Filthy Rich (Filthy Rich 1)

This woman, Sarah the CEO, was a challenge. John knew he had to up his game to please her, even for just one night. She was used to being disappointed, and he wasn’t planning on disappointing her.

Besides, he really, really wanted to fuck her again.

I kicked off my shoes and socks, then dropped my pants. Pushed off my boxer briefs and kicked them away, too.

Her eyes were wide and dark as she took me in, head to toe. For once she didn’t have anything smart to say.

I took a step toward her. “Your turn,” I said. I was already half hard again, which wasn’t a surprise, because the hottest woman I’d ever seen was sitting on this bed, her round, pert breasts tucked behind a scrap of lace bra and no other clothes on. Just the thought of that perfect, bare ass against the bedsheets made heat travel down my spine. Her gaze fixed on my cock and stayed there.

It was flattering, but I was impatient. I stepped close and took the panties from her hand. “First, these,” I said, dropping them. “Then these.” I lifted one of her ankles and pulled off one high heel, then the other.

I put a finger under her chin and tilted her face up so she was looking me in the eyes again. “Adequate?” I asked her.

“Um,” she said, a soft, utterly turned-on sound, and I pressed my advantage. I kissed her, taking her mouth, letting my tongue slide in. She groaned softly and sucked on me, as if she’d been waiting for this and nothing else. My cock got harder. Still kissing her, I reached behind her and unclasped her bra.

Her hands dragged down my chest, my stomach. I cupped her breasts gently, running my thumbs over her nipples. “I’ve been waiting to see these,” I said. In truth, I’d been waiting to see them for three months, not just tonight. But I hoped she didn’t see through me.

She stopped touching me—it was almost painful—and lifted her hands behind her head. She pulled the pins from her hair, letting it fall past her shoulders. Then she moved back on the bed and lay down, her hair falling against the bedspread, her gaze still on me, serious and intent.

We’d moved past a quick fuck in a hotel room, but I didn’t care. This was what I wanted—what I had wanted for a long time. This woman, naked on a bed, relaxed and ready for me. Trusting me. I kissed my way up her ribcage, her breasts. Her shoulder and the dip of her clavicle. I nibbled her neck, feeling her go warm and soft beneath me, listening to her breath come faster.

Her hands ran through my hair. “I’m never going to see you again, am I?” she asked.

“Never,” I said, which was easy because it was a fucking lie.

“This is just tonight.”

I sucked her earlobe. “Yes.” Another fucking lie, if I had any say in it.

Her voice was hoarse with desire as she said, “Good, because that’s what I want.”

I settled my hips between her legs, pressing my now-hard cock against her. “I think I’ve made it clear that I know exactly what you want.”

“Oh,” she said, and by instinct I knew that wasn’t a Sarah sound. That was a Samantha sound. It made my cock throb harder against her skin. I kissed her again.

Eventually we parted long enough for me to find a condom in the stash I’d put here earlier. I put it on and rolled back over her. I braced myself with one hand, and with the other I grasped both of her wrists, squeezing them together as I pushed her hands above her head. There was no harshness to it, and she could easily escape, but it was a signal that I was taking control.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she said as I put her in position. “I mean, I think—oh, God.”

I slid into her in one smooth thrust, angled just right, as far as I could go. The first round had taken the edge off, and now we could take our time. I tried to hold off my own orgasm and do it right.

She was so perfect beneath me, naked, her hair spread, her arms pinned above her head. “Relax,” I told her as I moved. “I’m going to make you come.”

She bit her lip. “I think you are,” she said, her voice a whisper. “I think you are.”

In that moment, she was mine. Completely. Later, we’d dress and I’d go home alone. Later, I’d sit alone in my penthouse, unable to sleep. But right now, I was the man who completely possessed this woman. The man who got to see her like this, feel her. The man who got to listen to the perfect sounds she made when she came.

I didn’t care that our time would be up.

Right now, this was the only man I wanted to be.

Twenty-Two

Samantha

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And then… Monday morning came.