Unraveled (Unwrapped and Unraveled 2)

"The kind that don't have anything to do with money or presents." She turned in his arms. "The kind that have to do with how a man and a woman feel about each other."

She leaned against him, pressed her lips against his to show him how she felt about him, wanting to give him the only gift she had to give.

His arms tightened around her and he deepened the kiss, his tongue wrapping around hers, coaxing her to open so he could lick against hers with velvet softness.

He moved his hand down to her lower back, his fingers resting just above her buttocks. He pressed in, driving her sex against his erection, letting her know how affected he was by their kissing. Greta clutched his arms, so lost in the sensations of the kiss that she didn't care that they stood on the balcony where anyone could see.

Then again, who could see? They were shut in on three sides, they were so high up someone would need binoculars, and if she walked him backward and pressed him up against the wall...

"Greta," he asked when she did just that. "What are you doing?"

She smiled, then slid down his body, enjoying the play of his muscles clenching in surprise. "Playing."

She'd worn her black dress today. Now, she hiked it up to her thighs, her legs spread as she crouched down, putting her face at level with his crotch. She unzipped his pants, tilting her head back to watch his reaction. His half-lidded gaze told her he wasn't going to object to her drawing his cock out right here on the balcony.

He hissed when she began to stroke it, then slid her lips over the soft head, capturing his salty essence with her tongue. He reached out one hand and slid it into her hair, winding his fingers around it to hold her head in place as she loved his cock with her mouth and tongue, holding the base of the shaft with her hand, taking as much of it in her mouth as she could.

She loved the sounds he made, the way he talked to her, encouraging her while she sucked him. Giving a man a blow job had never been such a turn-on before, had never aroused her as it did now. But Mitch was so into it, and she could tell she gave him pleasure, which made her want to give him more. She loved his groans, the way he pushed into her mouth, held on-to her hair with a tight grip as if he was holding back just so he could enjoy the pleasure.

She knew that feeling.

By the time he pulled his cock away from her lips, her nipples were hard and her pussy was quivering in anticipation. Mitch reached for her hands and lifted her.

"I want to come inside you, not in your mouth."

Panting with excitement, she kissed him, ravaging his tongue with hers, showing him just how out of control sucking him had made her.

He moved her to the edge of the balcony, placing her hands around the thick iron railing. He lifted her skirt, sliding his hands under the fabric to reach for her panties and slide them down her legs. Suddenly she felt the warm wetness of his tongue between her legs, and she widened her stance, giving him access. He slid one hand in front of her sex and found her clit, his tongue sliding up into her pussy and along her lips to drive her to near madness.

Soon she was on her toes, arching against his hand, so close to coming she had to bite down on her lip to keep the whimpers at bay. But just like him, she wanted to wait.

"Mitch. Fuck me. Now."

He pulled away, rose, and she heard the tearing of the condom packet. Then he was behind her, lifting her dress again, pushing her forward so her butt was in the air and his hand was on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart while his cock probed between her legs. Just the touch of his cock head against her pussy lips made her pulse, almost sent her over the edge.

"Mitch, please."

He thrust inside her, his hips buried against her ass. She tilted her head back and moaned at the sheer pleasure of this bond they shared, of feeling him connected to her in this intimate way. Her pussy gripped him, and he pulled back, the sensation of his cock dragging against her nerve endings near shattering her.

But she held on, not ready to come yet, wanting to enjoy every second of this joining.

Mitch bent forward, kissed her neck, licked her throat, then pushed her hair to the side and lightly bit her nape. She shivered, the wild sensation shooting between her legs and making her pussy clench his cock.

"Christ," he whispered, then reared back and thrust harder. "You do that again you're going to make me come."

She gripped the railing and pushed back, unable to speak, just needing more of what he'd just given her. More of the sweet hot pleasure of his cock impaling her. She released one of her hands and lifted her dress, found her clit, and rubbed.

"Oh, yeah," Mitch said. "I want to feel you come all over me."

His words, as dark as the night surrounding them, tightened her even further. With her hands and the measured pumps of his shaft, she splintered, waves of climax pouring over her, making her cry out into the night. She didn't care, the pleasure was too great. And Mitch went too, only adding to the wild sensation of abandon and primal release that filled the night as he gripped her hips and pumped hard once, twice, then shuddered against her, shouting too as he came before falling against her.

She couldn't recall ever having an orgasm that hard, that deep, one that left her drenched and sweaty and unable to move a muscle. Mitch wrapped an arm around her waist and turned her around to face him. He was wet too, perspiration dotting his forehead and neck.

"Ms. Mason, I do believe you are something of an exhibitionist and a wild thing."

She laughed. "Would you like me to add that to my resume, Mr. Magruder?"

He cocked a brow. "I don't think I want Human Resources to know that aspect of your...talents."

They stripped, took a shower and climbed into the fluffy bath robes provided by the hotel, then Mitch ordered room service snacks for them and they piled into the king-sized bed to eat and drink.

"Did you have a good Christmas, Greta?" he asked, feeding her a strawberry.

"I had an incredible Christmas, Mitch." The first that she could remember since her father died where she didn't go home and stand at the shore, look back at the motel and miss her dad. That was a very good sign that things were changing for the better. She'd like to think her father would like the decisions she was making. And he had always loved Mitch.

"So will you take off after the deal is made?" she asked.

Mitch frowned. "Why would I do that?"

She shrugged. "I just figured you had other business interests to occupy your time."

He took a sip of champagne, then set it on the table behind him. "You and Jeff and Zoey and the new resort will occupy my time. I intend to stay here, Greta."

"Oh." Hope swelled inside her.

"When I said I was falling in love with you, that didn't mean I was going to have a relationship with you long distance."

"Oh."

He picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. "We need to see where this goes. You and me--it has nothing to do with the new resort. That's separate. Business and personal won't be mixing together."

"Can you do that?"

"Of course. Can you?"

"Yes. Though I will be

sleeping with my boss. What will people think?"

He shook his head. "No, you will be sleeping with your partner. I intend to give you fifty percent equity in this resort, Greta."

Shock made her eyes widen. "Mitch. Why?"

"So you never feel like some man has control over you ever again. You and I will share equal interests and equal decision making in this resort. You won't ever report to me."

God, she really didn't deserve him. "Thank you for that."

"Don't thank me. You'll work your ass off for it."

"I'm not afraid of hard work."

"I already knew that. But it'll be awhile before the attorneys sort all the paperwork out, and we go through the permit stage. In the meantime, I intend to focus all my efforts on the personal aspects of our relationship."

She sighed as he drew her against him and pressed a long, toe-curling kiss to her lips.

She didn't know what she'd done to deserve a gift like Mitch, a man who'd swooped in and completely unraveled her life, but she could never go back to the way things were a week ago.

And why would she even want to? A week ago she was miserable. And every day since Mitch had shown up at her motel, she'd been falling hopelessly, helplessly in love.

It was the stuff of fairytales. She really did feel like Cinderella.

About the Author

Jaci Burton is a National Bestselling author, published in multiple genres. Her life is spent juggling deadlines and trying to keep the characters straight in all her books. Jaci is an award winning author, and has won the Romantic Times Bookclub Magazine's Reviewer's Choice Award. Jaci makes her home in northeast Oklahoma with her husband and more dogs than she can wrangle. You can find out more about Jaci and her books on the web at www.jaciburton.com

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