Her Naughty Holiday (Men at Work 2)

“Hmm...” She pursed her lips, tapped her chin, and looked so adorable he couldn’t stand it. “One hour.”

He turned his head and checked the cuckoo clock on the wall.

“It’s eighty thirty-five. By nine thirty-five I get to take this off you?”

She nodded. “In the meantime we have to find things to do that don’t involve me being naked. Any ideas?” she asked.

“One or two or a million. Let’s start with this one.”

He moved onto his side and put his hand under her gown, resting it on her stomach. He kissed her hard and heavily, mingling their tongues together as he cupped her between her legs with his palm. For a long time he did nothing but kiss her and press his hand gently and rhythmically against her. Her body warmed to his touch and her panties grew damp as he teased her through the thin lace. If she wanted to torture him by keeping her clothes on for a full hour, he would find a way to torture her back in the sweetest ways possible.

He lowered his head and kissed her breasts through the fabric of her gown, blowing hot air on her nipples and watching them harden through the silk. He kissed the soft tops of her breasts as he made tiny circles around her swollen clitoris with his fingertip. Clover’s chest rose and fell over and over with her shallow breaths. He glanced up once to look at her and saw her head lying back on the pillow, her eyes closed. She was the very picture of a woman lost in erotic pleasure. As much as he wanted to be inside her, Erick also wanted to make her come first to prove to her that a little slip of silk and lace wasn’t about to get in his way. Through the silk he sucked on her nipple while pulling the fabric of her panties to the side.

“You’re soaking wet,” he said into her ear. “Did you know that?”

“I assumed so... I mean, you’re here, so of course I am.”

“Of course you are.” He felt inordinate male pride at her words. Of course she was wet. He was there. Of course...

“That explains why I’m rock hard,” he said. “You’re here.”

“I love it when you’re hard.”

“I love it when you’re here.”

She looked at him through eyes half-closed in ecstasy and smiled. Such a smile should have gone straight to his groin. But instead he felt that smile in his heart. He cared for this woman, already. Before this week he’d adored her for what she’d done for his daughter. Now he simply adored her. And it was

on the tip of his tongue to tell her that when Clover raised her hips imploringly and whispered a soft “Please...”

He pushed his finger inside her and her head fell back on the bed again. A whole hour before he could strip her naked and fuck her like he needed to...a whole hour... He could spend half of it doing just this, massaging her inside. Her vagina was hot to the touch, slick with her arousal. He slid his finger up the front wall, watching her face the entire time, looking for hints of pleasure or displeasure. He wanted to know what made her tick, what felt good to her, what didn’t. He wanted to know her inside and out but right now the inside of her was his top priority.

He felt a soft hollow and pushed his fingertip into it. Clover inhaled sharply and he caught the ghost of a smile on her lips. He did it again and she inhaled again. He pushed a second finger into her and she opened her legs wider to give him more room to move in her. It was such a simple thing, spreading for him, and yet it

drove him wild with desire and need. Did Clover have any idea how sexy she was like this—spread out under his hand, wet and hot and open to him and for him?

“I love it when you spread for me,” he whispered in her ear. She shivered at his words. “It’s killing me not to fuck you right now.” He rubbed that soft hollow with his fingertips.

“It won’t kill you.”

“It might kill me. But what a way to go.”

She grinned with her eyes closed. He rubbed her a little harder, made the circle a little larger. The grin disappeared.

“Erick—” She gasped his name and it was the sexiest word she could have spoken right then.

“I want you to come on my fingers. Will you do that for me?” he asked. “Pretty please...”

She gave a low sexy laugh. “As long as you keep doing that I will. Promise.”

“I wouldn’t stop fucking you with my fingers if the world ended outside this house. Take your time to come for me, but when you come, come hard.”

Erick wanted her to come but he was in no hurry to stop. He moved in and out of her with his fingers, stroking them along her inner walls, going deep before settling in again in that spot that made her so breathless when he touched it. At first he touched and massaged it gently and slowly, but as Clover’s shallow breaths turned into soft moans, he rubbed hard and pushed deeper into that spot, deeper and harder, harder and deeper. Clover opened her thighs even wider and pumped her hips into his hand and it was so sexy he could have come from watching her alone. A million erotic fantasies ran through his mind as he fucked her with his fingers. He wanted to rip her panties off, flip her onto her hands and knees and ram his cock into her from behind. He wanted to brace her against the wall, fucking her with her legs wrapped around him. He wanted to eat her pussy until she screamed. He wanted her mouth wrapped around his cock as he came deep in her throat. He wanted to spend the rest of his life inside her body.

The rest of his life?

Clover gasped his name again and her shoulders came off the bed as she came with an orgasm so powerful he could feel every muscle inside her gripping his fingers. Wetness poured out of her and onto the sheets underneath. Involuntarily her legs closed, trapping his hand inside her, which he didn’t mind one bit.

“Good girl...” He kissed her on the lips. She didn’t return the kiss but he took that as a compliment. If he’d come as hard as she just had, he’d need a minute or more to recover, too.