Seduction in Session (The Perfect Gentlemen 2)

But no matter what happened, he would keep her because he couldn’t envision a world for himself where she wasn’t in it.

“Undo my jeans.” Maybe once he felt her lips around him, his mood would improve and he could deal with his friends showing up early.

With slightly shaky hands, she undid his fly and parted it. Her hand went straight to his erection, brushing against it beneath the cotton of his boxers. “You’re so beautiful.”

He’d never once in his life been described that way. “We must have different definitions of the word. Now, very carefully, roll down my boxers and let the impatient beast free.”

He had to take a deep breath when she did as he asked and released his cock from the confines of his boxers. She worked his jeans halfway down his hips and then stared down at him.

“Tell me what to do. I want to make you feel as good as I did last night.”

“You liked it when I kissed you and sucked on you, didn’t you?” It was a test of sorts. A calculating woman would play coy, not give him too much power via her praise.

“So much. It was the best night of my life. I hate the fact that we wasted any time at all when we could have been sleeping together all along.” The note in her voice held no artifice, just honest desire.

She confused him on every level.

“Touch me. Take my cock in your hand and slowly pump up and down.” He wanted to come the minute she touched him. How long did they have before Gabe and Everly got here? He forced himself to talk, to get his mind off the pounding need to mark her again. “I got the feeling you didn’t like me very much that first day we met.”

“I was scared of you. Then I was embarrassed about Niall. I behaved very stupidly with him and I was determined not to do it again.”

He tugged her chin up. “You weren’t stupid. He was a bad guy taking advantage of you.”

“And you’re not?”

“Not in the same way. I can offer you something. It’s always an exchange, princess. Besides exchanging my body for yours, I’m willing to exchange my affection for yours, though you should know I’m not great at that.”

Her soft hand gripped him. “I don’t know. I think you’re educable.”

Maybe but she had a lot to learn, too. “I’m never going to be the guy who goes antiquing with you.”

She pumped his cock, her hand tightening to a pleasurable level. “So if I want to ditch you, I should go looking for some colonial American furniture.”

He realized the problem with his statement and that he was caught in a trap of his own damn making. “First, don’t ever try to ditch me. I won’t take it well. Second, yes, I would go with you. Let me amend. I’m never going to be the guy who pretends to enjoy antiquing.”

“So no romantic weekend getaways are in my future? No date nights? Just sex.”

Yep, he was caught. “I didn’t say that. Once the danger has passed, if you want to go somewhere, I’ll take you. If you want to see a movie or eat out, I’ll go with you. I’m just saying don’t expect all the romantic stuff.”

“I know you have way more experience than me when it comes to sex, but I know more about relationships than you do and you aren’t so different from other men, Connor.” Her hand kept up the hard grind while she rose to her toes and pressed her lips to his. “They’ll pretend they like the stuff you do to get you into bed, but once you’re there, they totally give up. No man likes antiquing, but one who thinks I’m important will go with me anyway. That is incredibly romantic.”

Maybe she wasn’t really lying to him. Maybe what he’d perceived as a falsehood was simply her guilt for asking him to break into Freddy’s place. Hell, he didn’t know anything except that her touch was making his head cloudy again and he was looking for any way to believe she wasn’t a mercenary bitch who intended to sell Zack out.

Fuck. What was wrong with him? He was a guilty-until-proven-otherwise kind of a guy. He did not sit around and hope someone was innocent.

“Get on your knees, Lara. I need to feel your mouth on me.”

She dropped down without a single protest and she wrapped her lips around him in an instant. She pressed kisses on the head of his cock while her hand moved over the stalk.

“Use your tongue. Get my cock wet.”

Again, she didn’t tease or try to make him beg. She simply tackled the task with an enthusiasm that made all the damn-near-professional blow jobs he’d ever gotten disappear from his memory. None of those women had her artless ardor, her boundless joy. He watched as the head of his dick disappeared into that sexy mouth of hers. This was how he would deal with her in the future. When she argued with him, he’d just give her mouth something better to do. He would kiss her or fuck her so hard she couldn’t say anything but his name.

“Take more. Suck me harder.” He pushed his hips out, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth.

He shoved his hands in her hair, pulling it out of the bun she’d wrapped it in. He wanted to feel all that softness in his hands. He definitely wanted a better grip. Her mouth was so small, so heated and perfect. Her tongue whirled around his flesh and he could feel himself pulsing. So good. She felt so right. Why did this woman do it for him?

He forced her to take more. Lara braced her hands on his hips. For a brief moment he thought she was going to push him away, to tell him he was being too rough. She was so fragile. But then she eased her grip around to the cheeks of his ass. Her nails sank lightly into his flesh and he couldn’t stop the wave of molten heat that engulfed him.

“Princess, I’m going to come. You might want to let go.”

She shook her head without releasing him from the hot vise of her mouth. She dragged her lips up his length, finally letting go with a soft pop, before looking up at him. “I want to taste you. I want to swallow you down.”

Fuck. His hands tightened on her hair and he gave up. She could take what he dished out. Her fragility was only an illusion. She wanted it and so did he, so he fucked her mouth, thrusting in and dragging out and yes, he felt the bare edge of her teeth scrape against him. That just made him fuck her harder.

He held himself hard against her mouth as he bellowed out her name and came in a dizzying rush. She didn’t stop, her tongue working him the whole time. She drank him down as he gave up everything he had. He hadn’t thought after the night before or the shower this morning that he had an ounce of semen left, but his body seemed to produce an endless supply for her.

Only her.

She licked him clean from head to base, like she couldn’t get enough of his taste.

He let his head fall forward as he dragged oxygen into his lungs and stared down at her. Through the thick fringe of her dark lashes, he watched as she smiled up at him, the adoring expression in her glittering blue eyes making his heart kick around in his chest.

Who the hell was she? Innocent do-gooder taken in by a crazy asshole? Or a calculating seductress determined to take him down?

Either way, she was his and he would deal. Tonight he would learn all her secrets and then she would find out just who was running this show.

NINE

Lara offered Everly Parker a cup of tea. She had a complete set her mother had given her for Christmas a few years before but she so rarely had the chance to use it. Kiki was more of a wine person and Tom wondered why she would spend so much time making something that only required boiling water and a store-bought bag.

Connor didn’t seem like the type who appreciated a nice oolong. Her whole body warmed at the thought of what he did appreciate. And it didn’t matter that he wouldn’t enjoy it. He would still escort her, and she couldn

’t believe for a second that he would ruin her enjoyment by showing his displeasure. He’d already proven he could be indulgent.