Dare to Seduce (NY Dares 3)

He slid his finger beneath the scrap of fabric and rubbed hard over the distended bud, flesh to flesh this time, keeping his touch light enough to arouse. Not hard enough to allow for climax.

She leaned back, her breasts pressing insistently against her top, nipples poking out and begging him to suckle her through the fabric.

“Max, please.” She drew out the last word, begging like he’d been dreaming of her doing.

“Is that Max, I’m yours?” His entire body was strung tight, and he hoped like hell she’d give in.

“You’re still not playing fair,” she groaned, every nerve ending electrified and in need.

“Haven’t changed who I am,” he reminded her, his voice gruff and dark with desire.

No, he hadn’t.

And he wasn’t saying anything her body didn’t agree with. She already accepted that as long as Max was in the vicinity, she couldn’t resist him. And why should she? They were going to be working together, spending time together… Why not sleep together? And when the project was finished, they would be too.

Then she could return to her way of safely picking men who couldn’t capture her heart. She just needed to hold on to it during the time she and Max were together.

“What’ll it be?” he asked in a harsh voice, accompanied by a rough flick to her clit that had stars flashing behind her eyelids and her body soaring toward climax.

“Fuck me, Max.” She pulled at his shirt, yanking it from the waistband of his pants, then frantically unbuttoning them too.

“Then tell me what I want to hear.” He grabbed her wrists and held them at her sides. “Who does this body belong to?” he gritted out.

“You.”

“Say it.”

“My body belongs to you.”

“And?”

“My…” She ran her tongue over her lips and looked at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his gaze filled with desire. All for her. His entire being was focused on her, making it easier to give him the words he sought. “My pussy is yours too.” The only thing she tried to hold on to was her heart.

Her stark words released his passion. He ripped off her underwear, shoving it into his pocket before stepping back to remove his pants and boxers. They hit the floor. Before she could think, he was back, his heavy cock pushing inside her.

She sucked in a breath as he worked his thickness into her, groaning as he plunged deep, filling her completely.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. I missed you.”

Ignoring the lump in her throat and the emotions that came along with this moment, she leaned forward, breathing in his masculine scent and pressing her lips against his neck.

He groaned, his body quivering inside hers. “Lie back,” he said in that commanding voice.

She did as he asked, ignoring the pens and papers digging into her upper back.

“Now bend your knees.” She responded immediately. He grabbed her ankles and began to move, gliding in and out of her sex, sliding out, propelling himself deeper and harder on each thrust.

Her moans mingled with his, and she was forced to admit, if only to herself, that this felt amazing. So right. It wasn’t just sex. With Max it was always so much more. He didn’t just take charge of her body, he gave of himself as he drove her higher and closer to her climax. Her sex tightened and sensation took over. Nothing mattered but him.

Having staked his claim, he forced her to face the truth. He dominated her. Possessed her. He owned her body and she shattered, bringing her to heights she’d never experienced before. The kind she’d never know again.

They each took time to come back to themselves, and Lucy was glad. She needed a few minutes to process… although how you processed the mind-blowing sex that had wreaked havoc with your heart was beyond her.

Max rose and helped her to a sitting position. He found tissues, and they cleaned up in silence. Her heart beat rapidly inside her chest as she wondered what he expected from her now.

“We didn’t use a condom.”

His words were the last she’d expected. She should have thought about it, been smarter. They’d both been frantic and too aroused to think straight. Not that it was an excuse.