Tempt Me

She was naked and splayed out on his bed, a feast if he wanted to indulge. And when he grasped her hips and slid downward, his face within inches of her pussy, she knew that he did. He slid his tongue over her sex and she moaned aloud, then immediately realized she couldn’t risk Bailey hearing her. It wasn’t easy to keep quiet when he didn’t let up, sucking, licking, and devouring her like a starving man.

She lost any inhibitions to the sensations he caused, lifting her hips and grinding into his mouth, pleasure overtaking her. Wave after wave of pleasure bringing her higher and closer to climax.

He slipped one finger inside her, finding the exact spot that had her thighs shaking, her muscles quivering, and she clenched her inner walls around him.

“Hot, wet, and tight. Fuck,” he muttered, raising his head and sliding his thumb over her clit.

“Oh, damn, that feels good.” She bucked at his talented touch. “So good,” she moaned, trying to keep her voice low.

And when he pressed down harder, she exploded, coming hard against his touch, soaring higher as he pumped his finger in and out of her, hitting her G-spot each time, causing exquisite pressure and pleasure as she rode out her release.

She was still quivering when he stood beside the bed and stripped off his clothes, her gaze gliding over his muscular body, perfectly ripped from working out, and then lower to his thick, hard, clearly aroused cock.

He pulled open his nightstand and retrieved a condom, ripping it open and gliding it on. Her sex throbbed at the sight, arousal consuming her. He rejoined her on the bed, his big body looming over hers.

“Ready to come again?” he asked her, grasping his erection in his hand and deliberately gliding his thickness over her wet, aching sex.

She groaned at the feel of him sliding over her clit, hard and hot. “Ready, willing, and able,” she assured him, her body definitely soft for him.

He braced a hand on either side of her shoulders and the head of his cock settled at her entrance. His gaze locked on hers, dark and slumberous, desire oozing from him as he pushed himself into her. She trembled, her slick body accepting him easily, as she adjusted to his thickness.

“Bend your legs,” he said, and she did as he asked, the new position causing him to glide deeper still.

“Austin.” She groaned, and as if the sound of his name released the hold he’d kept on himself, he began to thrust into her, taking her hard, his hips pounding against her.

She hadn’t been kidding when she said she was ready, willing, and able. Her body began the climb the minute he withdrew and took her over and over, his steady thrusts a perfect counterpoint to the spot he hit inside her. The same one he’d found earlier with his finger.

She took in his expression, jaw tight, sweat dripping from his temple, his concentration completely on her face. She felt owned by him, his body reading hers well, his focus on her complete.

“You’re going to come first,” he said, swiping his tongue over her lips. He pumped into her over and over, and she barely recognized the incoherent sounds ripping from her throat as pleasure consumed her.

“Yes, yes. I’m coming,” she said, her body giving him what he demanded, glorious waves consuming her.

He took her release as a sign and let go, allowing her orgasm to trigger his own. “Fuck, Mia. So damn good.” He thrust over and over until he’d expended himself and collapsed on top of her, his body deliciously warm and slick with sweat.

At some point she’d wrapped her arms around his neck and now she held on, taking these few precious moments, when he couldn’t see her face or how much he’d affected her, to come back to herself.

As she breathed in and out, regaining her composure, she released him, hoping he’d take the hint and roll off her. She wasn’t going to regret what they’d done but she couldn’t act like it was anything more than it was. Great sex with her hot employer that didn’t change the facts.

She worked for him and nothing could come of this fling. Never mind that he represented everything she’d want in her life if only things could be different. If he were the type of man to want more.

* * *

Austin rolled off Mia, his body still buzzing from the best fucking orgasm ever. He headed for the bathroom to dispose of the condom. His brain, which had shut off during his release, clicked back on as he lay on top of her, feeling the softness of her skin, her breath heavy on his neck.

He’d had plenty of sex in his lifetime, although not much lately, and what he’d shared with Mia was more. More explosive, more in tune with his feelings… more everything. And though he’d wondered briefly what the fuck he’d done—he never brought a woman home to the house where he lived with his daughter, let alone contemplated sex in the bedroom with his kid a room over—he didn’t think he could bring himself to regret that it had happened with Mia.