She’s at the door to the ballroom when I start to move. “Joselyn, wait.” I reach out and catch her soft wrist in my hand, gentler this time.
She turns, lifting her chin, raising her gorgeous eyes to mine. “Have you decided to stop being an asshole to me now?”
“I’m going to try.”
“Always so honest, Mr. Carrollton.”
“The last time we were here, I made you an offer. Would you care to revisit it?” I wanted to fuck her all night. Will she remember?
“You need massage therapy, and I never sleep with my clients.”
She remembers.
“I’m not your client. I haven’t hired you, but if you want
me to…” Pulling her to my chest, I wrap my arms around her waist and lower my face so I can inhale her scent of creamy magnolia.
“That sounds very much like blackmail.”
“Only if you’re interested in the work. You can always say no, and I’ll let you go.”
The last gasp of my resistance begs her to say no. This woman is nothing but trouble, and my dick is doing all the talking right now. It’s a huge mistake, and fuck, I’m going to make it if she’ll let me.
My entire existence hangs on her answer.
My throat is tight, and my teeth clench so hard, I’m sure they’ll crack.
She lifts her chin, and her velvet red lips part ever so slightly. She takes a light breath, drawing out the torture like the succubus she is.
She looks around the room before tightening her fist in my coat. “Yes.”
Chapter 13
Joselyn
“God, I love your tits.” Spencer lifts and squeezes my breasts, tugging my nipples with his fingertips. My back is against his chest, and his cock is deep inside me. “So fucking gorgeous.”
“Spencer,” I gasp when his teeth pierce my shoulder.
It’s like fuel to the fire. His thrusts grow feverish. My breasts bounce faster as he fucks me harder, and my pants turn to little sounds as the orgasm radiates through my pelvis.
“Give it to me,” he growls. “Come.”
My head falls back against his shoulder, and I succumb to the pleasure.
He ravages me.
He devours me.
It’s incredible, and I come so hard, I cry out as I shoot to the stars.
We barely made it through the door of his suite before he slammed me against the wall. His mouth covered mine, and he gripped the top of my head in one hand, long fingers curling in my hair, pulling.
It was painfully erotic, as if all the fighting, all the holding back only made our reunion more powerful and desperate.
His other hand held my jaw as he tilted my face to the right angle so he could taste me. His lips pushed mine apart in a possessive kiss as his tongue swept inside, curling with mine, lighting the fire in my belly.
I pushed back, sucking his tongue, biting his lip. I was as hungry for him as he was for me. Our mouths broke apart with a groan, and he dropped to his knees.