flimsy floral silk dress she chose to tempt him. Her breasts, high, full, and one of her best assets, attracted his attention from the minute he’d spotted her on the pier. As the night air drifted across her arms, blowing up her skirt across her naked bottom and tickling her skin, her nipples reacted. Jutting prominently through the thin material, they immediately caught Mosel’s interest.
As if mesmerized by the sight, his hand lifted and brushed across one erect nipple. Emily couldn’t move. Her feet were welded to the spot on the deck.
He said nothing for a moment, looked as if he couldn’t find just the right words to express himself. As he watched, fascinated, her nipple tightened further under his scrutiny. Emily’s eyes widened with shock.
“Ah, a bud in the center of a delicate flower. You are so very beautiful. So young.” He didn’t look at her face as his hand softly covered her breast. He focused on his thumb, gently rubbing her nipple, unimpeded. She inhaled sharply at the sensation, watching the hand producing the fire consuming her to the core. Her inner muscles clenched with desire, and she hated her body for its betrayal, its lack of control.
He cocked his head, questioning. “What do you have on under this stunning sheer dress? It’s been driving me crazy all evening. It looks like there is nothing—nothing to stop me from this.” He stepped forward, not giving her time to respond, and cupped her bottom in his large hand. His one hand slipped down the outside of her dress, then under and up as he lifted her into his blatant erection, proving the truth of his words.
The long fingers of one hand splayed across the bare skin of her buttocks, dropping smoothly between her legs, searching, seeking. The thong underwear didn’t provide much protection. His free hand roamed to the thin straps holding the top of her dress up. He untied them and let them fall away. All it took was a finger beneath the top of the dress to loosen it, and then he brought his mouth down to the swell of her breast. He released his belt, and she heard the zipper. His tongue traced the upper curve of her breast and lowered deep into her cleavage, searching until he trapped her nipple between his lips and sucked. Groaning as the pleasure ripped through her, Emily leaned into him. He ground his released erection against the apex of her thighs, keeping his lower body pressed tightly to hers. He lifted his head to take her lips, driving his tongue deeper into her mouth.
She pulled away to take a deep breath. Liquid poured from her sex.
Jason was watching.
She tried to hold the top of her dress up and pulled her bottom away from Mosel’s probing fingers. His one hand still played with her nipple, and his other delved deep between her cheeks until she managed to extricate herself from his grasp.
“You’re wet, ready for me already.” He pulled her back against him.
“Wait, I, I can’t breathe.” She held the top of her dress up with both hands, but he kept his hands on her ass and his huge cock pressed firmly between her legs, not releasing his hold on her.
Mosel’s expression softened, but his voice sounded deep, rough. “I’m sorry. You looked so beautiful in the light coming off the water. I could see the silhouette of your body through the dress, and the temptation to touch, to taste, overwhelmed me.”
He sniffed his trembling fingers, the ones he had buried inside her
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